“Like this?” I whispered, shaking my rump at him. “Like this?”
Gray didn’t answer for a second, entranced by the sight of big white cheeks dancing.
“Exactly like that,” he rasped hoarsely. “Now part ‘em, baby girl, spread ‘em wide.”
With a sigh, I angled my knees apart, showing him my all. Because this was right. This was absolutely right. Giving the billionaire total access to my private parts, letting him do what he wanted with my creamy pussy and tight ass? Yes, this was my new life and it was right.
And Gray didn’t let me down. In one fell swoop, he licked my pussy again, making me shiver and cry out.
“Ahhh!” I squealed. “Ah, ah!”
Jolts of lightning shot through my cunt to my fingers and toes, electrifying my entire body, making me cream wetly.
“Ahh!” I cried out again.
But Gray wasn’t done, nowhere near close. He leaned forward once more and took a sip of my ass, kissing that rosebud, sampling the back door.
“Fuck you’re tasty,” he growled, inhaling deep. “Fuck you’re so tasty and sweet.”
I cried out again, pussy dripping like a faucet, unable to stop the run of fluids. And Gray took advantage of it. Coming up behind me, he rubbed his pole horizontally between my nether lips, lubing himself up, getting that fuckrod shiny and wet.
“Aww, shit,” he ground out. “Aw shit, let Daddy in honey, let Daddy play with that ass just a little.”
And with that, he pressed his dicktip against my hole. I’ve only had pussy sex once before, and that was just recently, so my opening was still tight, resisting him. But he was insistent and it felt so good that I loosened with a sigh, pussy spreading as he slid in.
“Ahhh,” we cried out together. “Unnnh.”
Oh god, it felt so fucking good to have that ten inch monster seated deep in my insides. It belonged there, in the recesses of my body, and I moaned again, cunt already beginning to spasm around him. I can’t help it. This is my man and having him in me, having that pole own me is the only way that I can breathe.
But Gray hadn’t forgotten his previous promise. Because he pulled out slowly, letting me enjoy that wet slide, and then leaned forward over my back, whispering into my ear.
“You ready, slutty baby? You ready to sit that ass on Daddy’s big dick?”
I moaned, shivering beneath him. His cock taunted me even now, bouncing wetly against my backside. But I’m Daddy’s big girl and nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I’m ready Daddy. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
He growled into my ear, breath hot on the back of my neck.
“I’m gonna sit back on my heels honey, and then you’re going to sit back too, and ease your butt down on my pole. You think you can do that? You think you can open your anus so that Daddy can get in?”
I gulped, frame shivering. But oh god, I wanted him. I wanted to feel that possession, that ownership, my rump stuck hard on his fuckrod.
So I nodded bravely.
“I can do it Daddy. I can do it.”
He chuckled darkly, pulling away so that his torso was upright, cock pointing stiffly in the air. It glistened with my juices, the aroma of hot, wet cunt heavy in the air.
“Come on baby girl,” he rasped hoarsely. “Come on, it’s time to party.”
And two big hands reached for my waist, helping me sit up. I pressed my back against his chest, luxuriating in the feel of a hard man behind me. God, he was so solid, muscular and broad, I felt positively tiny against that imposing build.
But oh god, there was an insistent stiffness pressed against my butt, the tip already slickly wet, pulsing with power. I had a job to do, and there was no point in waiting any longer.
So with Gray’s help, I spread my thighs wide, leaning forward and grasped his huge cock with my small hand. The stiff shaft was so massive I could hardly get my fingers around it, and I trembled again. Oh god, this was going in my butt? But it was too late to turn back, so I gripped it tight with small fingers and pointed the weapon at my anus.
“Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned. “Mmm.”
He grunted beneath me.
“Slow baby girl. Go slow.”
I shivered uncontrollably for a moment. His dicktip kissed my dark star, giving me a sample of what was to come, and incredibly, the pulsing hunger in my pussy started again. Because I belonged to him. I belonged to him, and whether he wanted to put that shaft in my mouth, pussy or ass, I had no choice.
