Page 657 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“I know you,” she muttered.
“What?” asked Anthony. “You’ve seen his cock before?”
“It’s nothing bad, babe. On my first day I just accidentally walked into the men’s shower and saw…” she pointed to the huge cock in front of her. “I only recognize it because of the big heart-shaped birthmark.”
That checked out. Most of his cock was dark black, but one splotch was much lighter.
“Don’t worry,” said the guard through his voice modulator. “Nothing happened. Although I admit, I have been dreaming of burying my face in those tits ever since.” He reached out and honked one of Maeve’s breasts.
Maeve swatted him away. “Hey! Hands off. Unless this next guy is bigger. Then I guess you’re allowed to put your hands wherever you want to.”
“Wait, he saw your tits?”
Maeve nodded. “Well…yeah. I was going in there to take a shower so I was naked.”
Anthony shook his head.
“How big is he?” I asked. But I didn’t really need to. He was way bigger than Anthony.
Maeve grabbed him to measure. “Eleven and a quarter.”
“Okay,” I said. “It all comes down to this. If the best man is smaller than you, than you win. But if he’s bigger…then Maeve is gonna getfucked.”
“Ready, babe?” asked Maeve.
Anthony nodded.
Maeve dropped the groomsman’s pants and…
It was gonna be close.
She put the ruler up to it. It was right around eight inches. But then she pushed the ruler into the skin at the base of his cock. “Eight and three eighths,” she said.
Oh damn!She’d definitely made it so that the groomsmen would win. That naughty little slut.
“Fuck,” groaned Anthony.
“Gentleman,” I said. “You may fuck the bride.”
They were on her in a second.
The guy with the birthmark tore off his gloves and went straight for her tits. The nine-incher came up behind her and tore her sarong off.
And the best man started fingering her pussy. He groaned. “She’s so wet for us.”
Maeve turned so red and gave a nervous laugh. And then her laugh turned into a moan when the guy behind her slapped her ass.
“Hey,” said Anthony. “Don’t hit her.”
“It’s okay, babe,” said Maeve. “I kind of like it. Getting spanked. Not getting touched by three hot guys all at once. I’m not enjoying this at all.” She did not sound very convincing.
“So which cock did you want to not-enjoy first?” I asked.
“Hmmm…” Maeve took a step back from the men and looked down at their cocks.
First she walked over to the nine-incher and unbuckled his vest. She pushed it off his shoulders and then trailed her hands down his eight-pack. But she stopped just short of his cock.
She walked to the best man next.
