The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance Page 12

  “Oh good, because I hope you have dozens of children. You know, I always wanted you to have a sibling, Grayson, but it just wasn’t in the cards. I was forty when you were born, and it was already too late. But now, with this lovely young lady as your wife, you can have a basketball team and grandmamma will come around every day to see the children. You know how I love babies, Gray.”

  My brows lowered. That’s true. Despite being a full-time businesswoman, my mom has always fawned over infants, the cooing giggles and chubby hands. Shit, even antics and pranks couldn’t turn her off, she loves little tykes.

  But that’s the thing. Kitty and I were supposed to be getting divorced, not starting a family. So my new wife raised confused eyes to me, unsure what to say, lips trembling. I leapt in smoothly, unperturbed.

  “We’re not having kids just yet,” I ground out. “Kitty’s eighteen and in school still, she wants to finish her degree.”

  The words were probably a fucking lie because truth is, we’d never even talked about it. Did she want to finish school? Did she want to continue working at the Milano? I had no fucking clue, I was so busy pounding that sweet pussy, letting her vaginal walls milk my dick non-stop.

  Besides, there was still the issue of birth control. Despite my promise to use condoms, have I done it? Have I followed through? Fuck no, I’ve plowed that pretty pussy dozens of times since, bareback and virile, spurting my seed again and again. Nor has Kitty gone on birth control. She was supposed to go to the campus health center to get on the pill, but I’ve kept her so busy with the non-stop fucking that she doesn’t have time. The girl just goes straight to school and back, my driver waiting expectantly at the curb. So unless you can magic a pill out of thin air, I couldn’t see how Kitty was safe.

  And my female turned to face Rhonda, cheeks scarlet.

  “Gray’s right, I wanted to finish school,” she repeated in a low voice. “I’m working on my BA.”

  Shit, finishing school was unlikely because she was probably pregnant already. With a ripe, fertile, eighteen year-old body? Oh yeah, my sperm was having the time of its life.

  But my mom was here, and it was important to keep up appearances.

  “Like I said, school,” I reiterated in a deep voice, grabbing her hand. “My wife is a star student, straight A’s all the way.”

  And that part was true because despite the fact that I keep her up all night with bedroom games, Kitty is really smart. I never see her crack a book, I never see her on her laptop, but she pulls rabbits out of hats. The girl’s brilliant, Dean’s List every semester, and I don’t know how she does it. My chest practically exploded with pride, and I kept going with the charade.

  “Hotel management,” I ground out again. “My wife’s major is hotel management, so she’ll be doing another internship at the Milano. After all, when your husband owns the place, you can get whatever job you want. Except cocktail waitress,” I grunted. “No way in hell you’re putting on that tiny dress for a bunch of drunk guys again.”

  Kitty blushed.

  “Right, no more waitressing,” she said in a soft voice. But straightening her shoulders, she turned to my mom with a genuine smile.

  “Rhonda, you’re welcome to come visit us any time you like, whether or not we have kids. The grandchildren don’t have to be an excuse, we enjoy your company.”

  I goggled. Was Kitty crazy? Rhonda would drive me batshit crazy hanging around the apartment 24/7.

  But my mom just laughed and waved her hands.

  “Oh honey, thank you for the invitation but I wouldn’t, not when you’re newlyweds. You and Gray clearly have the hots for each other and I don’t want interrupt while you’re, you know ….” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

  Kitty grew slightly red but then she got over it, and both women burst out laughing suddenly.

  “That first time was bad, wasn’t it?” giggled Kitty, covering her mouth with her hand. “It was really bad, I can’t imagine what you thought of me.”

  My mom chortled even harder.

  “Well it’s not every day that you meet your future daughter-in-law with her clothes off,” she said with tears in her eyes, narrow shoulders shaking. “But it’s fine, honey,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “It’s okay because you ended up getting married, and now there’s going to be the pitter-patter of small feet. My dearest wish is going to come true,” Mom sighed, patting her hair. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Gray’s forty-five you know,” she said in a confidential voice. “And I was starting to think it was never going to happen.”

  “Ma,” I interrupted in a warning tone. “This is our wedding brunch.”

  But Rhonda has always been unstoppable.

