The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “FUUUUUCK!” he roared, not caring if people outside heard. Hopefully there was no one around and the hallways were deserted. “Fuuuuck!” he ground out again, the sperm spurting down my throat in great gusts, lash after lash of hot white shooting down to my stomach, filling me up with the most amazing liquid I’d ever tasted, salty, sweet, and oh so delicious. And as his dick bucked and twitched inside of me, the most amazing thing happened. I came. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a virgin and this was the dirtiest scenario I’ve ever been in, or if because Mr. Phillips was so sexy, so arresting that it drove me over the edge, but I orgasmed right there, on my knees at his feet with his cock in my mouth.

  “Uummmph!” I squealed as the tremors overtook me, my little body shaking, my boobs heaving up and down as my pussy clenched. “Ummph! Umpph!” I screamed through the piece of man meat in my mouth.

  And the big man’s eyes popped open. Was it true? Was I really coming just from having his dick in my mouth? But the brain is the body’s most sensitive organ and the sensuousness of the situation coupled with my naiveté made it happen. My pussy was on fire, clenching and spasming, wishing for a dick inside while my breasts bobbled up and down as I rode the roller coaster of lust to an amazing climax. I shivered, shook, my cunt pulsing, creaming hard, leaving a wet spot on the floor of the classroom, a pool of my female nectar.

  And after we both calmed, I took a deep breath through my nose, squeezing his balls with soft fingers as the big man withdrew from my mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, watching with avid eyes as the mighty pole exited from my pink lips, inch after inch of glossy meat reappearing, still big, still semi-hard.

  And I gasped once he was out, choking slightly, hacking a little.

  “Oh god,” I coughed, “oh god.”

  The big man was next to me in a flash, crouched on the ground.

  “You okay little girl?” he stroked my cheek, then my haunches, running his big fingers over the smooth ivory.

  And I shot him a smile, my mouth dry.

  “You- you’re … really … big,” I whispered, my throat still sore, my lips cracked and stretched after the exercise they’d gotten.

  And the alpha male just dropped a kiss on my shoulder before standing, his dick dripping, not bothering to hide the evidence of his lust.

  “I know,” he grinned at me. “Ready to go again?”

  And despite the soreness, the achiness, I felt a tingle start up in my pussy … because I wanted Mr. Phillips, bad.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Stone

  There’s nothing so good as seeing a girl well fucked, sated and well-fed at your feet. Because that’s what Evie was. Her curves glistened under the light, her breasts rising and falling with short pants as she wiped at her lips, the remnants of cum leaving a faint smear on her chin and cheek, the sperm that had escaped.

  And I’d never seen someone so astonishingly beautiful. The brunette was sweet yet wicked at once, tantalizing with that good girl image but fuck! She’d just gotten naked in a darkened classroom and sucked my dick, obediently getting on her knees and draining me of every last drop, milking me until there was nothing left to give.

  And the amazing thing was that she’d come too. I hadn’t touched her, hadn’t petted her kitty, hadn’t stroked those beautiful breasts, hadn’t slipped my tongue into her ass. The only part of us melded together had been my cock in her mouth, and it’d been enough to make her orgasm, the excitement of a mouthful of man meat, the headiness of incredible oral enough to drive her over the edge.

  And it’d been an amazing sight, the little brunette coming with my dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling up in her head, her body seizing and trembling as her cunt gave it up, that little snatch pulsing, her nips beating with the arousal. And it just made me spurt more, each pump of sperm longer and harder than the one before, pushing all of my semen into her body, the essence of man dripping down her throat.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet. Oh no, the image of the kumquat danced before me and I rolled the little fruit in my fingers now.

  “Want a taste?” I rumbled deeply, not bothering to put my cock back in my pants.

  The girl stood up, wobbling in her heels, completely nude and god, I was stiff again just looking at her. Those big boobies, the narrow waist, and the wetly dripping cunt … I couldn’t help it.

  But I wanted to leave her with something to remember, something to play with. So I beckoned for her to come closer.

