The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But Grayson wasn’t done yet. Because the man knows how to work a female body and slowly, one hand began teasing my nub. My clit can get huge when I’m aroused, and now was no exception. Two inches long, it stood up straight, waving, practically begging Grayson to play.

  “Mmm, my dirty baby likes having her cunt stroked, doesn’t she?” he growled deep in my ear. “Dirty whores have dirty cunts.”

  The words made me shiver deliciously.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, yes, I’m Daddy’s dirty whore.”

  The big man shifted beneath me, that arousal still poking my ass. But he wasn’t done yet. Pinching my nub, he made me squeal before settling into a deep, sensuous rub.

  “Mmm,” he began again. “Baby likes getting her clit rubbed, doesn’t she? Baby’s a whore who likes getting her slutty cunt rubbed.”

  I could only agree, it felt so good.

  “Oh yes,” I panted, boobies heaving, letting him touch wherever, my pussy now gushing juices coating his palm. “Oh yes, Daddy, please rub my cunt. Fuck it, Daddy, fuck it please.”

  And my wish was his command. Because slowly, he pulled my torso upwards until that big shaft popped out from between my thighs.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed. “Oh my god!”

  It was obscene. Sitting in Grayson’s lap, I faced forwards with my legs spread, the man angled below me so that his cock popped out from between my thighs. The fit was so snug that the base of my pussy literally pressed against that hard shaft, juices dripping onto his rod.

  “Oh!” I cried out again. Oh my god, my pussy lips split so that they hugged his shaft on each side, it was so wrong.

  But Grayson doesn’t take no for an answer because he merely chuckled in my ear.

  “That’s right,” he rasped. “It’s a dirty camel toe, your pussy’s creaming all over my dick length-wise. And guess what sweet thing? All ten inches is going into your tightness.”

  I juiced again, the cream running from my hole in a gush. Because this was so wrong. I was getting paid to have sex, and not only that, but it was actually my first time. But I wanted it, and wriggling a bit, I humped my hips desperately, making him chuckle again.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, put it in.”

  Grayson went for it then. Reaching down, he angled his cock so that the tip just kissed my hole.

  “Sit down baby girl,” he commanded roughly. “Sit down on Daddy’s dick, let that little cunt get fucked.”

  I mewled. This was gonna be hard for sure. This was a porn star pose, for advanced sexperts. But I couldn’t let on that I was a newbie because he’d stop and this fantasy would be over. So I lifted my hips, spreading my legs even wider, and pressed experimentally down on that hard cock. Ooooh, it felt good, my lips parting slightly to spread wetly over the tip.

  “Like this Daddy?” I panted. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” he growled. “Now just hold it right there and I’m gonna …”

  But Grayson’s voice broke off because his dick slipped in a few inches then and oh shit, it felt good. His cocktip split my pussy and I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes falling closed.

  “Ohhh!” I squealed. “Ohhh!”

  Because it felt amazing. Stretched wide, I gushed again, wetting the ride.

  “Oh yes Daddy!” I cried out again, holding perfectly still with his dick halfway embedded inside. “Oh yes!”

  This time, Grayson didn’t hesitate. He began feeding his cock into my cunt steadily, edging the pole upwards slowly, squeezing into that tight space. I bucked a little, unable to help myself.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, eyes closed, head lolling back and forth. Oh god, I was being fucked for the first time and it felt so good. Oh god, oh god.

  But Grayson is a pro, he knows how to stretch a pussy, so slowly, he angled his hips upwards again, pressing into my sensitive spot.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out. “So fucking small.”

  I mewled wordlessly, everything on fire, unable to concentrate on anything but that huge snake making its way inside. How did women do this? The fullness was unbearable, like I was being crammed to the max, no space for air. Taking deep breaths, I willed myself to open more, to embrace his cock.

  And the big man sensed my struggle.

  “Calm, little girl,” he soothed. “Relax and it’ll go in easier. Your pussy is so fucking tight, but it’s fantas..... unnnh,” he grunted mid-sentence in surprise.