So taking a deep breath, I aimed his weapon at my back door once more and took a deep breath. Oh god, oh god. It was really happening. I was gonna be buttfucked, I was gonna have a huge stick in my bottom.
But Gray soothed me. He kissed my neck and slipped big hands around to toy with my breasts, squeezing and loving the softness.
“Go as slow as you need, baby girl,” came the rasp in my ear. “Let it go slow.”
And the words did it. The kindness, the understanding for a girl about to breach her dark star for the first time, did me in. So taking one more deep breath, I went for it. Pressing downwards, my ass cheeks parted, squeezing him tight, squirming as that stiff pole wormed its way up into my bottom.
“Unh!” I cried out. “Oh!”
God, this was wrong. This was so wrong and yet so right. Because I had about a half-inch of his dick in my ass, the brown parting and yet not fully open. But it felt good, and my body wanted more.
So I took another deep breath and pressed down some more with my hips, welcoming him in deeper, letting that shaft slide another few inches. Oh god, it was going to tear me in two, this hard club was going to fill me up all the way until there was no room inside.
But Gray groaned behind me, balls tight, dick stiff and aroused, thighs straining.
“Hurry baby girl,” he panted roughly. “Aw fuck your butt is so tight, Daddy doesn’t know if he can hold out.”
And squirming a bit more, I went for it. I pushed my hips down hard this time, bearing down with all my energy, and with an audible pop and a deep slide, it happened. My sphincter gave way and suddenly Gray was balls deep in my ass, anal walls clamping tight around his dick.
“Aw fuck,” he rasped again, penis jerking uncontrollably in my dark cavern. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
And the big man couldn’t take it anymore. I’d done the impossible, I was a virgin who’d fucked herself down on a big dick the back way, and Gray took control. He had to own, he had to pummel my tiny recesses, letting that cock take its fill.
So gripping my hips, he raised me on that stiff shaft before dropping my curvy form down.
“Ahh!” I cried out. “Oh god!”
But this time it went in easier. My ass slid down faster this time, gripping that hard pole tight, loosening with each push.
“Unnh!” I cried out again.
And two strong arms circled my torso, holding me in place as his hips began to grind below.
“Oh yeah,” he grunted as that fat cock pushed up and in, then retreated. “Aw fuck, it feels so good, little butt slut.”
I couldn’t reply as my dark star got reamed. Body shivering, my boobs bounced heavily in time to his thrusts and I just let myself feel. The pummeling down below was so good, electric shocks running out from where our bodies joined, and I mewled again helplessly, absorbing every deep thrust.
“Yes,” I panted hotly. “Yes, that’s it Daddy, use my body.”
And after a few more hot strokes, a few more deep drills inside, Gray did it. He burst, lash after lash of hot white coating my rectum, spraying deep into my GI tract. It was so nasty, a man’s penis jerking uncontrollably in my most private part, but it just made me want it more.
“Yes Daddy!” I cried out incoherently. “YES!”
And with that, I careened over the edge. Everything this man has taught me has been incredible. Before, I’d believed in princess romances, where a knight in white armor ravaged a noble lady in a four-poster bed, lovingly escorting her to an earth-shattering releas
e. And I had my shattering release, for sure, but this was no knight. Instead, Gray was a dirty motherfucker, an alpha male who took whatever he wanted, including forcing a virgin to do anal with no mercy.
But the thing is that I love it. I love what this man does to me, I love how he breaks every boundary, opening me to new experiences, physical and emotional. Because right now, impaled on his dick, I was lost. I only wanted more, to go where he led, to follow and let him use me, any way he wanted. Pussy or ass? Yes please. Both at the same time? Yes.
So with another scream and cry, I let go. Jolts shuddered from my behind to my nipples, electrifying them so that they stood out like bullets. My cunt creamed heavily, the juices dripping backwards to coat our bodies, and my entire form shook with desire. Literally, I bucked up and down on his dick, like a cowgirl riding a bronco, but with a very special joystick in my ass.
“Oh oh oh!” I moaned, crying out with ecstasy. Who cares who heard? If the neighbors saw me later, I was proud for them to know that I’m the girl riding Gray Channing’s dick, the one who feels that pole deep in my insides.
