Page 436 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
And if he treated me like Ghost promised a kidnapper would… I almost got my second orgasm just thinking about what he might do to me.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, trying my best to sound worried instead of excited.
“I thought we could have a little fun backstage. Away from prying eyes.” He climbed the stairs up to the main stage. In about ten seconds, I’d be backstage and officially kidnapped.
But it wasn’tquitetime for that yet. Because as excited as I was about being kidnapped by this hunk, there was a chance that sex slavery wouldn’t be as fun as I imagined.
Like…what if he refused to fuck me?
I know, I know. It was a crazy thought. But I still wanted to be prepared.
Which meant I still needed to get my contingency plan in place. And to get that plan in place, I needed more time.
I glanced back at my table. “Help!” I mouthed.
Ash nodded. And then she yelled, “Fuck her!”
Thank you, bestie.It was like she could read my dirty mind.
“Yeah!” agreed another girl. “Fuck her!”
And then everyone started chanting it.
“Sounds like they wanna watch,” I said to him.
The kidnapper put me down on stage next to one of the stripper poles. “Bend over.”
“I would. But you know the old bachelorette party rule. A stripper can only fuck the bride if he steals her garter.”
“You mean this?” The Banana King reached into his mask and pulled out my garter.
What the hell?I looked down at my thigh. Sure enough, the garter was missing. That cheeky bastard must have snagged it while he was eating my pussy.
And there he went again, getting even hotter.
He slid the garter onto his massive arm. “Now bend over.”
Yes sir.
I bent over and grabbed the pole as he bunched my skirt around my waist. Every girl at the Banana Party had crowded around the stage to watch. They were still chanting, “Fuck her.” And they were about to get what they wanted. But most importantly…I was going to get what I wanted. The biggest banana at the Banana Party deep inside of me. It was about time. After all, he was the Banana King. And I was about to be the queen of this party.
I arched my back and wiggled my ass for the Banana King.
Someone tossed him a condom. He held it up and looked at it for a moment. Then he laughed. “Save it for her fiancé. They don’t make condoms my size.”
He grabbed my hips and guided himself into me. Inch by glorious inch.
“YES!” yelled Ash.
But I was even more excited than she was.
I’d never felt so full. And he wasn’t even halfway in. My legs were shaking after a few more inches. The slight curve in his cock had him massaging me in a way I’d never felt. Or maybe it was just his insane length. Or girth.
God, he was perfect.
He smacked my ass and I completely lost control. I’d never come so fast in my life. I wasn’t even sure he was all the way inside of me yet. It took all my concentration to grip the stripper pole and keep from falling over as I rode out the orgasm.
If he could do that on the first thrust…I was in for a real treat.
