Page 97 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Oh wow. You’re just gonna bend over and let them all take a turn? You nasty, Ash.” But she waggled her eyebrows like she thought I was anything but.
“No! I’m not going to bang any of them. The only person I’m banging tonight is the sausage king.”
Chastity ignored me and turned to the field. “I’m thinking you should bang Zico first. Look at that smile. And those abs.” She fanned her face.
Zico and just scored a goal and taken his shirt off to celebrate. And she was right…he did have amazing abs.
“Eh, I would,” I said. “But I only bang royalty.”
“Oooh…good choice. Duke is hot too.”
“What?”
She pointed to a cute player with longish blonde hair pulled back with a headband. “That’s Duke. He’s actually a British duke. And he’s also an amazing right winger.”
“Uh okay. Sure. What I meant by royalty is that I’m only banging the sausage king tonight. He’s gonna take me to his castle and ravish me.”I wonder what Tanner is doing right now...
“His castle, huh? OH MY GOD. It’s just like Hansel and Gretel! You’re Gretel, Tanner is Hansel, and the sausage king is just likehis great great grandfather the wizard. He’s gonna ravish you while Tanner watches! I love this!”
I shook my head. “You seriously need to reread that fairytale. Although I guess you are kind of right about what’s going to happen tonight…”
“Wait! Watch that replay.” Chastity pointed up to the big screen.
“What am I looking at exactly? Oh. OOOOH.” It was obvious what she was looking at. #6 of NY United was jumping over a slide tackle in slow motion, and as he did, you could see a perfect outline of his huge cock swinging against his shorts.
“Yup. He’s totes the one. Franz Schneider is your one true love. Although you may want the Serbian twins to warm you up first.” Chastity pointed back to the two towering defenders with shaved heads and dimples.
“I’m not going to get stretched out by twins. And no one here is my one true love. That’s Tanner. I’m looking for a lesser true love.”
“If not twins, maybe you can get warmed up by two bickering rivals, then?” Chastity pointed to the defenders on either side of the twins. One with green and yellow dreads, and the other with baby blue cornrows. “That’s Jam and Baho.”
“What kind of names are those?”
“Nicknames. Jam is from Jamaica and Baho is from the Bahamas. They have a super cute TikTok feud about which island is better. But the real question is…which one of them hasa bigger cock? After tonight, you’ll have to let me know.” She winked at me.
“Stop winking. I’m not having sex with the whole team.”
“Right just the islanders and Franz.” She winked again.
I crossed my legs. Something about saying ‘I’m not having sex with the whole team’ out loud kinda made me want to do it. I was good at reverse psychologizing myself.
The sausage king slid back into his chair. “What’d I miss?”
Chastity leaned forward to see him. “We were just talking about whether Jamaica or the Bahamas has better…”
“Sausage!” I yelled.
The sausage king shrugged. “Neither. I’ve tried both, and neither is very impressive.” He handed me the actual sausage he’d just fetched for me.
Chastity and I gave each other a look. Was he talking about sausage sausage? Or like...their dick sausage? Maybe that was why he hadn’t looked at that topless girl with the inflatable beer mugs...
Chastity leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “Your date might be gay. So I’m gonna go try to get some locker room passes just in case you need a backup true love fucking. Come find me after the game so you can get your sausage.” She emphasized the word sausage in a way that made me 100% sure that she meant dick sausage.
Crap, was the sausage king gay? Because I really wasn’t in the mood to fold up a dick sausage and shove it inside of me tonight. Not after Chastity had pointed out all the ones on the field that would actually want me back.
We watched the game mostly in silence. All I could seem to concentrate on was the players’ packages in their clingy shorts. The other midfielder opposite Franz was definitely packing something special too… I glanced at the sausage king out of the corner of my eyes.I wonder what he’s packing?He was a big guy. If he was straight, I’d be riding him later.What the hell is going on with my head right now?I had a smorgasbord of sausage on the brain.
There were only two minutes left of the game and it was tied 1-1. “What happens with our bet if it’s a draw?” I asked.
