The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But the big man loved it, loved being face first in a woman’s pussy as she screamed his name and orgasmed. He savored every second, giving me light licks, teasing me with his tongue, kissing the soft flesh while stroking my body with his hands. And as I calmed and came back to Earth, Mr. Jones pulled back slowly, licking his lips, wiping his face with the back of his hand, smearing the cream a bit. I was so inexperienced that I half-expected him to say something silly, to make a joke about being smashed in my pussy or some other lame thing, but instead the big man leaned forward and dropped a kiss on my nipple before seizing my mouth with his, breathing in my scent, my breath, my essence, savoring everything I had to give.

  “Thank you baby,” he said simply, looking into my eyes, that blue gaze serious, so arresting. “Thank you honey, that was amazing.”

  And I melted into a puddle then, my insides going warm, my heart softening. Because whatever Mr. Jones wanted, whatever his desires … I was his for the next ten days.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Chris

  Lindy is so fucking amazing. Sweet, willing, giving, and so horny during her first time, I could hardly believe it. The brunette had never had dick before, her hymen was intact, but fuck, she’d begged me to put it in, begged me to push through that thin barrier and make her into a woman.

  And I was only too happy to. I wanted ten days of depravity with her, ten days spent straight in bed, getting up only to eat and shit. Because fuck, that body, those sweet, breathy gasps, her responsiveness, her constantly slick cunt were such turn-ons that I was tempted to tie her down and lock her up.

  But when the teen stepped out of the car, the sunlight glinting off those brown curls, shooting me a shy smile and wearing a college sweatshirt, I jolted sharply, rudely reminded of her youth and innocence. So instead, I made Lindy breakfast. Yeah, that’s what I’ve come down to. Chris Jones, CEO and Mr. Alpha Male, made a teenage girl breakfast in his kitchen, pancakes with whipped cream, plenty of butter and syrup.

  But it was the right thing to do. Lindy was sweet, unassuming, sharing her heart with me despite our “arrangement,” despite the danger lurking ahead.

  “My parents think I’m at school already,” she confessed, looking down at her hands. “I told them the coffee shop needed me back early.”

  I frowned then, my hand stilling while beating eggs.

  “You work?” I rumbled darkly, glancing over. “I thought you were going to class full-time.”

  And she nodded again, biting her lip.

  “Yeah, I guess I’m not as smart as people think,” she said a little wryly. “Everyone thinks I got a huge scholarship to go to school, but actually, I just got something small, nowhere near enough. So I’m a waitress at Little Mo’s near campus, it’s not much but it helps pay the bills.”

  And I paused for a moment while mixing the batter. No scholarship? Waitressing at a place called “Little Mo’s” while going to classes full-time? Shit, serving is a tough job, you’re on your feet all day and she was probably dead tired squeezing shifts in before and after classes. Plus, college was supposed to be a time to have fun, socialize and party, so when did that happen? When did my little girl get to relax and spread her wings? Suddenly I felt like a total douche because the financial pressures on the brunette must have been enormous, crushing her slim shoulders. And I could almost, almost, understand her father’s urge to steal, to help his daughter so she didn’t have to work so hard.

  But growling, I shook my head in disgust. Fuck, Jim had stolen from me, his hand in the till right under my nose, he deserved to be fired, the month of extra pay was a courtesy only. And I raged at myself more. What the fuck, was I going insane? Was I getting soft in my old age, feeling sympathy for a loser? It was so out of character, so whacko for my usual hard edges, my dominant, arrogant self, that I started feeling unsettled.

  But I forced myself to take a breath and relax, to stop beating the eggs to a pulp, and instead turned to Lindy with a reassuring smile.

  “Little girl, I’ll help,” I rumbled casually. “I’ve got more than enough with the business, I’m a single dude with nowhere to spend it,” I said. “Send me your tuition bill and I’ll write a check.”

  The brunette’s cheeks colored and her chin trembled for a moment.

  “Mr. Jones,” she said quietly, “I know this … um, arrangement is unconventional but you’re not paying me for sex,” she said firmly. “I’m not a whore.”

  And I stopped all movement for a moment. Because sure, I wasn’t giving her cash in an envelope, it wasn’t that obvious, but I was keeping her dad at United Electric because of our agreement. So there was definitely money involved, even if it wasn’t blatant. So I tried again.

  “Honey,” I said softly, “I want you to be comfortable, to not stress about money when you should be having fun at school. It’s not a big deal, trust me, I can afford it, so let me help, okay? Seriously.”

  But the girl just colored even more, shaking her head stubbornly.

  “No Mr. Jones,” she said in a low voice. “I can’t let you do that, please understand,” she said, her voice wobbly, her chin trembling a little.

  And suddenly I realized how much she didn’t want this to be some nasty money-for-sex exchange, how she’d categorized this as “helping her dad” rather than “selling her virginity for cash.” So I let it go, sensitive to the brunette’s needs and wants, how much this transaction was probably taking out of her. Shit, this was getting to be more than what even I’d bargained for, I needed to be more careful around Lindy otherwise my heart would slip and I’d find myself flat on my face, gasping for air.