  And the girl wobbled towards me, still unsteady from her orgasm like a newborn colt.

  “Mr. Phillips?” she sighed breathily. I took a hand in each of mine and put those little fingers gently on my shoulders for balance. It seemed to help, Evie was a little steadier and that was good because I was about to bring her in for another wild ride.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, I reached two fingers down to lightly tease her pussy lips, massaging her puffy labia, dipping slightly between the glossy folds, her swollen flesh hot and steamy. She writhed and moaned, tossing her head back, eyes closed.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured. “Let me see.”

  And with two fingers, I pulled her pussy lips back to gaze at her snatch, that beautiful interior channel on display. The brunette was bright pink on the insides, sopping wet and glistening, and my mouth watered at the sight, her hole dripping with juices, her clit standing straight up and begging for a kiss.

  So I did. I dipped my head and pressed a kiss to her clit, lightly brushing my lips over that sensitive nub, the bundle of nerves so sensitive and tasty. And Evie immediately screamed, throwing her head back, her legs turning to jelly and practically collapsing. Fortunately I caught her before it happened, bringing the brunette up against my big chest and cradling her in my arms before placing her on my desk, helping her stretch out and get comfortable.

  “Let’s get rid of these,” I ground out and with one big sweep, a stack of papers was pushed through the floor. Fuck it, there were more important things than grading right now.

  And the girl writhed and sighed, nude and spread out on my desk, playing with her nips, one hand sliding down to rub her clit.

  “No, baby girl,” I reprimanded, pulling her small hand away, “that’s for me.”

  Because I’d pulled her hips to the edge of the desk so that her butt was perched right on the ledge, and spread her legs, holding those meaty thighs apart, her kitty wet and on full display. And without waiting a moment more, I dove in. I lapped that beautiful cunt, tasted her juice on my lips, drank her ambrosia, tracing every crevice, every curve with my tongue. And the girl creamed and gushed more, crying out my name.

  “Stone, Stone!” she gasped. “More!”

  And I was only too happy to oblige. I pulled her plush pussy lips apart with my fingers and angled my head for a deeper dive, pushing my tongue deep into her snatch, up that tight channel. And that’s when I felt it. My tongue flicked against a rubbery barrier in that pretty pussy, unbroken and whole, and completely unexpected.

  Pulling back immediately, I raised my head and shot the girl a stunned look.

  “Really?” I rasped. “Really?”

  And Evie knew exactly what had happened. Her knees slammed shut and her face colored, the blush spreading entrancingly over those beautiful breasts, her chin quivering.

  “Mr. Phillips,” she whispered. “I didn’t know … I didn’t know you could lick my hymen.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Evie

  My secret was out. My embarrassing, humiliating secret had been discovered in the most embarrassing, humiliating way. Because how many eighteen year old virgins exist? I was probably the only one alive, the only girl who’d never had her cherry popped.

  I dunno, I just never found the right guy, never found a man I wanted to be with. Like I said, until last year hardly any guys even noticed me, I was so boy-like and flat. And the few dates that I did go on were completely uninteresting, in fact they kind of turned me off the male sex. One guy had been li
ke a slavering dog, his kiss had drenched me in saliva and I was grossed out, it was so smelly and disgusting.

  And another guy had had a really high pitched voice, like an Oompa Loompa who’d inhaled helium for fun. I don’t mean to be crazy picky but it wasn’t my thing, and it crossed my mind that maybe he had some kind of hormonal disorder that I’d never heard of.

  So I stuck with my naughty books, staying up nights to read on my Kindle, a hand between my legs. Except the fantasies left me with an unfortunate problem – my virginity, which Mr. Phillips had just discovered.

  “I –I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought if I didn’t say anything, you’d ….” I couldn’t even finish, I was so miserable.

  “You thought I’d push my dick in and it’d be too late?” the big man ground out, his eyes never leaving my face, my body.

