Page 652 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Don’t you want your water?” asked Anthony, tapping the bottle against her shoulder.
I put my hand out to stop him. “She’s busy.”
“But she said she was thirsty.”
“I’ll give her a drink.” I grabbed the top of her head and tilted it back so that she was staring up at me as I stroked myself with one hand. “Open wide.”
“Oh hell no,” said Anthony.
It was tempting to unleash all over her face. But instead I poured water onto the tip of my cock and let it flow into her eager mouth. She caught as much as she could until it splashed out onto her chin and all over her tits.
She laughed and turned away.
“Don’t laugh,” said Anthony. “I thought he was about to cum on your face.”
“I did too,” said Maeve.
“And you kept your mouth open like that?”
“I’m just trying to do a good job. How’d my outfit hold up?” she asked, looking down at her bikini. She blushed when she noticed her tits were out of her top. Even though she was the one who’d taken them out.
That was definitely something Ash would do. Which made me dick stiffen even more.
“So far so good,” I said. “Now, let’s see about this thong…” I helped her to her feet, grabbed both sides of her thong, and pulled in either direction. It easily tore in half.
Maeve let out a gasp. And she let out a bigger gasp when I knelt down, hitched one of her legs over my shoulder, and started licking her delicious pussy.
She was already fucking soaked, and not just from the water I’d poured on her. I squeezed her firm ass and let my tongue explore deeper. And then I effortlessly picked her up and lay her back on the bar.
I didn’t even have to push on her thighs to spread her legs. She did it for me. And then she grabbed my hair and pulled me down.
I was used to being in control, but I loved when girls showed me what they wanted. And I was more than happy to give it to her. I closed my eyes, imagining Ash’s fingers buried in my hair. Her whimpering every time I swirled my tongue around her wetness. Randomly shouting out her greatest fears as she lost control. Soon my dick ripping her in half would be added to that list.
I feasted until Ash’s entire body shook, her thighs clasping around my head.Fuck. No. Maeve’s thighs. Not Ash’s.This was supposed to be helping, but still all I could think about was Ash.
“Oh fuck,” Maeve moaned.
“What the fuck, babe?” said Anthony. “Did you just come?”
“No,” she lied. “Maybe.”
“How is this even testing the outfit?” he asked. “Your top is barely on and he tore the bottoms.”
Fair point.And this wasn’t helping my current predicament. I needed to fuck her. So I could picture my cock spreading Ash’s pussy wide. I wanted every inch of me slick with her juices.
I gave Maeve a few more licks and then stood up. “It’s not,” I said. “But did you really want me to fuck her with this without properly warming her up?” I pointed to my huge cock.
Anthony glared at me.
“So what position should we test first?” I asked.
“How about doggy?” suggested Maeve.
“What the hell? You never ask for doggy.”
“I just thought it was the best one to test.” She bent over and grabbed the bar. “We need to see if the bikini strap can withstand being used for leverage to fuck my brains out.”
“Wouldn’t using the leash make more sense?” asked Anthony.