  “Oh Gray, the women you dated before were so terrible, I never even knew what to say. So I didn’t say it. But I can say this with no reservations. Your new bride is exactly what you need, and I couldn’t be more excited for you. Welcome to the family honey, welcome.”

  And the women embraced, warm and tender. I sat back with all sorts of emotions pounding through my chest. Because shit, Rhonda adored Kitty, that was clear. The two women were already in cahoots, giggling about this and that, BFFs forever.

  But it sucked too, because this marriage has an end date. As soon as the funds were released from my late dad’s account, we’re gonna file for divorce. And for some reason, my chest grew tight, heart constricting like a snake was squeezing the daylights out of me. Because I’ve found a new kind of peace, a new kind of satisfaction, even a new kind of love with Kitty. So how the fuck am I supposed to let her go?

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kitty

  I wandered about the nursery. It’s the biggest nursery I’ve ever seen, twice the size of my old apartment and filled with everything a baby could need.

  Or two babies because of course, Gray ordered doubles. After we sexed it up in the furniture store, that was his way of saying thank you to the staff. Or more like, Sorry, not sorry, I got the girl, and I got the cash too. So it was double commission for them, double the sales, and as usual, Gray came out on top.

  But right now, none of that bothered me. Because I was walking slowly around the sunlit space, hand trailing the edge of a crib, caressing the head of a toy pony. Gray had probably bought every stuffed animal in the kids’ section and now a zoo lived here, including a five-foot elephant, an eight-foot plush giraffe, and of course, two little kitties, kneeling at the foot of each crib.

  But a sob choked me, deep in the back of my throat. Because what happened is unreal. I’m the new Mrs. Channing, sure, married lock, stock and barrel to the man of my dreams, but it was fake, all fake. I’d stared at the marriage certificate afterwards, hands trembling, unable to believe my eyes.

  “You okay?” growled Gray, looking over at me.

  I took a deep breath, nodding silently. It was too hard to meet his gaze right now, emotions making it hard to breathe.

  But the man knows me well, and he tipped my chin to his.

  “What’s wrong baby girl? What’s got you down?”

  Those blue eyes were so penetrating, looking deep into my soul, and I couldn’t take it. Instead, I buried my face in a broad shoulder, hiding the tears.

  “Nothing,” I murmured. “Nothing.”

  But Gray wouldn’t give up. He pulled away and stared deep into my eyes again.

  “What is it baby girl?” he rumbled soothingly. “Tell Daddy.”

  Feelings swelled up again, choking me. But what could I say? I’ve fallen in love with you Gray, let’s not get divorced? Would you consider marrying me for real, a poor cocktail waitress trying to make ends meet? I can’t think of life without you, you mean the world to me?

  So instead, I bit my lip and used the only weapon I had. My body. I threw my arms around those broad shoulders and rubbed my breasts teasingly against his chest.

  “Wanna play Daddy?” I mewled. “Baby wants to play.”

  And of course, my man never turns down an opportunity to stroke pussy. He wa
s on me in an instant, tearing my clothes off, the loving so hot, hard and heavy that I almost passed out from the ecstasy, curvy form shaking violently from massive dick inside.

  But now it was back to reality. Because I’d seen the envelope arrive in the mail today. I’d seen the letter from the lawyer’s office, and it was probably confirmation that the funds had been released. Gray was King and Master of The Milano now, the terms of his dad’s will fulfilled.

  So with slow steps, I was here to say goodbye. I was saying goodbye to the bedroom, the living room, and the dining room, but most of all, the nursery. I was saying goodbye to a dream that would never come true, children who were never going to play here, and a husband who never belonged to me. I was gonna disappear into the mist, Gray could send the divorce papers to me via his lawyers, it didn’t matter.

  Except as I skimmed my fingers over a life-size stuffed zebra, my skin tingled with awareness. Oh god, this always happens. The big man and I are on the same wavelength, our bodies recognize each other immediately, and I could feel that masculine heat from the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I choked back my emotions and mewled, “Hi Daddy.”

  Shit, shit, shit. I had to get myself together. Gray couldn’t see me on my goodbye tour, I didn’t want my lover to feel sorry for me. Because I was acting like a teen girl dreaming big dreams, except there was no happy ending, no riding off into the sunset. So swallowing tears, I whirled around with bright eyes, pulling out my one and only weapon again.