  I nodded miserably, ducking my head.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeated again, already reaching for my clothes. Suddenly I couldn’t get out of the biology classroom fast enough. I wanted to lock myself in the women’s restroom and cry silently, let the tears stream hotly down my cheeks in privacy, my shoulders heaving with repressed sobs.

  Besides, I was sure Stone was going to kick me out anyways. Scratch that. My teacher would laugh in my face first and then kick me out, incredulous that there was actually a virgin in our midst, a girl untouched and unwanted.

  So I struggled into my panties, eyes brimming with tears when I felt a big hand on my waist.

  “Where are you going?” a deep voice rumbled.

  I didn’t look up. Better to get out of there before I burst into tears, a waterfall of sobs.

  “Back to class,” I mumbled. “Gotta swing by my locker, pick up some stuff, gotta get to Math,” I babbled, incoherent, choking a little.

  But big, warm hands literally picked me up by the waist, taking me by surprise, and gently maneuvered me into his lap, his thighs warm and hard against my ass, strong arms surrounding me, cradling me.

  “Now why would you do that?” Stone nuzzled against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “What’s the rush?”

  “It’s lunch,” I babbled again, although I was as still as a doe under his touch. “I have to get ready for next period.”

  Stone chuckled against my hot skin.

  “There’s still twenty minutes before next period,” he murmured, “and you taste so sweet,” he rumbled, licking up my neck.

  I shivered involuntarily then, sighing a bit, gasping, his touch like magic.

  “But … but …” I hesitated.

  “But you thought I wouldn’t want you because you’re a virgin?” he said, finishing my thoughts, tracing his tongue around my ear now, caressing the soft shell.

  And I nodded wordlessly, hope rising in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Phillips wouldn’t hold it against me. Maybe he could forgive me, look around the fact that I was untested, untouched.

  And Stone merely chuckled as if reading my mind.

  “Baby,” he said soothingly, one hand now caressing a breast, squeezing the soft flesh, weighing it in his palm. “There’s nothing more exciting to me than knowing you’re a virgin. Knowing that no man’s ever touched you before, that I’m going to be the first … and maybe the only,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

  The knowledge surged through me like a wave. Stone liked the fact that I was a virgin? That no man had touched me in my private parts, that no man had ever run his dick into my sweet, wet cunt? It made me shiver, suddenly uncontrollably happy, beaming with light. I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Mr. Phillips,” I said seriously, looking deep into those blue eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with it, that you’re my first, I mean?” I asked, still tentative. “I understand if you don’t want to be, a lot of people don’t want to be the first.”

  And the big man just chuckled deep in his throat.

  “I get it,” he rasped. “Taking a virgin is a big responsibility, but honey I’d be honored. I want to, in fact I need to, and besides, it’s too late now,” he said.

  I shook my head, confused.

  “Too late?” I asked. “Why? You haven’t put it in me yet, my hymen’s still unbroken.”

  And the big man just pulled me in close for a deep kiss, one that touched my soul, made me shiver, tremble and shake with currents of feeling.

  “No honey,” he breathed against my mouth. “It’s too late because I’ve already gone too far … I’m going to take you because I have to have you.”

  And I shivered then, my eyes wide. Because what he was saying sounded good to me. No, more than good, it lit a fire within, my cheeks growing hot, my body instantly ready, and I smiled at him, flushed and desperately eager.

  “Okay, when?” I murmured, eyes wide, and the big man just threw his head back and laughed, showing off that movie-star smile.

  “Soon, little girl, soon,” he assured, stroking my ass with a big hand, caressing those meaty curves, taking a handful of flesh and rolling it in his palm. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

  And I couldn’t wait … I couldn’t wait to feel him all over me, on me, over me and most importantly, in me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Stone

  The gasp that left her lips was breathy and enchanting.

  “You have to have me?” she breathed, eyes wide. I thought I might melt into those pools of caramel, she was so innocent yet so knowing at once. “What do you mean?”

