Page 557 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Slavanka untied him from the column and I dragged him backstage into one of the villa bedrooms.
“What are you doing?” asked Ghostie. “This isnotthe plan.”
He was right. It wasn’t.
It was even better.
I flashed a thumbs up to the security camera in the corner and then turned to Brody.
“So am I disqualified?” he asked.
“You should be.”
“I feel like there’s a but coming.”
“But…” I gave him a saucy smile. “I’m always open to bribes.”
“Uh…I don’t have any money on me. But I guess I could go get you a pizza or something. I think there’s a restaurant here that’s supposed to have the best pizza in Miami.”
What the fuck?“You want to take me out on a date?”Is he seriously about to cheat on Karma?
“I guess?”
“Dude, you have a girlfriend.”
“I know. But I really want Karma to win that money.”
“How about this. If you want, I’ll go on your pizza date. Or you can give me another type of delicious treat.” I stared down at his cock.
His eyes got big. “You want to suck my cock as your bribe?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to just suck it. I want to lick every inch of it, just like this. I put my whistle in my mouth andswirled my tongue around it. “I want to jam it down my throat so far that I can’t breathe. And then I want you to fuck my face until you explode all over me. Or we can just go get some pizza. Your choice.” I moved my arm so that the ropes would shift and expose my breast.
“Holy shit.” He started stroking his cock.
“So which will it be?”
“Suck my cock.” He grabbed me and shoved me to my knees.
Oh thank God!For a second when he’d been trying to take me out for pizza I thought he was some sort of cheating asshole. It would have been so awkward to have to tell Karma that her man was cheating, but I would have had no choice. Single Girl Rule #36: Tell a girl if her man is cheating on her. Luckily for Karma, Brody was a good boy and chose the blowjob.
And also luckily for me. Because his cock was delicious. And the combination of riding my vibrating jet ski and then watching my girls blow him had me absolutely drenched.
My turn, bitches.
Their outfits had been good, but my referee outfit was better.
I looked up at him as I swirled my tongue around his tip. And then I handled him my whistle. “Blow this when you’re about to cum. Or don’t. I’m always happy to swallow.” I winked at him and then slammed his cock into the back of my throat. He stumbled backwards into the wall, but I just kept pushing.
“I bet he doesn’t last 60 seconds,” said Ghostie into my ear.
I glanced over at the security camera and cocked an eyebrow.
“I also bet you wish it was my cock down your throat,” he said.
I nodded and kept sucking.
“You see that bed to your left?” Ghostie’s voice sounded tight. “If I was there, I’d tie your hands to the posts and bend you over. And then I’d rail you until your legs went numb.”