  So turning the conversation light once again, I teased her about her curls, about her fine, curvy form.

  “And I want to see you put on some weight, put some jiggle on that body,” I grinned lasciviously at her while passing over a jar of maple syrup. “Put this gooey shit all over your pancakes, it’s got a lot of calories.”

  And the girl just nodded as I poured a generous amount of amber liquid over her short stack, licking her lips in anticipation, her pink tongue flickering slightly, making my heart stop and my mouth water. Because Lindy was so fucking sexy, so amazing without even knowing it. I loved how she dug into the food, relishing it with a voracious appetite, savoring every last bite, even closing her eyes as she swallowed, like I was a Master Chef who’d served her a five-course meal.

  “Mmmm, that was good, thank you Chris,” she purred. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  And I grinned at her.

  “There’s a lot of things you don’t know baby girl, and I’m about to teach you,” I growled before pouncing on her. Because I couldn’t wait anymore. Even though breakfast had taken only about half an hour, I was so hungry for her, dying inside, watching those sweet lips caress the pancakes, swallow the syrup, that I wanted her bad, wrapped around me, that mouth on me, swallowing my syrup. So I grabbed her and rushed up the stairs, dumping her unceremoniously on my bed.

  And oh fuck, what happened was so amazing, so dirty and unreal that I almost creamed myself. I tasted that swollen pussy, drank her nectar, sampled the honey within, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Lindy’s so aromatic, her cream slick and wet, running down my throat in gushes, and I loved as she heaved above me, her boobs bouncing here and there as I licked her twat.

  “Ohhh Mr. Jones,” she cried out, eyes alive, feeling a man’s tongue on her clit for the first time. “Ohhhh.”

  Fuck, even the way she said “Mr. Jones” was such a fucking turn-on, my mast popped out at full force, the pre-cum dripping wetly from the head. But this first orgasm was hers, all hers, and I was determined to ride it until Lindy was nothing but a gasping, moaning pile in my arms.

  And it wasn’t hard to do. The girl was so sensitive, so responsive and attuned to my every touch, my every directive, that she creamed within minutes, orgasming hard on my face, giving it all up with my tongue buried in her pussy, caressing her hymen as it vibrated with shock, with ecs
tasy, her cunt clenching and spasming as her eyes rolled back, screaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was alive on all fronts, my senses heightened, like I was Superman on drugs, powerful, omniscient, that’s how amazing Lindy made me feel.

  And when it was over, the brunette was sweet, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, that heaving, plump body covered in a light sheen of sweat, creamy and glistening under the low lights.

  “Mr. Jones,” she laughed, panting a little still, those big boobies jiggling with her giggle. “But you haven’t, you know …” she said, blushing again.

  And I dropped another kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue across her clit for good measure.

  “I know, baby,” I said smoothly. “I haven’t forgotten because yeah, you’re taking my dick next.”

  And the brunette’s breathy gasp, the desire lighting in her eyes, only confirmed what I suspected and now knew for sure. This was going to be the best ten days of my life … bar none.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lindy

  The sex had been amazing. There, I said it. Sex. Or did that count? Did orgasming on Chris’s face count as sex or did his dick have to be in me?

  Suddenly I was lost and confused because that’s what Mr. Jones does to me. He’s so charismatic, so charming that suddenly I find myself doing what he wants, when he wants. He could probably say, “Lindy, spin on my dick like an ice skater,” and I’d probably just murmur, “How fast, Mr. Jones? Just tell me how fast?”

  Because I could feel it, I could feel how much under his spell I was. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him to put it in, to take me, make me his. And the way he was reaching for me now, his big body tense again, those muscles rippling, a certain gleam in those dark blue eyes told me that my dream was about to come true.

  “Baby come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. And I melted inside, I couldn’t wait to be near him, to wrap myself all around this big man but my body betrayed me. I’ve always been a little clumsy and I just wasn’t sure how. So awkwardly, I hoisted myself over, landing between his spread legs with a thunk on the mattress, my generous behind bouncing as my breasts flew this way and that.

  I half expected him to shake his head in disgust, the unladylike way I’d just plopped myself in front of him, but instead the big man laughed, one hand going up to stroke a breast, pinch my nipple, while the other one lazily caressed my thigh.

  “Baby got back,” he murmured against my lips while kissing me. “And boy does that back fly.”

  I just leaned into him, reveling in his approval. Because oh yeah, the big man loved my curves, adored the fact that I had huge Double D’s and a giant ass, in fact he wanted me to put on more weight. And I grew heated within, realizing how perfect we were together, man and woman together, adoring each other, bringing each other to the highest heights.

  But wait, that hadn’t happened yet. Despite the fact that he’d made me cream and shudder for him wetly, Mr. Jones hadn’t come yet and I desperately wanted him to … with his dick in my pussy.

