Page 489 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He gave my head a gentle push onto his cock. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck my face. So I put my hand on top of his and pushed.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock slammed into the back of my throat. But unlike usual, it didn’t feel like getting punched. His huge head acted kind of like a little airbag.
Oh hell yeah.This was gonna be the best blowjob I’d ever given.
I pulled my head back and helped him force me down again. And then he didn’t need any more help. His fingers tightened in my hair and he started fucking my face. Faster and faster.
I smiled to myself as he leaned back and groaned with pleasure. If Adonis was telling the truth about this guy being a punch master, then Chad was 100% getting into the Gryphon Club. I just had to execute the rest of my plan…
I reached up and played with his balls as he kept fucking my face. And then they started to tense up. He was about to cum. So I gagged and pulled back.
“Fuck,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
I looked up at him. “Wanna bend me over the sink? Or would you rather cum all over my face?”
He smiled and stroked his cock. “Can I do both?”
“Of course you can.” I stood up. “But…not today.” God, I couldn’t believe I was breaking two rules at once. Giving him blue balls was bad enough. Especially because it was the second time I was breaking Rule #24 again in one day. But I was also breaking Single Girl Rule #27: If he makes you come, he can cum anywhere he wants. It wasn’t right. I should be drenched in his cum right now. But I’d make it up to him.
“What?”
“My boyfriend loves the idea of me sneaking off to blow other guys. That was why he spilled the drink on us. To get us alone in here so I could give you a special tip.”
“Really?”
Hell no.“Mhm. He’s a brave man to let me sneak around like this. But he’s not stupid. He wouldn’t let some random dude fuck me. But I really love your cock, so I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I grabbed his cock and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Sometimes he shares me with his friends.”
“So if I want to fuck you, I have to be his friend?”
“Yeah. Or…” I paused and then shook my head. “No, that wouldn’t work. You’re not part of the Gryphon Club. You’re just a waiter.”
“What if I was a member?”
“Well…if you and Chad were part of the same brotherhood, then of course he’d let you fuck my brains out.” I pulled a gold foil envelope out of my purse and handed it to him. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
He slid the invitation out of the envelope. “A wedding invitation?”
“Not quite.” The design was certainly based on a wedding invitation. But I’d turned it into something so much more fun. I took it from him and read: “You and a guest are cordially invited to fuck Chastity Morgan at a date, time, and location of your choosing.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Of course, there’s always some fine print too.” I kept reading: “Must be 18+. Not valid for residents of FL, GA, or AK.”
The waiter laughed. “What do you have against southerners and Alaskans?”
“Nothing. But Daddy’s lawyer advised me that those states have certain laws that might view this invitation as a form of illegal prostitution. Anyway…” I cleared my throat and kept reading. “Voucher has no cash value, but may be transferred or sold. Suggested retail price: $1M per guest. All male guests must have at least 8 abs and 8 inches.”
He smiled and unbuttoned his shirt to expose his lovely 8-pack. “Looks like I qualify.”
He did indeed. And that was kind of the whole point of the invitation. Single Girl Rule #8 forbid me from refusing any man with 8 abs and 8 inches. So this piece of paper really didn’t change anything.
“It says that I can fuck you at a place and time of my choosing. I choose…here. And right now.”
“Hmm…there’s just one problem.” I pointed to the final line of fine print.
