Page 488 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Is it too late to change my dinner order?”
He looked confused. “Probably. But I’ll make an exception for you. Would you like a rib-eye instead of the crab cakes?”
“No.” I arched my back even more. “I want you to lift me onto this counter and eat my pussy.”
His eyes traveled down my body. “Of course, miss. But that’s more of an appetizer for me than an entrée for you. Would you like to hear our dinner specials?”
“Sure.”
“So first we have a lovely crab bisque.” He took a step toward me. “And we also just added a footlong wiener.”
“I like the sound of that second one.”
“I thought you might.” He untied his apron and then let his tuxedo pants fall to the floor. His cock was already at full attention. To call it a foot long was a bit of an exaggeration. It was probably just over eight inches. But what really intrigued me was the head to shaft ratio. The head was so thick that it almost looked like the top of a mushroom. I bet it would feel amazing sliding in and out of me.
“Well that looks absolutely delicious. I’ll have one of those.”
“Excellent choice. Let me just lock the door…”
“Don’t,” I said.
He looked at me.
“I like getting caught. Now get over here and try your appetizer.” I jumped up on the counter and spread my legs for him.
“It would be my pleasure,” he said as he got to his knees. And then he started feasting. It was like he’d just eaten his favorite dish and now he was licking the plate clean.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. He just kept going. And going. And going.
He pushed on my thighs, spreading them even farther.
God, I wanted even more. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around the back of his neck. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
This was by far the best service I’d ever received at a restaurant. It almost made me feel bad about how all of this was going to end. But not quite. Because as much as I was enjoying this, it wasn’t about my pleasure. It was about getting Chad into the Gryphon Club.
“I’m ready for my entrée,” I said.
He ignored me. Or maybe he just hadn’t heard me because my thighs were pressed so tightly against his ears. I spread my thighs a bit and said it again, but he still kept going. He looked up at me as he thrust his tongue even deeper inside of me. And I wasn’t sure if it was his tongue, the confident way he was staring at me, or the fact that I’d been so fucking horny all night that made me shatter so quickly. Scratch that, it was his tongue. His tongue was pure perfection and I never wanted him to stop.
My thighs slammed together to keep him from escaping. And as an added bonus, his nose rubbing against my clit gave me another orgasm.
He kept licking me until my muscles relaxed again.
And then he stood up.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. I’d desperately needed that after today.
“Your entrée is ready, miss.” He stroked his cock and looked at me.
Yes, please.I slid off the counter and dropped to my knees. And then I swirled my tongue around the huge head of his cock. It was so soft compared to his rock-hard shaft. I slid it farther into my mouth and tried to imagine what it would feel like inside of me. My guess was that it would be like a ribbed condom, but like a million times better.
I looked up at him and pushed his cock into one cheek. He tasted exactly like he smelled - like coconuts and pineapple.
“How are you enjoying your dinner, miss?” he asked.
I moaned on his cock and his whole body shook. And then I slid back. “It’s so big that I’m having some trouble swallowing. Could you help?” I grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head.
