Page 208 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I ran my hands down his biceps.
Karl flexed and then winked at me.
I swallowed hard and moved my hands to his abs. I ran my hand down all eight of them and stopped on his happy trail. Yeah, his muscle tone seemed pretty good to me.
“And now the fun part,” said Frankie. She nodded to his cock that was tenting his jock strap.
This part would be easy. I was basically an old pro after the last few weeks. I pulled his cock out of his jock strap. He was wearing some kind of penis sleeve. So I tore that off.
The crowd gasped.
What?I looked over at Frankie while I held Karl’s naked dick in my hand.
“You’re supposed to keep the sleeve on,” whispered Frankie.
Oopsies.I hadn’t realized I wasn’t supposed to expose him to everyone. “Sorry, Karl.”
He shrugged.
I picked up his dick sleeve off the ground and did my best to put it back in place, but he just kept getting harder in my hands. I quickly measured his penis.
I was much more professional with the next guy. I didn’t pull his lips too hard. And I kept his dick sleeve on.
But Chastity kept purposely removing dick sleeves after she realized there wasn’t much of a consequence.
Frankie kept giggling.
“This is the best Thanksgiving ever,” said Chastity.
I didn’t agree. Because I was staring in horror as Dr. Lyons walked through the doors in a jock strap.
No.I couldn’t see him! He’d seen me in the showers getting spit roasted by the Supernova Six and just peaced out when I asked him to join.
But he’d already seen me. It was too late.
I said a silent prayer that Chastity or Frankie would step in to evaluate him. But Dr. Lyons stopped in front of me.
Fuck my life.“Officer Ironside,” I said without really looking at him. Before he had a chance to speak, I pulled back his lips way too hard.
He coughed.
I let his lips slap back into place and wiggled his ears. And I quickly ran my hand down his exposed abs.
I’d had so many embarrassing moments with this man. So many incidents. I wasn’t sure how he was even standing here without screaming and running away.
I pulled Dr. Lyons’ dick out of his jock strap.
“Do you want me to finish off this gent for you?” asked Frankie.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to make him cum.” Which reminded me of getting blasted by him when he was standing behind a painting in the museum. And when he pulled me over for speeding. How many times was Dr. Lyons going to drench me?!
Frankie gave me a weird look. “I just meant I’ll measure him. It looks like you could use a break.”
Oh thank God.I handed her Dr. Lyons dick and then hid behind Chastity.
“Girl, he can still see you,” said Chastity.
I peered around Chastity. Sure enough, Dr. Lyons was looking at me. He quickly dropped his gaze back to Frankie.