  Because the unthinkable had happened. Grayson’s glans had just pushed against my secret, the barrier to my virginity. Yeah, here I was seated in a strange man’s lap, buried on his dick, and unfortunately, he’d just found out that it was my first time.

  “What the fuck?” he grunted, panting heavily behind me. “What the fuck Kitty?”

  It hardly seemed the time for a conversation, so I begged.

  “Please,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop, Grayson, it feels so good.”

  That cock twitched in me, spurting a little, and I moaned again, wriggling my hips, trying to get him in deeper. This was the man I wanted and if he stopped I would die.

  But Grayson’s arms were like steel bands around my waist, holding me still.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he rasped into my ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

  “Because you wouldn’t want me!” I cried out, almost sobbing now in a combination of ecstasy and desperation. Oh god, if the man didn’t keep going, I wasn’t sure what I’d do. I needed that dick, I needed him hard, hot and heavy inside, only him. So I tried again, humping my hips, trying to get him further inside.

  “Please Grayson,” I begged. “Please, please, ahhhh!”

  And he gave in. The billionaire answered my wishes and with one swift thrust, that cock burst through my hymen, the little piece of tissue gone forever.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out. “Ohhhh!”

  It was unbelievable in every way. My pussy was on fire, his shaft so big and thick, owning my very soul. Squirming like a pig on a stick, I mewled again, slutty cunt so fucked.

  But Grayson’s a pro with women. His big hands caressed my thighs, deep voice murmuring in my ear.

  “Still,” he soothed. “Hold still and it gets better I promise.”

  I squirmed again.

  “Unnh!”

  But the big man wouldn’t let up. His cock was stuck deep inside, and he wasn’t pulling out.

  “Relax,” he growled again, hands moving sensuously up to my waist this time. “Relax, relax.”

  And slowly, my pussy stopped burning. It was still uncomfortable down there, still so tight, but a different type of tingling started up, hot and sensuous.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned again. “Mmm,” I murmured, rocking my hips.

  “That’s it,” he rasped. “That’s it, go with it, baby, go with it.”

  The billionaire held still as I moved a bit, letting that cock stir my insides. Shit, it was unbelievable, a man deep within, giving me an internal massage. It still hurt a little, for sure, but that was dissipating with every second.

  And like he could read my mind, the big man rasped in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

  With that, the alpha pulled back and then pushed deep, making me squeal.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, hips rolling, head falling back. “Unnnh!”

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he panted, pulling out again this time before pushing back in. “That’s right, ride Daddy’s cock, ride it slow, take your time.”

  And slowly we began moving in unison, our bodies rolling as his dick went in, and then out. I moaned lustily as the pressure increased, his fuckpole picking up tempo. Oh god, why hadn’t anyone ever told me it felt so good? I figured the screams in porn were fake, the agonized expressions were just acting. But this was different. This was the real thing and oh my god, but it was beyond my wildest dreams.

  Gray didn’t let up either, his big body owning me, commanding me, drilling me hard. Within mi
nutes, we were going at it non-stop, the pounding heavy and sensuous, my pussy sucking him in deep with each stroke.

  “Aw fuck I knew you were slutty,” he ground out into my ear, arms holding me tight as his hips jerked up and down, drilling me again and again. “That slutty cunt’s got dog.”

  What the hell was “dog”? I couldn’t ask at the moment because every ounce of my body was focused on where we were joined, his hot pole sliding in and out, my soft flesh quivering and tight. It was so dirty and nasty, the way he drilled me from below, and I gave in like an inexperienced virgin then. Crying out with release, my pussy spasmed once, twice, hard, clamping down like a vise.

  “Ahhh!” came my scream. “Ohhhh Gray!”

  “Fuck!” the billionaire roared, dick jerking in me. And unbelievably, hot juices began pouring out, filling my vag to the brim. Oh god, there was a man coming in me, a huge, powerful alpha releasing within my precious inner chamber, pumping me full of sperm. His dick jerked again and again, the veins pulsing and I screamed my own ecstasy as hot white sprayed all over my interior canal.

  “FUCK!” Grayson roared again, jaw clenched and eyes shut as he held me tight, pole pulsing into my tiny channel. “Fuck!”

