And I nodded slowly. There was more depth to this man than I’d originally thought. First, he’d volunteered to help a disabled friend. That was kindness that you don’t see every day, Gray could have been off partying but instead, he chose to give up his free time for a blind person.
Second, the big man was incredibly independent, even as a teen. Because yeah, he’d been falsely accused and had to pay the price. His powerful family could have stepped in, they could have gotten him re-instated, but he turned them down. Even back then, Gray was a man, he was ready to take the consequences, deserved or not.
And I felt something well up inside unexpectedly. It was admiration for the billionaire. I admired the way he’d stuck to his guns, the way he ran his life, the way that he wasn’t after revenge of any sort, because that would have been petty and lame.
Instead, he’d moved on, and look at the success it’d brought. Gray was a CEO now, a hotel king, and suddenly, I was even more interested than before. He was someone to know, someone to admire, and I shot a warm smile his way when Rhonda interrupted, placing her hand on mine.
“Enough about my son, you have a lifetime to get to know him. Tell me about you,” she invited, delicately cutting her meat. I glanced at the silverware, emblazoned with the letter “C.” God, how to start? My family was nothing like theirs, and the truth probably wouldn’t do any good.
“Um, there isn’t much to know,” I hedged. “We’re just regular people.”
Rhonda laughed again, patting her mouth with a napkin.
“Regular is good,” she said with a warm smile. “We like normal around here, don’t we Gray? Now honey, tell me a little about you. I’d like to get to know my new daughter-in-law.”
Oh shit, there was no way out of this.
“Well,” I began slowly. “My family is in the service industry. We’re all very into service.”
That was good. It made it sound like we were into doing charity, and not charity cases ourselves.
Rhonda nodded approvingly.
“What kind of service?” she asked. “Is your dad a doctor, working in a children’s ward? Or is your mom a lawyer for a non-profit?”
Those sounded like great jobs, but the truth is that my dad is a janitor at a neighborhood restaurant, and my mom a waitress there. How to tell that to someone who probably had caviar for breakfast and champagne at lunch? How to explain that we diluted our OJ to make the juice last longer, that my mom cut coupons non-stop so that we could make it to the next month?
So instead, I hedged.
“Um, no, not exactly service like that,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. “More of the food-variety kind.”
My cheeks flushed red, hands twisting in my lap. Oh god, I hoped Rhonda wouldn’t ask me more because there was no place to hide.
But Gray stepped in to the rescue.
“What Kitty’s saying,” he rumbled. “Is that her parents have instilled a sense of service into her. And that’s why you got a job as a cocktail waitress at our hotel right? Because you love working with guests, and wanted to interact with customers yourself.”
I nodded gratefully.
“I’m a hotel management major at school,” I added quickly. “So working at the Milano is great experience.”
Rhonda frowned.
“That’s interesting, where did you say you went to school again? Usually they put the college interns into marketing or accounting, or at least concierge services. It’s strange they have you working as a waitress,” she said, a puzzled expression on her brow.
My mouth opened and closed silently. Because of course, I’d sought out the waitressing gig myself to make ends meet. This was no work-study job, this was all about getting as many tips as possible.
But Gray saved me again, rumbling smoothly.
“Naw Ma, again, Kitty loves working with people. Those back office jobs would never cut it, she’s all about the one-on-one. But baby,” he said turning to me, those blue eyes direct. “If you want to transition to accounting just let me know. I always thought spreadsheets were boring, but maybe you’ve got a feel for it.”
My cheeks went red. I can barely add two numbers together, but the offer was kind.
“Thanks,” I murmured gratefully, shooting him another smile. “Maybe I’ll take you up on the transfer. But to something like marketing or public relations, not accounting.”
He shot me a knowing grin.
“No problem baby girl, whatever you want,” the deep voice ground out. “Whatever you want.”
And the rest of the dinner was amazing, the conversation witty, the food and drink incredible. In celebration, Rhonda had a thirty year-old Chateau Lafite brought up from the basement, and I stared at the precious bottle as it was uncorked.
