The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “But we have to talk,” she demanded. “And I mean seriously, Tucker, no clowning around.”

  “Absolutely not,” I said with a wry smile. “My lips are sealed, you do the talking, I’ll cook,” I mimed, zipping up my mouth and tossing the key before turning to the fridge and digging out a carton of eggs. Oh yeah, Tucker McGrath’s Famous Four Egg omelet was coming right up, with a load of bacon and ham, topped off with gooey cheddar and a dollop of sour cream. Fuck yeah, that’s what my baby needed to keep her curves lusciuos.

  And Laurie just sighed again.

  “Tucker,” she said slowly. “I need to know why you didn’t trust me. Why you felt like you had to hide your real identity.”

  I turned to her.

  “What do you mean?” I feigned innocence, “I didn’t hide anything, you could have googled me any time. There’s a ton of shit about me on the web. Most of it false,” I added, my brow knotting.

  And she glared at me again.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t,” she snorted. “I was the dumbest girl on earth and I trusted you. I thought you were who you said you were, Tucker McGrath, delivery man and nothing more.”

  I sighed. Laurie deserved a real answer, she was so precious to me, so amazing, and I owed it to her.

  “Hon, I trusted you, I’m just more of a ‘see how the land lies’ type of guy,” I explained slowly.

  A pause.

  “What does that mean?” she asked, tipping her head.

  I sighed again.

  “I guess it means seeing how the land lies before making a decision,” I replied, beating the eggs, the rhythmic tinkle of the fork in the bowl strangely soothing. “I’ve had a lot of bad experiences baby, and I want to see what a woman’s like before I commit, really put myself on the line.”

  Laurie blushed a little at the word “commit,” and I could understand why. We were entering into serious territory here with conversation about the future, about what we might be for the long-term. Of course we’d bantered in the past, joking, always playful, but this was the first time we were talking as two adults about our future, without my dick in her body in some way, shape or form. So I buckled down, really focusing.

  And the brunette was no one’s fool, tilting her head to the side and looking at me speculatively

  “But don’t you think you should have been honest with me from the get-go?” she asked. “I mean, it’s not exactly great if a relationship starts off based on a load of lies.”

  I sighed deeply. I could see what the girl was getting at, and she had a point. But I had a point too, and I wanted to find some way to compromise, find middle ground to settle on.

  “Baby of course,” I said slowly. “But I try not to see it as lies, it’s more omission.”

  “You mean lying by omission?” Laurie interjected quickly. Damn, this girl was sharp, exactly my type.

  “Sort of,” I conceded. “I didn’t want to tell you who I was and what I do for a living because I wanted to get to know you first. Is that so wrong?”

  The brunette paused for a moment.

  “But how could we get to know each other authentically if I didn’t have even basic facts about you?” asked Laurie, head cocked. “It’d be so fake, so misleading.”

  Shit, this girl deserved a Ph.D in psychology, she was psyching me out mentally on all fronts, winning the game before it even started.

  But I made another go of it.

  “Laurie, honey,” I said gently, “Please try to see it from my perspective. I’ve been hunted by women on all sides for twenty years now, and I’ve put up barriers. Just like you’ve put up barriers too,” I said, wandering into taboo territory.

  The girl paused again.

  “You mean, how I moved in with you in a week? Or how I slept with you within five minutes, when we didn’t even know each other’s names? Those barriers?” she said wryly.

  And I laughed because the brunette was right, but my point was that she had walls too, she didn’t put herself all out there from the get-go either.

  “Baby,” I began again, “the barriers you have are different from mine. Because of your divorce,” I said slowly, “you’re really sensitive to betrayal and guys misrepresenting themselves. So this … situation,” I stumbled a little, not sure what to call it, “hits you in an especially sore spot. I’m me, I’m Tucker, there’s just more to me than you realized.”

  And surprisingly, the brunette didn’t fly off the handle.

  “I know,” she said nodding. “I know I’m sensitive because my ex did a number on me, it was like I’d married a stranger. So yeah, I didn’t want to make the same mistake again, and when it turned out you were different from what you portrayed, I was angry,” she said with a deep exhale.

  “Angry?” I asked, eyebrows raised, my hand stilling for a moment on the frying pan. “More like a murderous rage.”

  “Okay, really angry,” she corrected ruefully. “I lost my shit, I admit it. And Tucker,” she said quietly, “I’m sorry I made such a scene, I’m sorry I showed up at NYC Concierge and embarrassed you in front of your staff.”

  I thought about torturing the brunette a bit, making her writhe, but the girl looked so genuine and remorseful, that I took pity. Besides, I loved Laurie and only wanted her to be happy, to see those lips smile once again, to see her eyes sparkle.

  “Honey, there was nothing better than you coming to the office today, filled with fire, life, so beautiful, spitting epithets with that sweet mouth. All I wanted to do was let everyone know that you were mine,” I said seriously, putting the pan down. Who gave a fuck about omelets? I just wanted this woman to know how much I loved her, how much I adored everything about her.

  And Laurie looked up again, her eyes meeting mine, hopeful, soft.

