Page 47 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

Which meant I still needed to get my contingency plan in place. And to get that plan in place, I needed more time.

I glanced back at my table. “Help!” I mouthed.

Ash nodded. And then she yelled, “Fuck her!”

Thank you, bestie. It was like she could read my dirty mind.

“Yeah!” agreed another girl. “Fuck her!”

And then everyone started chanting it.

“Sounds like they wanna watch,” I said to him.

The kidnapper put me down on stage next to one of the stripper poles. “Bend over.”

“I would. But you know the old bachelorette party rule. A stripper can only fuck the bride if he steals her garter.”

“You mean this?” The Banana King reached into his mask and pulled out my garter.

What the hell? I looked down at my thigh. Sure enough, the garter was missing. That cheeky bastard must have snagged it while he was eating my pussy.

And there he went again, getting even hotter.

He slid the garter onto his massive arm. “Now bend over.”

Yes sir.

I bent over and grabbed the pole as he bunched my skirt around my waist. Every girl at the Banana Party had crowded around the stage to watch. They were still chanting, “Fuck her.” And they were about to get what they wanted. But most importantly…I was going to get what I wanted. The biggest banana at the Banana Party deep inside of me. It was about time. After all, he was the Banana King. And I was about to be the queen of this party.

I arched my back and wiggled my ass for the Banana King.

Someone tossed him a condom. He held it up and looked at it for a moment. Then he laughed. “Save it for her fiancé. They don’t make condoms my size.”

He grabbed my hips and guided himself into me. Inch by glorious inch.

“YES!” yelled Ash.

But I was even more excited than she was.

I’d never felt so full. And he wasn’t even halfway in. My legs were shaking after a few more inches. The slight curve in his cock had him massaging me in a way I’d never felt. Or maybe it was just his insane length. Or girth.

God, he was perfect.

He smacked my ass and I completely lost control. I’d never come so fast in my life. I wasn’t even sure he was all the way inside of me yet. It took all my concentration to grip the stripper pole and keep from falling over as I rode out the orgasm.

If he could do that on the first thrust…I was in for a real treat.

He gripped my hips even tighter as he moved in and out of me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned.

I was pretty sure anyone would feel tight to him. But I always loved that compliment.

His fingers dug into my skin so hard that it hurt. In the best way possible. “Harder,” I moaned.

“You little slut.” He grabbed my neck and absolutely pounded me against the pole until I came again.

“Did I say you could come?” He tore my dress off, leaving me in only my bride-to-be-sash and my heels.

Naughty boy.

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