“Um no, no thanks,” I said quickly when the elderly woman made to pour. “I couldn’t possibly.” The stuff ran a thousand dollars a bottle, even more sometimes. I couldn’t, I didn’t deserve it. Right now, free tap water was more my style given my finances.
But before I could refuse again, Gray’s foot touched mine under the table. I looked up, eyes wide, and he nodded subtly.
“Experience it baby girl,” that deep voice ground out. “It’s all for you.”
I didn’t know what to do at first. This was so out of my element, dining with these kind yet extravagantly rich people, and I wanted to cry suddenly. I wanted to reveal that I was an imposter, just a fake dummy sitting here, there was nothing real between us.
But the look in the alpha’s eyes was undeniably real. He cared about me. He wanted me to enjoy the wine, to open new vistas, and sample things that I’d never have an opportunity to otherwise. It was Gray’s encouraging look and the feel of that strong leg against mine that gave me the courage to go on.
“Okay just a little,” I said in a small voice. “Just a tiny sip.”
Rhonda laughed, her voice like a tinkling bell.
“You’re so different from the other women my son’s dated,” she confided as she poured. “Those ladies demanded fancy bags and fancy shoes, the best of everything. They would have marched down to the cellar and helped themselves to the wine if I didn’t offer it.”
I gasped.
“Really? But they’re guests at your house,” I protested. “That seems so bold.”
Rhonda nodded as she topped off my glass.
“Exactly, and that’s why I hated every one of them,” she proclaimed with a majestic air. “Here’s to you and Grayson, my son and his soon-to-be wife,” she praised. “Here’s to good times and many long, fruitful years together.”
The pressure of Gray’s leg against mine intensified, and I could literally feel sparks journeying up to my pussy, making me go soft and warm inside. He knew, too, I could tell. The big man’s able to read me every which way, and taking a sip from his glass, the alpha threw me a sensual glance.
“Here’s to many years with my lovely fiancée,” that deep voice rumbled, electricity flying between us. “Here’s to many years and many children.”
I tried not to show my surprise, unmoving in my seat. Children? What in the world? But right, there was a role to play, and I had to deliver.
“Yes, many years,” came my soft voice, my glance loving. “And many, many children.”
The gleam in Gray’s eyes intensified, growing hot and fiery. Because if I wasn’t mistaken, the big man wanted to make those children asap, he wanted to whisk me away and own my sweet pussy. And even though this was all a masquerade, suddenly I desperately wanted it too.
CHAPTER FIVE
Grayson
She’s absolutely perfect. Kitty is everything that I’d want in a fiancée. Because not only is she sweet, but she put up with my mom. Not that Rhonda’s so terrible, but she’s a mom, you know? Even as a powerful businesswoman, Rhonda still has some very mom-like qualities.
“Oh let’s look through Gray’s baby book,” Rhonda sang, pulling out a battered photo album with a teddy bear on the cover. “Come on, it’ll be f
un.”
My old girlfriends, or more accurately my old fuckbuddies, would have sniffed, turning their faces away.
“No, not necessary,” they would have claimed. “Besides I have a headache, it’s the wine.”
But Kitty was nothing like that. Kitty was genuinely interested, a warm flush on her cheeks, a sparkle in her eye.
“Oh I can’t wait,” she murmured. “It’s so interesting to look into the past. And here’s Gray!” she exclaimed, eyes already fixed on the first page. It was me, as a baby, with spaghetti smeared all over my face and hair. “How cute!”
I grunted. More like I was a pain in the ass as a child, headstrong and stubborn. But hey, these qualities made me into the alpha I am today, with the conviction and confidence to run an empire. So I grinned, sipping bourbon.
“I’m sure Rhonda will tell you I was hard to raise,” I ground out. “Between getting kicked out of boarding school and getting up to no good in my free time, I wasn’t exactly the easiest child.”
Kitty turned wide eyes to me.
“But you had it in you to help a disabled friend,” she said softly. “You had it in you, you’re a good man, Grayson Channing.”