  “Really?” she asked quietly. “I didn’t humiliate you, didn’t make you hate me?”

  And I stroked her cheek then, that softness velvety under the rough tips of my fingers.

  “Baby, the opposite,” I murmured against her mouth. “I was thinking of making it permanent.”

  And she closed her eyes, leaning into me, lightly licking my lips with her tongue.

  “You mean, moving back in together, both of us on the lease, me giving up my old apartment, that kind of permanent?”

  And I chuckled then, growling deep in my throat.

  “No honey, not that kind. This kind,” I said, removing the velvet box from my pocket. “Look baby, open your eyes and look.”

  Because Laurie was under my spell already, I could see the fire in her eyes, the deep burn within, how much she wanted it, her body soft and ready against mine. But first, there was the important business of getting engaged.

  And languidly, the brunette opened her eyes to look at my gift, not understanding at first, her gaze dazed, her movements still slow. Because I’d popped open the lid to reveal the sparkler and it was blinding under the kitchen lights, the facets throwing dazzling rays everywhere, overwhelming in its brilliance.

  “Tucker, is it …?” she whispered, almost not breathing.

  “It is,” I confirmed, dropping a kiss on her nose.

  And what do you know, the ring fit perfectly, sliding onto her finger like it belonged there. Because it did. I’ve found my virgin, found a gorgeous, sassy, sexy woman, and Laurie was my everything … and always will be.

  EPILOGUE

  Tucker

  A year later …

  Speaking of the ring being a perfect fit for Laurie’s finger, there was another part of the woman that was a perfect fit as well. That’s right, her cunt. That sweet pussy was a perfect fit for my cock, and I planned on wrapping it around my massive shaft oh, about fifty million times in the next fifty years.

  And our sex life this past year has only gotten more raunchy, more rancid. Because the brunette’s my little fuckdoll, my little cunt slut who lets me do whatever I want to her body, twisting her, bending her over, making her take it every which way however I see fit.

  And she was bent ov
er right now over our wooden bureau, the mahogany filled to the brim with a slew of her clothes. Oh fuck yeah, I’ve made my little girl buy herself a whole new wardrobe, a whole new set of outfits given that she’s a gorgeous size sixteen now, curves busting out everywhere, those huge tits pressed against the wood as I teased my dickhead along her soft lips from behind, running my glans up and down her slit, wetting it with my pre-cum.

  “Oh god Tucker,” she moaned, eyes closed. “Oh god, put it in me, put it in me,” she begged, her forehead dropping to rest against the wood, hands scrabbling at the hard surface, coming up empty with nothing to grip. Her hips twisted instinctively, that big ass bouncing up and down as she tried to grab my dick with her cunt, suck me in like a vacuum.

  And I chuckled deep in my chest. I love how Laurie fucks, how her pussy is so hungry all the time, like a human hoover, pulling me in, dragging me with an invisible magnetic force because she can’t get enough.

  But I’m a dirty fuck with my mind in the gutter, and I was playing with the brunette tonight. I grabbed a fistful of that curly brown hair, dragging her head back, exposing her swan neck, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.

  “Baby,” I hissed. “Tonight, I’m putting it in your ass dry.”

  And she shrieked then, trying to squirm away, her body heaving, panting, her nips growing even tighter, a gush of wet cream hitting my dick, splashing it with her goodness. I groaned, grinding my hips against her swollen cunt, those huge ass cheeks jiggling as my penis ran through her thighs, the creamy, thick flesh rubbing me, my pre-cum smearing onto those sweet, full ham hocks.

  “Yeah baby,” I ground out again. “Feel that? I’m wiping my dick off on your legs because it’s going into that tiny anus without a drop of lube on it. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it, I promise.”

  But Laurie was almost hysterical now.

  “Please no!” she begged, trying to turn her head to look at me, her chin trembling, eyes filled with fear … and excitement. “Please, my ass is so small, you’ll ruin me, you’ll tear me apart,” she pleaded.

  I growled.

  “That’s my point exactly,” I said with a hiss. “That ass is mine to own, to trash, to use however I see fit.”

  “Oh god,” she moaned, giving up, dropping her forehead to the bureau surface once again. “Oh god, please be gentle with me.”

  And I laughed deep in my throat, reaching down to grab my dickhead and rub it against her anus, that coffee-colored pucker so tempting, so aromatic. Because of course I’ve been in there a million times now, but I’d always lubed up first using my pre-cum, her vaginal juices, or a mixture of both. But this time, it was going to be a fuckin’ dry run and I watched with delight as her anus winked and clenched, anticipating my thrust with agony, the feel of my huge cock up her back hole raw with no mercy.

  I almost did it. I almost did it, pummeled my best girl in the ass without any lube, tearing up that sweet hole, wrecking it completely. But at the last second, I pointed my dick at her sopping wet puss instead and rammed in, that sweet flesh cushioning me, holding me tight, tiny and oh so wet.

  “Mmmm!” Laurie whined, throwing her head back so far she almost cracked her neck. “Oh god!”