And the billionaire was just as unstoppable. With a roar, he pulsed again, another jet of semen going up my backside, coating me with lust. But Gray doesn’t like to waste. Because in one swift move, he pulled my ass off his dick and thrust deep in my pussy.
“FUCK!” he roared. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Half my mind spun. Why did the alpha do that? Wasn’t my ass enough? Why the hell had he dicked deep into my vaginal chamber?
But my body ate it up because oh god, it felt so right to have a hot pole spurting in my female parts. It felt absolutely right to feel his virile juices spraying my pink channel, pussy gripping him in ecstasy as he pumped again and again.
And finally, it was over. With a few last spasms, my cunt milked him of his last drops, pulling that virile sperm deep into my body. I panted, collapsing on the bed, the big man still embedded, and he followed me down, huge and heavy on my back.
“Ummm,” I moaned, face in the coverlet. Grayson felt right on top of me, even if it was hard to breathe. I tried to get some air, but he was just too heavy and big.
“Gray,” I whispered, shifting my hips slightly, the friction from his dick in my ass making us both moan again. “Gray, can’t breathe.”
And with a deep rumble, he kissed the back of my neck before getting up, withdrawing slowly from my back end. Both of us groaned sensuously, me from the feel and him from the dirty sight. Because oh yeah, his shaft was completely wet with a mix of sperm and anal sweat. I’d done that to my man. I’d drained him of every drop, that precious cum churning in my insides.
And squeezing my pussy and ass tight, I smiled sweetly at the alpha over my shoulder.
“Daddy, I don’t want to lose an ounce,” I murmured. “I want to keep you inside me, every last bit of sperm.”
Gray’s eyes flared once more, that blue gaze blazing.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he soothed, stroking one heavy butt cheek before grabbing hold of my meaty thigh and taking a bite. “That’s good because Daddy’s sperm belongs in your ripe body.”
And I merely sighed and stretched once more, bumping my butt a little.
“Any time, Daddy,” I cooed, smiling coyly over my shoulder at him. “Any time you want baby’s butt or cunt, just let me know.”
The billionaire smiled darkly behind me.
“Oh believe me, I will, my slutty princess. Believe me, I will.”
And with that, I sighed once more, totally sated and fulfilled. Because what could be better than taking your man to ecstasy and beyond? What could be better than making a man want you so much that he spurts in both your cunt and ass? I was fully a woman now … and I belong to Grayson Channing, one hundred percent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gray
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that we’re standing in front of a furniture shop. Kitty’s my fake fiancée for crying out loud, and we’re not supposed to do real things. Sure, we can masquerade as a couple, going to the movies and shit, but we shouldn’t be doing anything permanent for fuck’s sake.
But somehow Kitty’s taken over. She took one look at my immaculate apartment and shook her head.
“Can we change things up a little?” she’d asked gently. “Just a little, maybe swap out some things? A couple accent pieces here and there?”
I shook my head with disbelief.
“I paid fifty grand,” I grunted, gesturing to the white leather couches and modern, sleek console. “I forked over fifty grand to professionals to do up this place. And that doesn’t even count what I spent on the furniture itself.”
The brunette tilted her chin at me.
“I know Gray,” she murmured softly, those caramel eyes searching and so sensitive. “I know you spent a lot, but this place seems impersonal, a little like a hotel. It doesn’t have a trace of you, or of any human being whatsoever. It belongs in a magazine, like real people don’t live here.”
I surveyed the white living room. Sure, it was perfect, nothing out of place. And I am a hotel magnate, so of course my place would look like a hotel. But maybe the female was right. Because the space was cold and calculating, with polished surfaces and hard gleaming edges.
“Gray,” her voice interrupted, firmly this time. “I know you, and this isn’t you. Sure, you’re tough and domineering, but you’re also human. You have a funny, charming mom, and you have me, your fiancée. So why would you live like this? This place looks really lonely, honestly, like the inside of an ice cube.”
