The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Fuck!” he shouted again, hips jerking, dick twitching in my mouth. Oh yeah, another big mouthful came my way and I tucked it away, my cheeks bulging now, I probably looked like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

  Finally, the shudders ceased and the big man exhaled mightily, head tilted back, showing off that strong jaw. The muscles in his neck were still tense, the cords standing out, his pecs twitching a bit with tremors but his dick had stopped juicing for the most part, just stray droplets spurting reflexively, a little bit here and there, nothing I couldn’t handle.

  So pursing my lips tightly, I backed off his pole, careful not to lose any of the cum in my mouth. Slowly, the cock inched out, shining and wet, covered in a mixture of saliva and hot jism, so much that it looked like it was dipped in superglue. And once I got to the tip, I pressed my lips together before popping the head out of my mouth, careful not to lose a single drop. Oh yeah, I had a mouthful of cum and I knew exactly where it was going.

  Still kneeling at his feet, I struggled with my sweater before pulling it over my head, flinging the white cashmere to the side, tossing it in a careless pile. Oh fuck yeah, I had better things to do that folding my clothes, they wool could get trashed for all I cared. Because my boobies were bare now, I hadn’t worn a bra, the huge ovoids full and heavy, heaving slightly with my excitement. And the good part about having huge tits is that I can suck myself. Oh yeah, I’ve done it more than once on a cold and lonely night, reaching down into my nightshirt to lift a nipple to my mouth, sucking hard on it, cramming myself full of breastflesh while frigging my cunt. And that was exactly what was going to happen now.

  Positioning myself carefully on my knees, I lifted a heavy tit to my mouth before parting my lips and letting the wet cum drip all over, saturating my nipples as I kissed and licked them. Oh fuck, it tasted so good, the sperm on my breasts, the wet cream mixing with my hard nips. Oh fuck, it was too much and I needed my other boob as well.

  Lifting my left breast, I turned my attention to this one too, spitting out some of the remaining cum onto my nipple before seizing the pink nub between my teeth, shaking my head this way and that like a dog with a toy, loving the taste of nipple plus sperm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was so good and doubling down, I lifted both tits at once, stuffing both nips into my mouth.

  I knew how dirty I looked, with both breasts crammed into my mouth almost like an acrobat, the huge mounds creamy and white, giant snow-capped mountains, the melting ice Tucker’s jism running wetly off the slopes. I sighed, gripping my nipples tight between my teeth and moaned throatily, closing my eyes with ecstasy.

  And that’s when the surprise happened. I’d been so into my breast play, so focused on dropping mouthfuls of cum onto my boobs that I hadn’t been watching Tucker closely. Of course I’d seen him fisting his dick, the way his hand moved faster and faster over his cock, a vise of pleasure around that slick shaft, but I hadn’t been monitoring him, hadn’t been watching the details.

  Because I’d driven him over the edge again. Oh yeah, the tit play was too much and the minute I closed my eyes, chewing my nipples, Tucker took the opportunity to give it up all over my face and chest. Oh fuck yeah, the big man pointed his dick right at me, I was still kneeling at his feet and erupted right onto my face, globs of white hitting my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth as I continued to suck on my breasts. It was so hot, the sperm so tangy and good, just adding to my already existing feast that I whimpered hungrily, my boobs popping out as my cunny began to shake.

  “Oh oh oh!” I moaned as droplets of white rained down. “Oh!” I shrieked, opening my mouth wide, trying to catch the waterfall of white.

  And simultaneously, my pussy began to spasm, clenching and clamping like a hungry trap, the wet folds shivering with pleasure, tremors shooting from my clit to my fingers and toes, a veritable stream of pussy cream dripping from my hole, forming a pool on the ground.

  “Ohhh!” I screamed again, boobs heaving as my twat gave it up, mouth still open as I tried to catch the flying cum on my tongue. “Um!” I heaved again, lunging to the right as his spray flew in that direction, desperate for as much as possible.

  But it couldn’t last forever. Although Tucker shot gallons, there was a limited supply of the good stuff and he couldn’t keep spurting forever. So for the last few pulls, he put his dick right up against my mouth and my lips parted obediently around the glans.

  “Mmm,” I murmured as the last few spurts jetted into my warm cavern, savoring that tangy, salty sperm. “Mmm.”

  And the big man just stood over me, watching, his eyes gleaming, shoulders and pecs taut, muscular as I drank the sweet semen, licking my lips, not even bothering to hide how much I adored it.

  “Fuck,” he groaned out, trailing a finger through my hair, pulling it through one especially thick clump of sperm. “I think I fucking love you.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Tucker

  Laurie took my admission in a breeze. She didn’t bat an eye, or maybe she couldn’t because her eyelids were glued shut by the sticky sperm I’d shot all over her face. Because I hadn’t held back. Fuck no, although I’d just come hard in her mouth, shooting gallons of jizz down her throat, watching her eat her breasts had my cock rock hard in seconds, the needle at full once more.

