Page 53 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
“True love isn’t really my domain. But I know a guy. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you, Santa.” She gave him a big hug and then walked back to us.
Well that was adorable. I thought for sure she was going to ask him for a new AK47 or a signed first edition ofFoundations of Leninism.
“Who’s next?” asked Santa.
I looked at Ash.
“You go,” she whispered. “I’m too nervous! I don’t know what to ask for. I can’t get that hot chocolate out of my head. But it seems like I should ask for something better. Like a new sweater.What? No. I don’t even like sweaters. Too itchy in the armpits. God, is it hot in here? It feels hot.” She started fanning herself.
“Girl, it’s not hot in here. The roof is open and it’s like 2 degrees outside.” I pointed up at the snowflakes falling from the part of the glass roof that Ghostie and Teddybear had somehow slid open.
I walked up to Santa and sat on his lap.
“Merry Christmas, Chastity,” he said. “Have you been naughty or nice?”
“I can be both,” I said with a wink.
He shifted underneath me and I thought for sure I felt his hard cock against my leg.
Bad Santa!Santa wasn’t supposed to get boners when girls sat on his lap. Although…usually girls sitting on Santa’s lap weren’t dressed like we were. And also…this wasn’t Santa. It was Teddybear. Right? I stared into his eyes. They were the same color as Teddybear’s. But…they seemed a little different. Eh, it was probably just the big white beard that was throwing me off. Or maybe it was his peppermint cologne.
“What would you like for Christmas?” he asked.
“I want a nice, thick, 8-inch cock,” I said.
Santa’s Adam’s apple rose and then fell as he stared at me. “Definitely naughty, then. No gift for you this year, I’m afraid.”
“Wait,” I said. And then I leaned in to whisper. “It’s not for me. It’s for my friend.” I nodded my head to Ash.
“Hmmm,” said Santa, stroking his big white beard. “Giving your wish up to help another? Maybe you’re on the nice list after all.”
“Does that mean you’ll make it come true? Pretty please, Santa?” I was going to explode soon if I didn’t get rid of my celibacy vow. A girl could only go without sex for so long. #BlueBallsKillGirlsToo.
“I’ll see what I can do. Next!” he yelled.
I got off his lap and went back over to Ash and Slavanka.
“Did you seriously just ask Santa for a thick cock?” asked Ash.
I nodded.
“What’d you whisper to him?”
“You’ll see,” I said.I hope.“Ready to make your wish?”
“Yes. No. Yes! God, I hope I don’t do anything weird. Or inappropriate. He’s really hot, right? Is this outfit too much?”
“Just go,” I said and gave her a little shove.
She stumbled forward and then stepped back. “Give me a second.” She took a deep breath and looked down to make sure her outfit was all in place.
While she did that, I locked eyes with Slavanka and pointed to the oversized bow on my boob.
She nodded.
Hopefully that meant she knew what I was saying.