  “Daddy wanna play?” I murmured, tugging down the vee to my sweater so that a huge breast burst out, jiggling and luscious. “Daddy wanna play?”

  And oh god, Gray was like a tornado. Crossing the room in two big strides, he was on me. The billionaire sucked a nipple into his mouth, jolts of electricity going straight to my cunt. I screamed then, literally tilted my head back and let one out to the heavens, all my agony and ecstasy twisted together.

  “Umm, Daddy umm!” came the squeal, curvy body squirming beneath him. “Mmmph, yeah!”

  Gray chuckled against my breastflesh, taking as much into his mouth as possible before popping off a hard nip.

  “Baby’s a slutty one, aren’t you? Oh yeah, baby’s slutty, that whory cunt wants Daddy’s cock, doesn’t it?

  I could only mewl my reply, boobs heaving, giant sacks of cream bouncing. Oh god, he felt so good, hot and manly and muscled, so thick and virile, with that relentless missile in his pants. I was desperate to get dick into me, my panties soaked with female juices already.

  And Gray’s attuned to me too because he inhaled deeply, a gleam in those blue eyes.

  “Shit that cunt is wet,” he growled. “I can smell it.”

  I mewled again, pressing my tits against him.

  “I am wet, Daddy,” I cooed. “I need you so bad, use me, use my body.”

  He growled deep in his throat.

  “Fuck yeah baby girl, that’s why I married you. Because you’re such a slutty whore, you always need Daddy’s dick, it’s the only thing that calms you down.”

  And with that, he yanked off my clothes, literally tearing them from my body until I stood in nude before him, ripe female form trembling. Oh god, I was so ready, leaking between my legs, a visible trail of ambrosia rolling down my thigh.

  And Gray saw it too. He inhaled again, nose inches from my pussy, and let out a rough chuckle.

  “Shit, I’d recognize the smell of your cunt anywhere,” he ground out. “You could be wearing a hazmat suit, and I’d still recognize this fucking sugar.” And with that, he leaned forward, trailing his tongue up my leg, sampling my personal juice.

  “Unnh!” I cried out. God it was heavenly, his mouth so close to my pussy, blowing hot air onto my most sensitive part. But Gray is a master and I wasn’t getting off so easily.

  “Get down,” he ground out. “I wanna see baby bent over animal style.”

  My eyes widened, but obediently, I got on my hands and knees, ass towards him, a heavy cunt musk permeating the air. Oh god, he was right. Anytime I was around him, I needed it and my pussy just couldn’t be denied. Gushing like a firehose, I shot him a pleading glance over my shoulder.

  “Please Daddy,” I whispered. “Please kiss me there,” I mewled, shaking my rump, pink slit puffy and wet.

  But my daddy is a sick motherfucker. Because the mention of “animal style” while surrounded by this menagerie of stuffed toys gave Gray an idea. Narrowing his eyes, the alpha selected a plush horse from the pile. It was adorable, about two feet tall with brown fur and a white, glossy mane. He put it down on the floor and growled, eyes gleaming.

  “Get up on the toy. Animal style,” he grunted.

  I gasped.

  “What?” I stammered. “I’m sorry?”

  Those blue eyes flashed as he pulled out his dick, the hard shaft stiff and veiny. Immediately, my mouth watered hungrily, boobs heaving up and down. Would Daddy put it in me now? Maybe he’d forget about the horse? Maybe we could do it regular today? But Gray couldn’t be denied.

  “You heard me,” he ground out. “Get up on that thing like you’re humping it.”

  I seriously thought about disobeying him. I seriously thought about getting on my knees and pleading for mercy, a second chance, anything to avoid the depravity. But his dick made me so ravenous that before I knew it, I was doing it. Crawling on my hands and knees, I mounted the stuffed horse doggy style, like we were two animals in nature.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, burying my face in its wispy mane, cheeks bright red. “Unnnh!”

  Oh god, this was so humiliating, but at the same time, the humiliation was oh so sweet. It was so wrong to be nude and luscious, draped over this thing while my vag burned with lust, dripping juices. And grinding my hips, the horse’s soft fur grazed my clit, tantalizing and lush.