  And at that very moment, the door snicked open, a woman’s voice interrupting

  “Gray,” came the dulcet tones. My eyes grew round. Holy smokes, this was unreal, and I could only imagine what she saw. Me, totally nude breasts bouncing, legs spread while impaled on a huge man’s dick as he pumped me full of baby batter. And the worst part was that my pussy was still milking him, clenching and unclenching on that hard pole, draining him of every last drop.

  And Grayson was taken by surprise too. His arms clenched around my torso, partly in surprise but partly in ecstasy. Oh yeah, the billionaire had lost it, his hot cock buried inside and there was no way to keep the sperm from flying.

  But Mr. Channing works fast. Because as I began to squirm, trying to get off his lap, those strong arms held me tight. I couldn’t move one inch, legs wide open as he continued to pump inside for the woman to see. It must have been so disgusting, that massive pole buried deep in my wet folds, juices dripping everywhere.

  But it got worse because Grayson spoke then.

  “Ma,” the big man rasped in back of me. “Meet my new fiancée, Kitty.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Grayson

  I admit, this isn’t the ideal way to introduce your fiancée to your mother. But hey, I roll with the punches, and so what if my mom caught us having sex? This is what engaged people do.

  Kitty went still in my arms with shock, mouth hanging open, so I pressed the opportunity.

  “Mom,” I ground out, “Would you give us a minute? You’ve caught us at a bad time,” I managed roughly as another spurt of sperm blasted from my dick, spraying the girl again. Shit, there was so much, I’ve never had this much man milk before. But chalk it up to the girl, I’ve also never met a female so delectable, round, juicy and ripe.

  And Rhonda, to her credit, didn’t even blink an eye. My mom fixed me with a blue glare that resembled my own, and turned away, sniffing.

  “Five minutes Grayson,” she warned. “Five minutes.”

  I nodded as the door clicked shut. And then my new fiancée sprang into motion, pulling off my dick. Oh shit, it looked delicious, reemerging from her pulsing insides, huge and wet, dripping with a mix of her juices and my cum. And shit, but there was a streak of red on the side, proof of the girl’s innocence. A virgin? Fuck yeah, she was just right to be my fiancée.

  But Kitty wasn’t having it.

  “What?” Kitty cried out, those plump curves shaking. “What in the world?”

  I didn’t answer at first, sitting back to admire the girl before me. Because she was absolutely perfect. A generous, curvy figure beckoned with lush Double Ds and a tiny waist that curved into wide hips. God, those were childbearing hips, perfect for a wife.

  But even better was the plush pussy below. Oh yeah, I’d plowed it, and the lips were dark pink now, puffy from use. Not only that but a telltale drip of semen leaked out then, coating her private parts before dripping down one plump thigh.

  “What?” cried Kitty again, lush body swaying. Did she even know how good she looked? “What in the world is going on?” the female demanded again.

  I leaned back on the couch, both arms draped casually over the back. Fuck yeah, I was naked, huge pole lying heavy and wet against my thigh, but did I care? Naw, I’m comfortable with nudity, I’ve got the body of an Adonis and women always like to look. So I grinned at her, yawning a bit.

  “What do you think is going on?”

  “That was your mom?” she squealed, boobs jiggling, outraged. “Your mom just burst in on us having sex?”

  I chuckled.

  “It’s not the first time,” I rumbled. “My mom’s burst in on me before, believe it or not.”

  That made Kitty stop, just staring while biting her lip. Because yeah, I’ve been getting it on with women since I was fifteen, and my first time had been with Vivian and Mary in my childhood bedroom. It’d been amazing until my mom opened the door unexpectedly, interrupting as I pounded two sweet teen pussies.

  So yeah, Rhonda’s not exactly shocked when she catches me doing the nasty. After all, I’m forty-five now and unmarried, a hotel magnate with women salivating over my body. So why not indulge? Why not take hot pussy if it’s offered? It feels good and it’s not like there are any commitments. Sex is sex and I make it clear to the women that’s all that’s on the table.

  But Katie wasn’t listening. She grabbed her dress and began pulling it on.

