Page 659 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Fuckkkkkk,” she screamed. But it was silenced halfway through by the nine-incher shoving his cock down her throat. And then she started stroking the squad leader.
“Well that’s interesting,” I said, pointing to her glove that was starting to tear at the seams. “It appears stroking smaller cocks is actually more likely to make them rip. I would have thought the opposite, but I guess it kinda makes sense. The smaller thecock, the more she has to bend her fingers to get around it. Like on mine, her hand was basically still wide open. It’s a good thing we tested this.”
“Great,” said Anthony. “All her clothes are ruined, so I think we’re done here.”
“But…” said Maeve. She looked down at her torn glove. And then at her ruined top on the ground by her feet. “My heels could still snap. Or some of those diamonds could pop off if they put me on all fours.”
“Better test it,” I said.
“I agree,” said Maeve. She stood up, grabbed the nine-incher, and walked him over to a lounge chair. He tossed her onto all fours and then started fucking her from behind.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “You’re all so big. I can’t believe the rumors were true.”
“Rumors?” asked Anthony. “You knew all the guards were huge when you agreed to have the Uskavian wedding?”
“Umm…” said Maeve. But she never had to finish her thought, because the squad leader stuck his cock in her mouth.
Damn she’s a freak.Just like Ash.
I couldn’t wait to claim Maeve once the guards stretched her out a bit. But I wanted to make sure that I could really picture Ash when I did it.
I reached into my pocket for my phone so I could bring up the security feed of the girls, but I’d left it in my office.
“You,” I said, pointing to the first guard who had failed to measure in. “Give me your phone.”
“Yes, sir.” He took his phone out of one of his tactical vest pockets and tossed it to me.
I pulled up the security feed of the dressing room. But the girls weren’t there yet. And they weren’t in the elevator. Or in the hall outside the bachelorette suite.
Oh fuck.These idiots better not have let the girls escape again.
“Sergeant,” I yelled.
But there was no response.
I looked over at the gangbang. Maeve was now straddling the squad leader on the lounge chair. He’d tossed his helmet to the side and her tits were hitting him in the face as she bounced up and down on his cock.
“Get her tits out of his face,” I demanded to Birthmark.
He saluted and grabbed her leash to pull Maeve’s head towards his own cock. She opened wide to suck him off. And more importantly, her tits were now out of the squad leader’s face.
“Sergeant!” I yelled again.
“Yes sir?” he asked.
“Did you give the command to bring the girls up to the dressing room?”
“No, sir. We got interrupted by Anthony asking about the size contest before I could give the order.”
“Damn it, Sergeant. You just lost your pussy privileges for the next five minutes. Birthmark, you’re up again. And you,” I said to the fifth guy. “I need your radio.”
He handed it to me.
I hit the button to open the channel. “Bravo Squad, where the fuck are you?”
“In the bachelorette suite awaiting your orders,” came the response. “We found the girls.”
“Bring them up to the dressing room.”
