Page 234 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
The new angle felt amazing. And he started fucking me so good. I wasn’t sure if the shower was steamy because of us or because of the water.
“Mr. Frost,” I moaned. “I want you to cum all over my face.”
“So fucking kinky,” he said. He slammed into me once more before pulling out. He pushed me to my knees and he started stroking himself.
“Open wide, baby.”
Yes, sir.
He stroked himself once more and exploded into my mouth. Shot after shot.
Mmm.Sweeter than I expected for such a salty boy.
He stepped back under the water and rinsed off. He gave me a curt nod, returning to his old Mr. Frost ways. And he didn’t say a word as he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out the other door to his room.
Interesting.He was a man of few words. I quickly cleaned up and got out of the shower. I got dressed again and walked back through the bathroom and knocked on his door.
There was no response.
Maybe he had already gone downstairs?
I made my way out of the bathroom and my room and went downstairs. I could hear laughter from the other room. I wandered through the big house, through the kitchen, and found Mr. Frost in the living room. He was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. I smiled. It was actually really cute on him.
“Hey,” I said and walked up to him. I knew my cheeks were pink. I wasn’t sure if he was going to have some kind of reaction to what we’d just done or...
“Ash, I want you to meet my brother. Silas.” He gestured to his brother. Who lookedexactlylike him.
His brother raised his eyebrow at me. “Nice to officially meet you, Ash.” He stuck out his hand.
What did he mean by officially? Had Mr. Frost told him about me already? I quickly shook his hand. “Are you...twins?” I asked.
Mr. Frost nodded.
“I thought you said you had an older brother?”
“I do. Silas came out first. But in life, he’s always second best.”
Silas smirked at me. “Do you think I’m second best, Ash?”
What the fuck did he mean by that?! And why was he smirking at me?! I swallowed hard. Did I just fuck him in the shower and not Mr. Frost?
No.
That wasn’t possible.
I stared at him.
He smirked again.
Was it him?!Fuck me!
No.I took a deep breath. Definitely not. Maybe.Gah!
“Ah, my parents are home,” said Mr. Frost. He gestured behind him.
“This must be your fiancée,” his mother said. She kissed both my cheeks.
“Hi, Mrs. Frost.”
