Page 220 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Her eyes grew round and she grabbed a piece of salmon in her hand and threw it down on her plate.
“Did you enjoy the Gent Show?”
She nodded.
“Is that all you enjoyed?”
She swallowed hard and her throat made an adorable squeaking noise.
“Because it seems like maybe you’re embarrassed about something. Is that why you were late?” I traced my fingers along her wetness.
“I...I...” her voice trailed off.
It was cute that she couldn’t say the words. But I could say them for her. “Tell me, were you thankful for me when Angel slid his cock inside of you?” I kept teasing her with my fingers.
She grabbed her fork and stuffed a huge piece of fish into her mouth to hide her moan.
“Or when you were gagging on Diablo?” I slid two fingers inside of her.
She moaned again, more audibly this time.
James looked over at us.
I ignored him and kept moving my fingers. “Did you think of me when you were sliding between their cocks?”
“Yes!” Ash moaned and slammed her hand on the table. Everyone turned toward us now. She grabbed a biscuit and shoved it into her mouth. “Yes!” she said. “You made my favorite biscuits! Thanks, Nigel.”
Nigel beamed at her. “You’re welcome, Mistress Ash.”
James chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He whispered something to Penny.
“James knows I’m fucking you with my fingers under the table,” I said. “Do you think anyone else knows?”
Ash whimpered.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Were you a good girl? Did you let both of them fill your tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” she whispered and shoved another biscuit in her mouth. “Are you mad...”
“I’m so hard right now, baby.” I slipped another finger inside of her.
She tried to swallow the biscuit and her throat made that adorable squeaking noise again.
“You were such a good girl, fucking both of them. Let me reward you.” I started tracing slow circles along her clit, just the way she liked.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers.
“If we were alone right now, I’d shove my fingers in your mouth as I devoured your pussy.”
“Tanner...”
“Because now I know you like being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Don’t you, baby?”
She put a chunk of fish in her mouth and moaned again.
“Did you think of my cock pressing into the back of your throat instead of his? And my fingers digging into your hips? My cock sliding in and out of you? Fucking you?” I nipped at her earlobe.
She nodded.
