Page 183 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“I’m not gonna touch your dick.”
“But we need an impartial judge,” said Zico.
“My boyfriend is gonna be back any minute now.”
“Good.” Zico smirked. “He can join.”
No he can’t. Not unless you want to burn this mansion to the ground.
“And don't you want to see if you guessed right?” asked Duke.
They were all staring at me. And then they started chanting: “Ash, Ash, Ash!”
Gah! Fine.This was what I was supposed to be doing anyway. Tanner had sent me this ridiculous bikini for a reason.
God, this was the most awkward thing ever. But if it meant Tanner getting free...it would all be worth it. And anyway, Chastity would never forgive me if I passed this opportunity up.
Thiago walked over to me. He looped the measuring tape around my neck. “Ready for this?”
I swallowed hard. “Mhm.”
“Then let’s dance.”
Huh?
He pulled me up and started dancing with me. I laughed as he twirled me around. But the laughter died in my throat as he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass against him. I stared down at his tattooed hands on my hips.Oh my God.I could feel him getting hard. And I did what any girl would do when her dance partner got a semi and she needed to set her genie boyfriend free. I made it my mission to make Thiago even harder. I started grinding on him.
He spun me around and dropped his purple goalie shorts.
Ummm…He had a decent girth. But he wasn’t very long. I pulled the measuring tape off my neck and put it next to him.
“What’s the measurement?” asked Zico.
“7.5 inches.”
“No way,” said Thiago. “Measure again.”
I measured again. “Now it’s 7.4 inches. I think it’s shrinking.” Chastity was going to be so disappointed. Thiago had 8 abs, but not 8 inches. So I didn’tneedto follow Single Girl Rule #8. But I still needed to in order to free Tanner...
“Maybe we should dance some more,” he said. “It’ll grow.”
Duke pushed him out of the way. “Sorry mate, you get one measurement and that’s it.” He turned to gaze at me. “I’m pretty sure you guessed I’d be the biggest. And if you did, then it’s yourlucky day.” He pulled his shorts off and stroked himself a few times.
I put the measuring tape against his member. “8 inches. Not bad.”
“Not bad?” he asked.
“Let me show you a real cock,” said Jam. He dropped his shorts.
Oh damn…He measured in at 9 inches.
Jam flexed. “Sorry boys. Looks like I’m the winner.”
Baho laughed. “Yeah right. Everyone knows that guys from the Bahamas are packing the most.” He whipped it out.
“You’re also 9 inches,” I said.
“Exactly 9?” he asked.