  And the little girl seemed to have few barriers, there wasn’t anything Laurie wouldn’t let me do to her. Touch her, taste her, inhale that sweet little cunt until I was passed out, my dick twitching its last drops onto the ground. In fact the brunette was so fucking dirty that I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love, head spinning, flat on my face in devotion. After all, what was there not to love? Laurie was sweet, genuine, a mixture of the high and low, pizza mixed with fancy lingerie in one beautiful package. And she made me feel ten miles tall, laughing at my jokes, listening to my stories, all with genuine interest in her eyes.

  And that’s what I really loved about her. Her genuineness. Because Laurie thought I was nothing more than the delivery guy but respected it as an honest living. And she was tactful too. When I said I was housesitting for friends, the natural next question would have been, “So where do you live, really?” And know why? It’s because women want to scope out my earning power, figure out my socio-economic status. I might be living in Tribeca now, but god forbid my actual digs were East New York or some godforsaken ghetto in the Bronx.

  But the brunette gave no indication that her thoughts went along those lines. Instead, she nodded, a smile lighting her face and praised me for the hard work I did, how I needed to take care of myself, eat right and work out, maybe even wear a waist band so I didn’t strain my back. And a rush of emotion come over me then, something that I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, something that drew me to her like a moth to flame. All I knew what that I had to have her.

  But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette’s virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she’d been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.

  “Laurie,” I said, my chest heaving, both of us nude, exhausted, limp on the coverlet. “I thought you said you were divorced.”

  She moaned a little, tossing her head, eyes half-shut. Oh yeah, the loving had been so good, so satisfying that aftershocks were still running through that nubile body, making her shake and shiver.

  But she answered.

  “I was,” she coughed a little, throat still dry, swallowing a bit to get some saliva into her mouth. “We just separated. Three months ago,” she said, voice still a little raspy.

  Again, that made no sense. If I had her for even an hour in my bed, that little cherry would be punched through so thoroughly there’d be no going back. So I shot her a puzzled look.

  “You sure you were married?” I drawled. “What dude, much less an alpha male, would leave you untouched? I mean, fuc
k, I’d be all over you like white on rice, you wouldn’t be able to fight me off.”

  And she colored at that, smiling, but looked sad at the same time.

  “Gary and I weren’t a good fit,” she said slowly. “I thought he was the one but after we got married, it was obvious he wasn’t who I thought he was.”

  I looked at her, perplexed.

  “But didn’t you date first? Or was this some Vegas hook-up?”

  And she looked down, biting her lip.

  “Yeah, we dated for two years first,” she admitted. “I guess I’m not very observant.”

  I immediately sat back, feeling bad. God, I’d made my best girl ashamed when she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. What kind of asshole was I? But still, I needed to understand the mechanics so I gentled my voice, letting her take the lead instead.

  “Laurie,” I said, grasping her hand in mine. “I know this is tough but I can’t understand how any guy would turn down the chance to be with you. I mean, look at me,” I said, gesturing to myself. “I’m already half-hard again and I just shot one gallon, two, all over you. Come on, that guy’s gotta be smokin’ something. You’re all I think about, you’ve taken over me after just a couple days.”

  “I have?” she asked breathily, eyes lighting up. “Really Tucker? I do that to you?”

  And I nodded soberly. “Yep, and more than that. I lie awake nights thinking of your sweet body, your sweet, sweet smile and I’ve even thought about potentially moving in together, just to have you when I want you, where I want you … in my bed, of course.”

  The woman turned even redder at that, a flush running over her body, her breasts turning pink, that little cunt juicing up at my words. But it was true, there was nothing that sounded better to me than having Laurie with me, open for access, any time of the day or night. It sounded like fucking Heaven actually, rolling over in the mornings and sticking my dick in her twat, maybe taking her from behind as she napped in the afternoons, licking her pussy as a midday snack. Suddenly I was completely serious, I wanted this woman so bad that moving in together was a priority.

  And the brunette laughed gently then, her eyes knowing as if reading my mind.

  “But Tucker, where would we live?” she asked realistically. “I mean, my place is so small, it wouldn’t work for two people and this place, well we can’t stay with your friends forever. They’ll be back and they’ll want their apartment back,” she said with a rueful smile.

  I just growled, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her soft scent. Because of course this is my apartment, there were no vacationing friends jetting around the Mediterranean who’d asked me to house sit. I bought this place for fifteen million last year, and that was a discount off the ask price after I made an all-cash offer. But there was no need to tell Laurie just now, no need to give it all away. So I was vague, instead talking in generalities.

  “Just leave it to me,” I growled into her throat, savoring her sweet scent. “We’ll figure it out.”

  “I know,” she murmured, her fingers soft in my hair, “I know, but there are so many unanswered questions …”

  I lifted my head then and fixed her with a stare. The brunette was right, there were unanswered questions and she still hadn’t clarified the little issue of her virginity.

  “Honey, I know this is painful for you, but I just don’t get it,” I paused, going back to our original topic. “You were married, so what happened? How could any guy resist these curves, not touch his dick to your cunt? It makes no sense, you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous.”

  And she flushed again, taking a deep breath before turning to me with pain in her eyes.