  “All I mean baby,” I rumbled deep in my throat, a big hand stroking her gleaming haunches, rubbing that generous ass, “is that I’ve already tasted your hymen and I’m going to be the man that breaks it.”

  Evie immediately flushed, her body going hot in my arms, and damn but I loved it. I loved how she was so sensitive to my touch, my words, my everything, it made me feel ten miles tall.

  I nodded again, firm.

  “I’m gonna be your first, Evie,” I said simply. “So get ready baby girl.”

  And the brunette melted in my arms then, her soft flesh pressed against my hard chest, those big boobs dying for a kiss, a taste.

  “Now?” she breathed. “Mr. Phillips, there’s only twenty minutes until next class but I could skip,” she offered, a full-body flush running through her form, making her heat up in my arms.

  And I almost lost it then but forced myself to resist. Twenty minutes was nowhere near enough time, nothing close to what I had planned for the delectable little treat in front of me. I wanted to spread her out and ravish her for hours, so I slapped Evie’s bottom and let out a low growl.

  “Hell no,” I ground out. “I’m not going to have your first time be rushed and hasty, that’s no way to treat a virgin. I want you to love it baby, to eat it up, to come for ages and we don’t have enough time right now. After I’m done with you,” I added wickedly, “you’re going to be shaking for hours, little girl, hours,” I stressed.

  And Evie colored again, her breath coming faster, nips hardening even more. I swear I felt a gush through my pant leg, her pussy was creaming with so much anticipation for her first fuck.

  “When then? Tomorrow?” she breathed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly parted.

  And I laughed again, a deep rumble low in my throat.

  “Tomorrow,” I nodded. Hey, I needed to get in the little girl just as badly. “Meet me here after school and I’ll have it all planned,” I said smoothly, licking again up her neck, making her sigh and tremble.

  But the brunette couldn’t wait. She jumped off my lap and began struggling into her clothes, eyes bright, curls bouncing.

  “Oh my god, Mr. Phillips, this is gonna be amazing,” she said, all the while shooting me a sweet smile. “Should I bring anything? Condoms? Lube?”

  And I chuckled again. Trust my little A student to think of everything, to be prepared.

  “Naw, I got it,” I said casually. “But before you go …”

  And the girl paused, looking at me as she slipped
her skirt on.

  “What? What is it?” she asked breathily.

  And here, I opened my desk drawer, the metal screeching slightly on its wheels. I reached inside for a plastic baggie and pulled out a grape I’d packed the night before.

  “I want you to have something to remember me by,” I said smoothly. “Come here,” I beckoned.

  And wearing only her high heels and panties, her skirt dropping at her feet once more, the girl glided, as if mesmerized towards me, her eyes fixed on the grape.

  “Bend over,” I commanded.

  The brunette did as told, facing away from me, her ass in the air, those creamy orbs delicious, so smooth and silky that I almost lost my resolve, almost took her right then and there.

  But first things first. I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled the wet fabric to her side, baring that steamy cunt. Again, I almost lost my nuts and buried my face in her snatch, ready to dive into that female essence, the wet folds so tasty, so meaty, so right.

  But using iron control, I forced myself into action. With one finger I parted her pussy lips so that her vaginal passage was revealed, the little hole dripping and tight. With my other hand, I slipped the grape up her channel, pushing it in just an inch or two so that her lips closed snugly over the fruit.

  “Ohhh,” Evie moaned, eyes closed, head between her knees. “Ohhhh.”

  And I dropped a kiss on her ass then.

  “Sleep with it in you,” I commanded, my eyes ravenous. “I want to find it in you tomorrow, baby girl, it better be there still.”

  And with a last smack on her ass, I licked her pussy once as a good-bye, savoring the sweet taste of her cum … and as a preview of tomorrow.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Evie

  I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pound my body. Even though Stone hadn’t touched me, hadn’t pushed his dick in my pussy, my muscles still felt sore, I was achy in all the right places. Maybe it was because I’d come so hard, so fast, that my body felt used, needed a little time for recovery.