Page 3 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

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. And holy 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.

“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 I needed to 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.

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 said to 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.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

It was even bigger than the first singer. Ash had chosen well. It was too bad for her that she’d gone upstairs and missed out on part of her Christmas present.

“Looks like you saved the best for last,” said the beat boxer.

I shrugged. “It’s a shame that the gingerbread house is already all stuck together.” I gestured to the completed house.

“Then I’ll just cum all over your pretty face. You don’t want to be cursed by the mistletoe, do you?” He glanced up at the mistletoe dangling over his head and back down at his cock. “Or are you scared that it’s too big for you?”

“Boy, please.” I grabbed his cock and jammed the entire thing down my throat. And he took that as an invitation to grab my hair and fuck my face. God, I wished he was doing that to my pussy.

But I was celibate. So he couldn’t.

He lasted a while, but eventually I made him explode all over the top of the gingerbread house. It wasn’t necessary to hold it together, but it actually gave it a nice frosted finish.

“Thanks, boys,” I said as I stepped back and admired my handiwork, licking my fingers clean. God, there was nothing I loved more about Christmas than the classic combination of sweets and skeets. Ash was going to fucking love this.

I grabbed it off the table and carried it up to our dorm room.

But when I got there, Ash was missing.

Oh fuck.

My father had said Crazy Isabella hadn’t made any moves yet.

Was kidnapping Ash her first move?