Page 6 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Holy shit.It looked like Teddybear was grabbing something thick. And his hand wasnotvery high up on this thigh.
I was going to need to investigate further.
HoHoHo - Chapter 2 – A Minefield of Men and Mistletoe
2 Days Before Christmas, 2013
Teddybear cleared his throat and let go of the caroler’s cock. “Sorry about that. Enjoy the cookies, sir.”
I went over and poured him a glass of milk to go with his cookies. But when I approached to give it to him, he turned and bumped into me, spilling the milk all over his jacket.
“Shit, sorry,” he said. “Are you okay?”
What a gentleman.“I’m fine. What about you?”
“Yeah. But I’m not sure my jacket will ever be the same.”
“We better soak it real quick,” I said. I dragged him over to the sink.
He shrugged out of his jacket. Andholy Christmas cock!His smoking jacket had covered most of his thighs before. But now that it was off… His grey sweatpants didn’t do anything to hide his humungous penis that Teddybear had grabbed a second ago. Where had this man been hiding on campus all semester? When I told Teddybear and Ghostie to find some hot carolers, I hadn’t expected much. But damn.
I tossed his jacket into the sink and turned the water on. “I think some got on your pants too.”
“Did it?” he asked.
No.“Yup. We should probably soak those too.” I grabbed for the waistband of his pants.
“Wait,” he said. “I’m not…”
But it was too late. I already had his pants down to his knees. And his massive cock swung out and hit me.
“…Wearing any underwear,” he finished.
My jaw dropped. It was even better than I expected. The head-to-shaft ratio was absolutely perfect.
He put his hands over it, but he could barely cover it. And it was growing every second.
“Whoa,” yelled one of his friends. “What’s going on over there?”
“Fuck off,” said the singer. “She spilled some milk on me and we were trying to clean it up.”
“Really? Because it looks like you dragged her under the mistletoe and pushed her to her knees.”
I looked above us. Sure enough, this was one of the places Teddybear had hung mistletoe.
“That’s not what happened,” I said. “But now that we’re here, I’m not sure I really have a choice.”
“For real?” asked the singer.
I shrugged. “I don’t want to be Christmas cursed forever. Do you?”
He shook his head.
I pushed his hands off his cock and gave the tip a kiss. “How was that?” I asked.
“Amazing.”
“Then you’re really gonna love this.” I shoved him all the way into my throat.
