Page 41 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Yes!I wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not after months of pent-up sexual frustration.
He grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder. His hand immediately went to my bare ass as he carried me through his vast apartment. I’d never seen so many hallways and doors. And we christened every one of them with a kiss. No, not a kiss. It was more of a battle. He’d slam me up against a doorway and make out with me, and then I’d squirm away and end up pinned against a wall. We knocked over at least one lamp and a few other unknown pieces of furniture, but neither of us cared one bit. Somewhere along the way he literally tore my skirt off.
Eventually he slammed me through a door and gave me a push, sending me sprawling onto the softest bed I’d ever felt. It was like falling onto a giant cloud. Especially because the ceiling was made entirely of glass, revealing a spectacular view of the stars above. But I could care less about the stars. We may have been in the heavens, but the only god I cared about was Tanner.
He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I thought he was going to start eating my pussy again like he had in the kitchen, but now his motions were slow and deliberate. He ran his hands across my breasts and down my stomach, inspecting every inch of me.
Blue uplighting bathed our bodies in a soft blue glow, perfectly accentuating every muscle in his chiseled body. I reached out and traced the contours of his abs.
“Do you want more?” he asked as he put his hair up into a bun.
“No. Ineedmore. I need you. All of you.”
“Is my mouth not enough?” He started kissing down my torso, getting ever closer to my pussy.
“It is. But I want to feel your cock inside of me.”
“Soon,” he whispered against my skin. “So soon.” And then his lips found their target.
I leaned back onto the pillowy mattress while Tanner worked his magic on my aching pussy. He’d been stripped of his genie magic, but it didn’t make an ounce of difference. I’d take this magic any day.
My second release came much faster than my first. And somehow I squirted even more. But Tanner just smiled and kept going. I never wanted this to stop. And it didn’t have to. I came again a second later. And again. And again.
I couldn’t tell you how many times I came that night. But I do know that Tanner had asked for a six-course meal, and he’d definitely gotten it.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 9 – A Place Where One Goes to Masturbate
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
I rolled over and tried to untangle myself from the overstuffed comforter.
The sheets were soaking wet. Every muscle in my body ached. And I’d never felt happier.
“Tanner?” I whispered, reaching out for him. But my hand came up empty. “Tanner?” I asked a little louder.
I had no idea what time it was, but it was definitely still dark out. The last thing I remembered was orgasming for the bajillionth time. And then I guess I’d fallen asleep.
Well that’s embarrassing.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around for Tanner. The blue uplighting had been turned off, leaving the room illuminated only by the moon and the stars shining through the glass ceiling. The only sign of Tanner’s whereabouts was the open door to the hallway.
I got up and tried to pull the sheets around my naked body the way girls do in movies. But the sheets were so tangled and soaked that it was pretty much impossible. Not to mention that they were still tucked under the bed in some places. And really big.How the hell do girls do that?Or did they cover themselves with other stuff? Like oversized men’s shirts?
Whatever.
I was thirsty AF. Not Instagram thirsty. I was legitimately thirsty. Like…severely dehydrated. Which made sense with how many fluids I had lost. I glanced back at the soaked bed and cringed. I’d seen girls squirt in porn before, but I always figured that it was just special effects. Or pee. God, I really hoped it wasn’t pee.
Either way, I needed water.
I ditched the sheets and walked out of the room. If I ran into Nigel, I’d just treat him like the wall he was.
I thought that it was going to be difficult to navigate the twisty hallways of Tanner’s apartment, but it actually proved to be quite easy thanks to the trail of destruction we’d left during our violent sex romp from the kitchen to the bedroom. Broken lamps, smashed vases, half of my shredded skirt...Sorry about the clothes you lent me, Chastity.
If anyone would forgive me, though, it would be Chastity. Especially after I told her about how Tanner had devoured me.
I was just about to turn left towards a row of crooked paintings when a faint light from under a closed door caught my eye.
