Page 8 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
I immediately felt calmer with the singer’s cock down my throat.
I wanted so badly to let him fuck me on the cookie decorating table. But that would be breaking my vow. This blowjob was only acceptable because of the mistletoe.
Unless Ash had come back and started fucking the beat boxer…
I looked over my shoulder. There was no sign of Ash fucking the beat boxer. He was just standing there eating a cookie, watching me. The other singers and Teddybear were doing the same. And Ghostie was still trying and failing to assemble the gingerbread house.
What the hell was he doing? He wasn’t using nearly enough frosting to glue it all together. I wouldn’t have really cared, but eating gingerbread houses was one of Ash’s favorite Christmas traditions. I think she felt a kinship with gingerbread men because she was a ginger. Or something like that.
“What are you looking at us for?” asked one of the singers.
“Want us to join?” offered the beat boxer.
Yes.But also no. Because I desperately needed one of them to fuck Ash. “What kind of slut do you think I am?”
“I don’t think you’re a slut at all,” said another singer who had just jumped up onto the cookie table right next to the gingerbread house.
What the hell is he doing?
He tied some mistletoe onto a rafter and hopped back down. “You just suck cock under mistletoe.” He tossed his smoking jacket aside and dropped his pants.
He wasn’t quite as big as the first singer. But I appreciated his effort. “Exactly,” I said. I stood up, walked over to him, and dropped to my knees.
The other guys all scrambled to find mistletoe of their own. Which was perfect. When Ash got back, she was going to be walking into a sexy minefield of men and mistletoe.
The first singer walked over to get a handjob while I sucked the new guy. It felt wasteful, though. Because the first singer’s dick was better. And after a month long dry spell, I needed that Grade A cock. So I pulled off the new guy and turned back to the first singer.
But as I did…the new guy lost control.
Cum exploded onto the side of my face, up into my hair, and over my head.
“What the fuck?!” yelled Ghostie.
I glanced back and saw cum dripping down the side of the gingerbread house.
And then I got an idea…
I grabbed the new guy’s cock and aimed it at the house as he finished cumming.
And then I finished off the first singer on the gingerbread house too.Kind of.I admit – I took his first couple shots right in the face. But my skin desperately needed it. And I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think he’d have enough cum for both me and the house.
By the time he was done, the gingerbread house was dripping in pearly white cum.
“There,” I said to Ghostie. “Now it’ll stick together.”
He stared down at the cum dripping down my chin.
I licked my lower lip as I looked up at him. I loved when I made him jealous. Whenever I finally got to have sex again, he was going to fuck me so hard.
It looks like he was seconds away from grabbing me, throwing me down on top of the gingerbread house, and having his way with me. But he was very aware of my vow. Painfully aware. I bet his balls were so blue right now. And I hated that he might have a blue Christmas.
He grunted and walked away, abandoning the gingerbread house.
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” I stuck the walls together. But I still needed more for the chimneys and roof. And I assumed Ash was upstairs sleeping or something, so… “You three,” I saidto the guys as I got back on my knees. “Bring that mistletoe over here.”
They walked over, each carrying mistletoe over their head.
I sucked off the first two and let them explode on the gingerbread house. And then I turned to the beat boxer. He grabbed his waistband and let his pants fall to the floor.