  “It’s a long story,” she said quietly, “but the fact is that my ex, Gary, never intended on being a husband to me. He walked out the day after our wedding, walked out of our honeymoon suite and I haven’t seen him since,” she admitted slowly, painfully.

  “But why?” I shook my head, bewildered. “What fucker goes and gets hitched only to beat feet the next day? What the fuck? I would have fucked you on your wedding night at least.”

  And she turned beet red then.

  “Gary was too drunk,” she said, her voice wooden. “He passed out and I couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard I tried.”

  I just shook my head. This guy was the biggest douche ever, what the fuck, was he gay? That was the only possible explanation. But Laurie read my mind and shook her head.

  “There’s nothing physically or biologically wrong with him,” she started.

  I cut her off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. That was impossible.

  “No way,” I shook my head. “That dude’s either gay or has some problem, it’s the only answer. He’s probably got no testicles,” I snarled.

  But Laurie actually responded.

  “No, he has his testicles, or at least one,” she said slowly.

  “So you’ve seen them?” I said sharply, more rough that I intended.

  And she shook her head again.

  “No … I’m just saying because there’s another woman pregnant with his child.”

  My eyes bugged out at that.

  “What. The. Fuck,” I growled. “The man who married you had a mistress on the side? Who was pregnant this entire time?”

  And she nodded miserably, ducking her head down, a fall of brown curls hiding her face.

  “I only found out after he took off,” she whispered, shamefaced. “After he left, word on the street was that Gary,” and here she choked, “Gary,” she started again, “was keeping someone on the side. Had been with her for years,” she said. “Years.”

  And I sat back flummoxed. I can be a shit, I can run over women, use them as fuckdolls, toss them once I’m done, my sperm spent. But I’d never even come close to this fuckhead. Getting married to one woman with a pregnant mistress on the side? That was seriously fucked up shit, this fucker had to be a sociopath.

  “So dude has a new woman now,” I said slowly.

  And here, Laurie took a deep breath.

  “She’s not a new woman, she’s been his woman all along,” she said, her voice stiff. “I was the new woman, I just didn’t know it.”

  And I shook my head, my heart going out to my best girl, taking her hand in a big palm.

  “I’m so sorry, baby girl,” I rumbled quietly, looking her in the eye. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

  And the little girl drew a shaky breath then, forcing herself to sit up straight and look me in the eye.

  “It hurt when it happened, I won’t lie about that, but I try to see it as a stroke of good luck. At least I found out sooner rather than later,” she said with a rueful smile. “I could have been married to this guy for thirty years and known nothing, my entire life a lie.”

  And I squeezed her hand encouragingly.

  “That’s my baby,” I rumbled approvingly. “Keeping it real.”

  And she smiled at me again, her eyes still a little watery, lips twitching a bit at the corners.

  “So tell me Tucker, since we’re baring our hearts right now, where do you see yourself going? Not that the delivery business is bad at all,” she corrected hastily, “Just where do you see yourself in five years?”

  Usually I get nasty at this line of questioning because most women are just fishing for my balance sheet, scoping out my prospective earning power. But with Laurie, it was different. It felt right to share something about myself, let her into my private world.

  “I dunno,” I said slowly, our hands still entwined on the bedspread, lying next to one another nude, our juices drying on each other’s bodies. And yet it felt so right, completely comfortable. Despite the fact that we’d known each other less than a week, lying here, with her, was exactly where I wanted to be.

  “I’m not sure,” I said honestly, with more feeling in my voice. Because that was the truth. Hunter and I are working on a dream and there are no promises, no guarantees in the wild west of start-ups. We’d devoted all our en
ergy and countless resources to NYC Concierge, it was our baby but we were far from stable. Shit, we were still in beta stage, implementing all sorts of changes, hiring new folks as fast as we could, desperate to get warm bodies in the door for our booming business. And so it was impossible to answer the question with any accuracy, any assurance. But I had to try for Laurie, she was important enough to me that I couldn’t just feed her some bullshit.

  “I’m not sure what’s next,” I started again for the third time. “I mean, the personal services sector is saturated but not totally so, and I like my job so maybe I’ll stay with the company for a while.”

  There, that didn’t give anything away, and yet the answer was genuine, imbued with real emotion, my passion for the business. And the little girl could hear it because she squeezed my hand, shooting me a shy smile.

  “Of course, you have to do something you believe in, no one can be happy if they’re grinding away at a meaningless job. It’s human nature,” she said with another smile.

  And I just gripped her hand tighter, rising up on an elbow to stare into those beautiful brown eyes, warm pools of molten chocolate. I traced a finger along her jaw, dropping down to the elegant curve of her neck, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the pure ivory laid out before me.

  “You’re amazing, you know that?” I growled against her neck, lightly running my tongue along that sweet spot under her ear. “You are positively, absolutely, certifiably amazing.”

  And she giggled a little, her small hands reaching up to stroke along my broad chest, my abs going tight at the soft caress.

  “You are too,” she murmured, gazing into my eyes and the rush of emotion that swelled up into my throat took me by surprise, made my jaw clench, my eyes light with a fire within. Because Laurie’s genuineness, her sweet nature overwhelmed me and I was completely lost, a slave to this girl.