Page 80 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“You’re pressing so hard against the grates. Matching each thrust. Riding my cock.” He pressed down hard on my clit.
Fuck.
“Pretend it was my cum you were licking off your funnel cake.” His fingers moved faster. “And you were straddling my cock on the carousel. And I was making you moan at the Orgasm Thruster.” He moved his wrist even faster. “And your ass was pressed against my cock at the glory hole wall. And that I was drenching your pretty little face at the face painting booth. Your greedy mouth drank down every ounce.” He tilted his fingers, hitting the spot that made me lose my mind. “And now you’re going to come for me as everyone watches me fuck you on the Ferris wheel. I can feel you, baby. I can feel how desperate you are for my cock.” He pressed down on my clit again.
I moaned as I came around his fingers.
“Just like that, baby. With me deep inside of you. Everyone watching.” He bit down on my earlobe again.
I kept riding his hand. The couple was out of view again. But I could picture it being us so clearly. I could picture everything he said so clearly.
Tanner kissed the side of my neck and lifted his lips from my skin.
We both caught our breath with his fingers still buried in my wetness.
I stared into his eyes. “I mean, I’d take that over giving a blowjob any day.”
He laughed and slowly slid his fingers out of me. And he put them in his mouth, sucking off the juices. “Now this is what they should be serving at one of the booths.”
I swallowed hard. Everything he did was so freaking sexy.
He slowly zipped my shorts back up. “Are you done trying to jump off the Ferris wheel now?”
“You’ve sufficiently calmed me down, yes. But after all these screw ups, I’m starting to get really worried about Nigel’s surprise. So maybe you should just do that again.”
“Surprise?”
“Yeah, he said he had a wonderful surprise planned.”
Tanner looked out at the carnival. “Well, it might have something to do with that train that just pulled up...”
A train had just entered the station. The doors slowly parted. And then two clowns stepped out. They were wearing white and blue leather masks. One had a zipper over his mouth. And the other had a white harness. And both their dicks were out. Was that Beef and Biff? Honestly it didn’t even matter. Because they were clowns. And their penises were out.
And I was scared of clowns. And hence clown penises.
“Not clown penises,” I said in horror. Why would Nigel think that was sexy?! I screamed as more clowns started flooding out of the trains with their dicks out.
And apparently I wasn’t the only one scared of clown penises. Because the carnival erupted into complete chaos. People started screaming and slipping in milk. And cum. But mostly spoiled milk.
People jizzing in the squirt race turned and jizzed all over people running. The bouncing sack race balls rolled around, knocking people over in the carnage. For some reason the clowns started chasing people with sandwich buns. And guys with Viagra-boners ran around screaming to get away from them. Were they trying to catch schlongs and schlorts for the sandos? Why were they doing that?!Gah!
One of the clowns turned and made direct eye contact with me.
I screamed and threw my arms around Tanner.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
I was the world’s worst matchmaker. How was I ever going to free him from his curse?
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 16 – Habib the Benevolent
Saturday – September 30, 2023
Ash
Chastity made a grossed out face as she shifted in her seat.
“Are you worried about being late too?” I asked and checked my watch for the millionth time. Tanner had successfully calmed me down from my carnival disaster. But I was bad at matchmaking. And honestly, he was bad at it too. Sure he had a lot of matches, but he was slow at it. And I didn’t want to die before I got to have sex with him.