Ouch, that was a zinger. But that’s the thing. Somehow I let Kitty get away with murder, she talks to me in a way that should turn me into a raging bear. In fact, if someone else gave me this kind of lip, they’d be pounded into the pavement already, fired and shit outta luck.
But with Kitty, somehow it’s different. So yeah, here I am at the furniture store with my fiancée on my arm. It was almost too perfect, we looked like a couple from a commercial. Except this isn’t real. Kitty is my fake fiancée, and so what the fuck is going on? I shook my head, still confused. Shit, my life was taking twists and turns, becoming a roller coaster of doubt. Me, the alpha who’s always owned his future, is being led around like a stray puppy by a sweet, sensitive girl.
Except that Kitty acted like nothing was wrong.
“Hi,” she said with a smile to the salesperson. “We’re here to outfit my fiancé’s apartment.”
The woman bowed and smiled, her nose practically touching the floor.
“Of course! Which room or rooms? And were you looking to spruce things up, or was this a complete re-do?”
“Complete re-do,” said Kitty firmly before I could even get a word in. “We’re getting rid of everything and starting fresh.”
Of course, the saleslady practically bowed again, drooling obsessively. Because on my dime, she was gonna get a huge commission, we were likely to spend six figures on furniture today.
I had to put my foot down. This was crazy, and opening my mouth, the protest began. But Kitty’s sweet smile stopped me in my tracks.
“My fiancé here is shy,” she cooed. “Gray doesn’t know much about furniture, but I wanted him to come along because he lives there too, you know? So he’ll be along for the ride, but don’t be afraid of him,” she confided in a whisper. “He’s just a big, cuddly bear at heart. He’s just as excited as I am to be re-decorating.”
I looked at her, stunned. Holy shit. This was like being ratted out by a real wife, a real fiancée. Besides, big cuddly bear? Where the fuck did that come from? I was a deadly assassin, not some stuffed animal here for hugs.
But the saleslady nodded approvingly.
“Oh I completely understand,” she chimed. “We have so many men who don’t know how to express themselves. He’s lucky to have you,” she clucked at Kitty. “He’s lucky to have a loving woman like you, looking out for his best interests.”
And the two females started walk
ing the aisles together, heads close, chattering about fabric samples and whatnot. I was too stunned to move at first, my big form rooted in place. Was this really happening? Was I really here, at a furniture store, playing the role of “clueless guy” as my fiancée wandered ahead, chatting amiably with the saleslady, scouting for new stuff?
But evidently, this was my life because Kitty turned then, gesturing to me.
“Come on Gray,” she called sweetly. “Come on, we’re already all the way over here.”
And like a puppy on a leash, my big form jolted forwards. Yes, I was obeying her commands, she was the puppeteer and I was the marionette, there were invisible strings tied to my limbs. I was hers to command, hanging on to her every sweet word like a crazy, head over heels in love billionaire. What the hell?
But despite the doubts, my feet moved like they were magnetized. I trailed behind the women, looming and large, picking up things when ordered, looking at samples without much input.
“Oh Gray,” cooed Kitty. “Isn’t this such a beautiful side table? It would look perfect with that couch over there.”
I nodded wordlessly, but Kitty had already turned away. She was inspecting a blown glass sculpture that looked like an inverted snowflake, some weird ass thing that was new-agey and probably cost fuck-all.
But the thing is I wanted her to have it. If it made my best girl happy, then there was no price that was too high to pay. I can’t explain it really. I’m not supposed to care, none of this is supposed to make a difference. And yet here I was, acting the part of a would-be husband, nodding and pulling out my wallet on cue.
And the stupidest part is that no one was here to see. It would be one thing if we were acting lovey-dovey for an audience. Because yeah, I had to have a fake fiancée in order to access the money from my dad’s will. Our little ploy had to be persuasive, the lawyers would never swallow it otherwise. But that’s the thing. There was no one here to see. No lawyers, not my mom, not my friends, not the society gossips who trail me everywhere, desperate to figure out who I’m dating. So what the fuck am I doing?
But it was too late because Kitty was already in the children’s furniture section.
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