Page 434 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Each stroke of his tongue brought me closer to the edge.
I gripped the back of his head harder and grinded against his face. “Yes,” I moaned.Just like that.
He pushed his tongue against my clit and my whole body spasmed. But he didn’t slow down. Not even a little bit. He just kept feasting.
I moved my arm and I was pretty sure I knocked over a glass of banana juice. But I didn’t even care because I was so close to coming again.
And then he stopped.
“Keep going,” I demanded. I pushed his head down, but he was too strong for me.
“Sorry,” he said as he stood up, his mask falling back into place over his face. “Were you about to come again?”
Fucker!All I could think about was coming again, and he knew it. And then it all made sense. He’d come out to punish me for hitting the gong. And he’d given me the ultimate punishment. One orgasm with no encore.
I knew how to get what I wanted, though.
“You call that a punishment?” I asked, glancing down at his crotch.
Orgasming on his tongue was good. But orgasming on his stiff cock would be better.
I reached up and unzipped his monkey suit. The world’s largest banana hammock swung free and hit me in the face.
It was almost comically big. Like, at least a foot. It was more of a plantain than a banana. There must have been so much padding in there.
Or not.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as he tore off the banana hammock.
Holy giant cock!
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Longer than the Banana Bros.
Thicker than my farm boy.
And more beautifully tanned than my Italian stallion.
The perfect banana.
No…not a banana. This thing was definitely a plantain. It looked pretty much exactly like one. It even had the same curve. Which would feelamazinginside of me.
“Bigger than your groom?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded. Then I grabbed his shaft. My hand couldn’t even fully close around it. I gave him a few tugs and pulled back.
“No,” I said. “I shouldn’t. My fiancé would be so mad.”
“Says the girl with cum on her face.”
“Are you calling me a slut?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…maybe I am. I hope no one tells my fiancé.” I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards my mouth. I practically had to unhinge my jaw, but I made it fit. He grabbed my head and pushed me down.
I actually didn’t care if anyone told Chad. I was gonna show him those pictures of the Banana Bros. And tell him all about this. Being jealous made Chad so much better at sex.