And a warm feeling of acceptance and positivity flowed over me. Because usually, I don’t need validation. I’m a hardnosed asshole, I do what I want whether or not people approve. But somehow, with this woman it was different. Every glance from her, every sweet word made my chest expand, a glow enveloping my body. I wanted her, I wanted to sample more of that sweetness, to feel it flow over me like honey.
And the time was now. We were back in my apartment after the dinner with Rhonda, alone at last.
“Thanks for taking me,” Kitty murmured shyly in the foyer. “I know it wasn’t exactly what you expected.”
“Why what did I expect?” I growled, shrugging out of my jacket. “Or more accurately, what did you expect?”
The brunette smiled through her lashes at me.
“I expected a cold, reserved dinner, something that was more along the lines of having a meal with the Queen. But your mom’s not like that at all,” she said. “Rhonda’s really nice, even if she’s the queen, with a chef, butler, and countless maids.”
I shook my head.
“That’s my mom,” I growled. “You can never predict with her. But enough about that. What about you?” I asked, eyes hot. “You ready to move on to the next part of our game?”
Kitty turned to me quickly, those brown eyes wide.
“You were serious weren’t you?” she asked in a low voice. “You’re dead serious about that.”
“About what?” I ground out. “About getting my dick in your pussy? About sampling that sweet, creamy cunt again? You betcha pretty girl, I’ve already had a taste and I’m definitely going back for more.”
The girl gasped, gaze wide, but there was arousal in those caramel eyes too. Because Kitty wanted it. Even from ten feet away, I could see how those big boobies heaved, nipples stiffening at my words.
“Oh yeah,” I ground out. “I’m gonna fuck that body good, you’re gonna come so hard your pussy’s sore tomorrow. And your ass,” I added roughly. “I’m gonna fuck that ass until it gapes and semen leaks out.”
The words were nasty, they were filthy and fucking dirty. But this is who I am. I’m a warrior who conquers and my girls bend over and take it, screaming with lust and ecstasy. And Kitty better get on the bandwagon too because I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Get naked,” I commanded harshly, voice rough. “Right now.”
“Here?” she whispered, eyes wide. “We’re not even in the bedroom yet, Gray, we’re in the hallway.”
I barked hoarsely.
“Who said I needed a bed? Do it, baby girl, before I come and do it for you.”
She gasped again, mouth open. But those small fingers obeyed. Slowly, they slid to the back and I heard the unzip of clothing. And then in one fluid moment, the silk dress dropped off her shoulders.
My heart literally stopped. I literally stopped breathing standing there staring at Kitty. Because shit, she hadn’t worn anything under that silk thing, and it was all out now. Huge white breasts beckoned to me, lush and creamy, quivering slightly. A small, poochy stomach led to generous, swinging hips, and shit, there was that slit. Pink and perfect, I wanted nothing more than to stroke that cunt and make it shiver.
But first, my eyes met hers from across the room, blazing blue.
“Why didn’t you wear anything underneath?” I ground out, cock so hard that it was painful. “Why, pretty girl?”
The brunette smiled teasingly.
“Well, let’s just say I want to have my fun too,” she purred. “After all, this afternoon’s session was good. Why don’t we make it great this time?”
My blue gaze gleamed dangerously.
“It was more than fucking good,” I growled. “I fucked you within an inch of your life.”
She nodded.
“You did, and I want more, Gray,” Kitty breathed, those caramel eyes melting. “I want more.”
But I wasn’t gonna let her drive the car. I’m the man in charge, always at the wheel especially when it comes to fucking women. So I took control.
“Then show me,” I ground out. “Show me how you want it, you nasty slut.”
Her eyes flew wide at the insult, and I laughed harshly. Because my girls get hard treatment for me, but they love it. Even if it’s scary at first, they end up begging me for it, crying out “Daddy, Daddy!” and I could already tell that Kitty was gonna be the same.
“Bend over,” I commanded. “Bend over and show me that cunt.”
And cheeks flaming, the female obeyed. Slowly Kitty turned, that sweet body swaying here and there. Bracing her hands on the wall, she lowered herself until she was bent over, gripping at her calves.