  “I can’t believe this happened,” the brunette panted, brown curls flying everywhere. “I can’t believe this happened.”

  I watched, amused. The uniform at the Club is nothing more than a purple tube dress, and on my sassy girl, it was about three sizes too small. Oh yeah, my baby was having a hard time getting into it, the top kept slipping off, showing her cream, or the hem kept popping up, revealing that wet slit.

  “I think you need a different dress,” I remarked lazily. “This one is a little small.”

  Kitty whirled on me then.

  “Your goons gave it to me to wear!” she cried. “People who work for you said I had to put it on!”

  I chuckled, leaning back on the couch, dick still out, heavy and thick against my thigh. Fuck, she’d pumped me good, the pole was slick with a mix of our juices, a few last drops of sperm oozing out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, or so much. But right, the dress. Right now, Kitty was concerned about her dress.

  “That’s true because the girls get better tips if they wear practically nothing,” I remarked, stretching lazily now. “Show a little boob, wiggle that ass and the money comes raining down. Speaking of which, what about the cash?” I nodded to the bills on the table.

  Kitty jerked, like she’d forgotten about the money.

  “What about it?” she panted, still struggling to get into that dress. “It’s mine isn’t it? I da- danced for you,” she choked, “so it’s mine.”

  I laughed again, a deep, dark chuckle.

  “That’s right baby girl, it’s yours,” I ground out. “Every cent of that is yours. But how about if I make you a deal?”

  The brunette shook her head wildly even as she scooped up the bills.

  “No, absolutely not,” the girl replied. “Every deal with you goes crazy. I mean, what was that about? Fiancée? That woman was your mom?”

  I nodded lazily, although suddenly, every sense was on alert.

  “Yeah, that was Rhonda at the door, mother dearest. Don’t worry about her,” I said smoothly. “Trust me, she’s seen a lot worse.”

  Again, I thought about the time years ago when mom caught me in a threeway, one girl’s pussy on my mouth as I dicked another woman in the ass. But that wasn’t gonna get us anywhere, so I tried again.

  “Like I said, baby girl, let’s make a deal.”

 
But Kitty was stuffing the money into her purse now, lips trembling.

  “No absolutely not,” she huffed. “I’m not making a deal with you. Absolutely not.”

  Okay, it was time to pull out the big guns then.

  “Seems like you need that cash a lot, pretty baby,” I remarked idly. “With the way you’re cramming it into your purse, it’s practically manna from heaven.”

  The brunette stopped then, jerking her eyes up to me.

  “Don’t be mean,” she said in a low voice, chin trembling now. “Don’t be mean. So what if I need money? Not everyone is like you, Mr. Hotel Billionaire,” she choked, looking down then.

  And oh shit, were those tears in her eyes? Had I really hurt my baby girl? Aww, shit, what a motherfucker.

  “Baby, don’t cry,” I rumbled soothingly. I wanted to take her in my arms but any touch right now was likely to set the brunette off. “All I’m saying is that if you need money, then you’re in the right place. Because I’ve got a lot of it.”

  But Kitty was on a roll now. She didn’t look at me, instead swinging her purse over her arm.

  “Where are my shoes?” she gasped. “Where did I leave my shoes?” she almost panted, glancing around the office desperately.

  I could see one sky-high stiletto peeking out from under the couch, but nudged it back with my foot. I wanted to talk with her a little, to get her on my side.

  “Like I said,” I rumbled again. “Seems like you need cash. You just banged a man for fifteen grand, aren’t too many girls on the Strip who’d do that.”

  Of course, it was a lie. There are a ton of sluts in Vegas who’d give it up for a lot less than fifteen grand. Heck, you could get a blow job just five minutes away from here for a measly thirty bucks, but Kitty didn’t have to know, she was an innocent.

  And the brunette shook her head again, tears in her eyes.

  “No, I’m not having anything to do with you,” she said, voice slightly trembling. “Now where are my shoes? Help me find my shoes.”

  But I wasn’t about to let her go so easily. I shrugged my shoulders, the picture of relaxation even if my heart pumped like a madman in my chest. Everything hung on this girl.