Page 7 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
“Oh fuck,” he groaned and stumbled backwards. If his ass hadn’t been against the counter he definitely would have fallen over.
God I missed this.
I pulled back slowly, savoring every inch of his cock against my lips. Dick was so much better than Christmas cookies.
Yes, I know I’d taken a vow of celibacy until Ash lost her virginity. But I couldn’t go against the mistletoe, right? And it’s not like I was sucking off the beat boxer that she had the hots for…
I went back down again and hummed the Christmas carol they’d been singing earlier to give him a little extra sensation.
Usually I would have held back so that he’d last longer, but Ineededto taste his cum. So I was pulling out all the stops.
I was sure he was seconds away from cumming when my phone buzzed.
I pulled back and accepted the call.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, princess,” said Daddy.
“Daddy!” I looked up at the singer and pointed at my phone. “One sec,” I mouthed. “It’s my daddy calling.”
“Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Sure. What’s up?” I kept one hand on the singer’s cock to keep him hard while I talked.
“I just wanted you to know that you mean the world to me. And in case anything happens to me at the Christmas retreat, everything you need is in the safe behind the fireplace.”
“What are you talking about? Why would something happen to you at the retreat?” Yes, it was an annual meeting of mafia families, so there was some inherent danger. But nothing beyond the occasional fistfight between low level soldiers. No one would dare ruin Christmas by attacking one of the heads of the families.
“This year feels…different. The Locatellis are pretty pissed about our stunt at their sex auction. And the Chadwicks are going bankrupt, so who knows what they’re willing to do. But the Pruitts are the ones that really have me concerned. Crazy Isabella is taking on an increasingly prominent role in that family. But she hasn’t made any big moves on the streets yet. Which makes me think she has something else planned.”
“Like a Christmas morning massacre?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Shit. Then you can’t go.”
“I wish I could just skip it and spend Christmas with you. Hell, I wish I could quit the entire business. I’m too old to be dealing with Crazy Isabella’s shit. But we both know that skipping the retreat would make me look weak. And I sure as hell can’t just retire. But I’m starting to form a plan.”
“Of course you are.”I learned from the best.“I’ll come help with whatever you have planned.” It was a tradition to attend every year. This was the first year I hadn’t planned on going because I didn’t want Ash to spend Christmas alone. But that wasn’t really a problem. I could just bring her with me.
“No. You’ll stay exactly where you are.”
“What was that?” I asked. “You’re breaking up. Love you, Daddy! Bye!” I blew a kiss to the phone and hung up.
Phew, that was stressful.It was a good thing I had the singer’s huge cock in front of me to help distract me.
“Sorry about that,” I said and leaned in to start sucking.
But then my phone rang again.
Damn it.
I looked down at the caller ID.
“Who is it now?” asked the singer.
“Just my boyfriend. I’ll call him back later.” I rejected the call and started sucking.