  And I growled as well. I love my baby girl and as much as I wanted to see her limping around afterwards, her asshole sore, I loved her too much to do it without lube … this time. It’s not that we’re not going to do the nasty, it’s that I want her to tell me when she’s ready, when she’s ready to sit herself down on my dick dry, hump me with her tiny anal hole without a slick of lube on my cock.

  So yeah, it was gonna happen but not today. For now, I was pounding her pussy instead and the way Laurie was bucking and screaming, the way her cunt was so tight, resisting me, forcing me to push her down, force her hips up against the bureau so that I could fuck harder, my hips slapping against that huge ass with wet smacks, my dick angry, pulsing and so fucking hard with each drive, made me realize that Laurie probably wasn’t going to be able to walk for two days anyways, her pussy would be so sore, so achy.

  And it drove me into a fury again. I fucked her again and again, the wet slapping sounds obscene, her lips stretched so tight around my fuckpole while she creamed wetly, her juices streaming like a river, coating my dick and balls.

  “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” she screamed, giving it up, a liquid gush of warmth spilling out from her cunt hole, smearing everything in sight, my groin, my dick, dripping with warmth down her thighs.

  And watching her pussy twitch and spasm while simultaneously feeling it on my pole forced me over the edge as well. A tidal wave built in my balls, rising high and tight, my chest and abs hard, my dick even harder. And with a roar and a massive, “OH SHIT!” I came like a volcano into my little girl, erupting with ream after ream of hot white, shooting my seed deep into that hot pussy, spurting it up against her cervix.

  And I stroked her as we came together, her heavy haunches slick and smooth with a sheen of sweat, trembling and jiggling while a long orgasm convulsed all throughout her body, making her cream and moan deliriously, her face pressed into the wood. With satisfaction, I watched as her cunt clenched and clamped on my dick, the pink lips swollen and wet, flexing and twitching.

  “Oh yeah, baby girl, fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Keep coming, open up your cervix so that my sperm swims right into you, fuck, keep it up.”

  Because you know what? We’ve decided we want to try for a baby. It’s only right, Laurie’s so fertile, so sweet, so giving and sassy, she’d make a great mother. And what’s to hold us back? The two of us are in love, we’re committed to one another, and as cheesy as this sounds, cherish each other, our bodies, our minds, our words rekindling our love with each day, each night, every word and every gasp. And although we were married at City Hall a year ago, we’re gonna celebrate with a huge wedding next week. I want to show my best girl off to everyone I know, my friends, family, even my staff at NYC Concierge whose introduction was so volcanic, so dramatic.

  Because Laurie’s my one and only. This sweet brunette, whom I delivered shampoo to, has become much more than a customer. She’s my life, my wife, my dream, my everything. And fuck … but she’s the one who’s delivered me.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Because two men is better than one.

  When Brent Larson took me in, I was a lost teenage girl with nowhere to go. The alpha male was the perfect guardian, tall, dominant and assertive.

  But the problem was that Jason lived in the trailer park too.

  And Jason was charming and funny, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

  So I couldn’t choose. It was too difficult.

  And I ended up with both men.

  Do you think I’m lost and lonely still?

  Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth?

  DEDICATION

  For those ladies who agree that two is better than one.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Katy

  Please don’t think I’m trashy.

  Please don’t judge me.

  I live in a trailer park, but life is so much more complicated than that. Because things happen unexpectedly and my story is one for the ages, I admit.

  It started when I moved into Brent Larson’s home, my own having no heat or electricity.

  “Hey,” I murmured as Brent strode in the doo
r after work one day. I stood at the sink, finishing up some dishes, and it was all very homey, very comfortable. Besides, I could tell the big man was tired. I could see it in his eyes, the faint lines of weariness bracketing his clear blue gaze, the deep breaths as his wide chest inhaled. But he never failed to shoot a smile my way.

  “Hey there baby,” he said with a lazy grin, putting his lunchbox on the table. Brent was an ironworker with the local union and had the body to prove it, all sculpted muscle, tall, thick and perfectly proportioned. “How’s your day been, little girl?”

  I melted a little inside although I tried not to show it. I could literally smell him in the kitchen, the clean scent of honest sweat, all man, musky and tantalizing, and it made my insides tremble, my interior drip.

  “Not bad,” I whispered, then cleared my throat awkwardly. “Not bad,” I said a little louder, trying to act normal despite the fact that my cheeks were flushing pink. Oh god, how could this be happening? This was my guardian for crying out loud, the man who’d looked over me for the last year, giving me a place to live. And yet here I was creaming a little, blushing in his presence.

  But my life has been crazy lately, so maybe all the excitement put me over the edge. Because, you see, I have an insane mom. And I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I mean it in the medical sense. We live in a trailer park, the mobile homes so close to one another that everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my mom, Tina, is pretty hard to miss. She’s been a mess for as long as I can remember, sobbing uncontrollably at nothing, keeping pet rabbits in our home despite the fact that we had about one hundred and fifty square feet between the two of us, not brushing her hair so that it stuck straight up, her make-up garish like a clown.