  “Unnnh!” I moaned again, humping harder. “Unnh, unnh.”

  Gray laughed low in his chest behind me.

  “Fuck, you’re so fucking slutty humping that stuffed animal like a dog. Like I said, you were always a whore, Daddy just has to bring it out of you. And now, little filly, Daddy’s gonna tame you with his whip.

  I thought for sure he was gonna fuck me then. Because I’d seen how ramrod stiff that pole was, pre-cum streaming down the tip to coat his balls, making them shiny. But no, Gray had something else in mind.

  Because the toy horse came with the cutest whip, the handle about ten inches with a strip of braided leather trailing off the end. What the hell? What stuffed animal comes with such nice accessories?

  But Gray laughed as he saw my stunned eyes.

  “Trust me, when you pay four figures for the best, you get the whole kit and caboodle. And this particular toy comes with something for Daddy to use on his sweet girl, something to make you obey.”

  Before I could reply, before I could even breathe, he lifted his arm and whacked me across the butt.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out, eyes watering. The slap stung, a red stripe rising on my white ass, marking me. But Gray wasn’t deterred at all. He raised his arm again and struck my ass once more, a second red stripe joining the first.

  “Unnnh!” I shrieked. “Daddy, Daddy!”

  “That’s right, call my name as I beat you,” he ground out. “Say it, damn you.”

  And as he raised his arm for a third strike, I did it.

  “Graysooooon!” I screamed, the smack on my behind as loud as a firecracker. “Daddy fuuuuck!”

  Because oh god, it felt good. The burning on my cheeks hurt, sure, but each hit also sent deep tingles into my cunt, the sizzle like a frying pan between my legs. Oh god, I was gonna lose it, my elbows and knees gave out, weak from lust, and it was that damn pony that broke my fall, keeping my ass perched in the air.

  But Gray wasn’t done yet.

  “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now,” he ground out. “Baby’s gonna get fucked hard.”

  For sure, this time he was going to stick his dick in right? I deserved it after the beating I’d just endured, my moist pink cu
nt lips beckoning to the hard shaft just inches away. But never underestimate Daddy because Gray did something so disgusting and depraved then, that I almost passed out.

  He turned that whip around until the butt of the toy pressed against my labia and started increasing the pressure.

  “Oh!” I gasped, turning wide eyes to look at him over my shoulder. Shock filled my gaze, mouth half open. Was he really going to fuck me with the handle of the whip? Oh god, oh god.

  But the thing is my cunt wanted it. If anything, it dripped and leaked even harder, welcoming the invasion, nether lips hugging the intruder tight.

  “Oh yeah, baby girl,” the big man ground out. “Like I said, you’re getting fucked. You’re fucking wet, but Daddy will provide extra lube, don’t worry.”

  And with that, the big man hocked into his palm. This wasn’t some delicate sound, this was an adult male spitting out a giant glob of saliva. And using the lube, he caressed the shaft, getting it glistening and gooey.

  “That’s right, this’ll ease the way,” he ground out roughly.

  And I screamed then, fucking horny from all this play. Because how often does this happen? I was bent over a toy horse for crying out loud, the butt of the whip pressed against my steaming cunt. I needed it, my pussy sizzled hotly, swollen and desperate. And with a scream, a jerk and a hard shove, it happened. Without waiting for Gray, I threw myself back against the handle and made my pussy start eating. Oh yeah, the hunger was so strong that I couldn’t wait for my man anymore. I couldn’t stand the tease and fucked myself back onto the ten-inch toy.

  “Unnnh!” came my scream. “Oh god!”

  It was so insane. My puss gripped the leather-covered handle like it was a real dick, milking it, innermost chamber stuffed so full. And Gray was completely still for a moment, dicktip streaming as he watched the nasty sight.

  “That’s it,” he ground out. “That’s it, just a little more to get fucked all the way. Come on baby, do it again.”

  And with another scream, I pushed my rump backwards hard, this time swallowing the entire toy with my pussy. It was so wrong, so absolutely wrong, the hard leather-covered handle embedded in my cunt, but it felt so fucking amazing too. I was stretched hard, juicing like crazy, and Gray took that opportunity to start fucking me good.