Shit, my dick literally spurted as I watched. Because as the brunette lowered herself, that back end split apart, the creamy orbs pulling away from one another, and Kitty was fucking gorgeous. A brown pucker winked at me, the pleats so tight, with a pink, pulsing slit beneath.
And as I watched, a bead of female juice gathered at her hole, coagulating until it dripped down her thigh.
“Ohhh,” Kitty murmured. “Ohhh.”
Shit, I hadn’t even touched her yet, and yet the girl was juicing heavily. I could already smell that delectable wet cunt from across the room, and like a madman, I pulled my dick out, freeing it from its prison.
“Ohhh,” Kitty moaned again, staring at my hot pole through the vee of her legs. “Oh god, that goes in me?”
I grunted, fisting my shaft.
“Fuck right it does. It goes in both your holes tonight, baby girl. You think you can do anal? You think you can give daddy your ass cherry after giving him your pussy cherry?”
The little girl quivered a bit, giant rump shaking in the air.
“I’m not sure Daddy,” she whispered even as her dark star winked and flirted. “I’m not sure because you’re so big,” her voice trailed off. “Will it even fit inside?”
I grinned evilly.
“That’s right, Daddy’s a fucking monster,” I agreed. “But I promise to get it wet in your cunt first, and then it’ll fit just fine. Trust me baby girl, I’ll work myself in slow, your ass will stretch.”
The brunette’s chin trembled, eyes still wide. But that cunt was juicing like mad and she wanted it.
“Okay Daddy,” she agreed in a whisper. “If you say so. But Daddy, I was wondering …?” she paused.
“What, baby girl?” I ground out, fisting my shaft, fuckpole shiny with pre-cum. “Tell Daddy how you want to get fucked.”
Kitty took a deep breath even though she was still head down, rump in the air.
“I was wondering if at some point, I might put something in your ass?” the words slipped out quick. “Is that okay to ask? Not now, doesn’t have to be tonight, but sometime in the future?”
My heart thudded like a fucking drumbeat. Shit, something
in my ass? Was she fucking insane? What alpha male does that? We’re the ones who fuck, not get fucked.
And where the fuck did she even learn that? What kind of dirty girl did I have on my hands? But the thing is, this little filly is full of tricks. This little girl is a dirty ho, a cum slut willing to lose both her cherries in one day. Even now, Kitty was nude and luscious, bent over begging for my touch. So why not? It was just a month-long thing, and might as well go with it. I grinned again, voice low and raspy.
“If you want to fuck me in the butt, then fine,” I growled. “I’m open to a little buttfucking since the girls seem to like it so much. But not tonight. Tonight your little back hole gets drilled, no mercy.”
And Kitty nodded, eyes delighted.
“I just wanted to ask, Daddy,” she murmured. “Thank you for entertaining the idea.”
My shaft grew even harder, jerking a bit.
“No worries baby girl. But let’s get back to business. Daddy’s hungry, so pull those ass cheeks apart honey, show me what you’ve got.”
And with a sigh, Kitty’s hands slid upwards to that round rump. She grabbed fistfuls of white meat in each hand before pulling them away from each other, and shit, but the sight was good. Because I’d gotten a glimpse of that dark star before, but now it was really out in the open. Musty and dry, I could smell it from where I stood, female perfume welling up from deep within.
And in a flash I was on her. Kneeling in back of that bountiful bottom, I kissed her dark star gently at first, letting her feel a man’s lips on her anus.
“Mmmm!” she cried out, tilting her head up, perfect profile lifted to the air. “Mmmm!”
“You like, don’t you, little whore? You like getting your ass licked by Daddy’s wet tongue.”
Kitty’s only reply was to throw her head back and squeal again as I circled her dark star, the pleats contracting involuntarily.
“Ohhh!” she cried out this time, boobies heaving. “Oh god, yes!”
I chuckled deep in my throat.
“That’s right, pretty baby. Enjoy Daddy’s mouth up your ass, you’re gonna come hard from it.”
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