  So I mewled and lapped at him, running my tongue delicately across the strong jaw, sampling him while biting lightly at his shoulder.

  “Please Mr. Jones,” I said sweetly. “Put it in? My kitty wants you.”

  And the big man’s shaft was a massive fucking pole between us, standing straight up and leaking from the tip, practically brushing against my nipples it was so hard and stiff. So I knew he wanted it, and it was just a matter of getting it in, right? But I was naïve and had no idea how simplistic my views were.

  “Honey,” he ground out. “I want you to get my pole wet first.”

  I looked at him, puzzled.

  “But Mr. Jones, there’s pre-cum running all over your dick. Aren’t you wet enough already?” I asked innocently, reaching out one finger to touch the tip where the white cum flowed from, the source of the goodness. And oh god, it was my first time touching a penis and it felt so good. I circled his head, exploring a little, the glans puffy and deep purple, hard yet soft at once, slickly wet with his semen. And then I ran my little fist down his shaft, pumping it experimentally, tracing a vein delicately with my fingertip before playing with his balls down below.

  “Ahhh,” groaned the big man, his face growing strained, eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he growled roughly.

  I paused for a moment, my hand stilling.

  “Mr. Jones, don’t you like it?” I asked innocently, eyes wide, boobies jutting out to there. We were seated facing each other and my hard nipples could almost touch his chest, we were so close.

  “Fuck, you know I fucking love it,” he ground out. “But I want you to wet me with your juice.”

  Now I was really puzzled.

  “But how?” I cocked my head, spreading my legs to look down at my pussy. Of course the folds were wet and pulsing already, glistening under the light, swollen with orgasm and desire, but I didn’t see how exactly to get my pussy cream on him unless he put it in.

  The big man just shook his head, sensing my bewilderment.

  “Here,” he said, holding out a hand, “get up for a minute.”

  And I stood up for a moment as he lay back, his legs spread out with his dick in front of him, sticking straight up in the air. Fuck, it was really leaking now, a dripping faucet with a constant stream of cum oozing out the tip. It looked delicious and my mouth watered, dying to taste, but Mr. Jones had plans first.

  “Now straddle my legs,” he ground out roughly, “Careful, don’t fall.”

  And slowly, I brought myself down so that we were facing each other, my ass on his thighs, my legs parted so that my pussy was almost covering his balls. Giggling, I ground down a little on those sensitive testicles, loving the way the soft skin felt against my slick folds. Mmm, it was just so yummy.

  But Mr. Jones shot me a sharp look.

  “That’s it, honey, I want you to grind away but I want you to do it on my dick, do the camel toe slide.”

  A camel toe slide? What the fuck was that? But the big man was ready.

  “Baby,” he said hoarsely. “I’m gonna teach you how to ride my dick horizontally, rubbing that little kitty all over my fuckpole so you get it wet with your cream, and then you’re gonna sit down on me. Got it?”

  And I didn’t get it at all, but I loved the way it sounded so I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Just show me what to do, Mr. Jones, and I’ll do it,” I whispered.

  And groaning, he pulled his dick towards him so that it lay flat against his stomach.

  “Now mount it,” he commanded. “Get up and pull your pussy lips apart and then slide up and down my dick.”

  And slowly, I did as I was told. I hoisted myself on my knees and reached two fingers down to part my lips, baring my moist, wet kitty. And then I leaned forward, planting my pussy down on his shaft horizontally and began rubbing up and down.

  Fuck! It felt so good. I’d never dreamed about humping a man’s dick this way but it was fucking heaven, his shaft was so hot, so hard under my cunt, I could feel his veins throbbing beneath my own swollen flesh, and the angle was perfect.

  “That’s right,” the big man said hoarsely, his eyes hot on where we touched, where my pink folds parted so sweetly over his pole, glued to the giant shaft, gripping him tight. “Rub yourself up and down sweetheart, get me wet with your cunt juice. And make yourself feel good baby, rub that clit against my shaft while you do the slide.”

  And I arched my hips forward and back, dragging my nub along his shaft, teasing myself, teasing him, feeling the hot meat move slickly through my pussy lips. God, it was so fucking hot that I gushed more, the cream spilling out and smearing all over him as I slid back and forth along the big man’s fuckpole.

  “That’s it,” he rasped hoarsely, his eyes still glued to the nasty sight. “Keep creaming, get me wet with your fuckjuice.”

  And I went at it like a crazy girl then. I humped myself up and down, dragging my clit against his hot meat, the man staff making me tremble, jiggle an
d shiver. My nub of pleasure felt like it was going to explode and I kept gushing hot gust after hot gust of pussy cream, the fluids between us so copious, so overwhelming that we were both coated in white now.

  And the big man threw his head back and roared, his face tense with pleasure. I almost thought he’d come, but no, he was saving the best for last.

  “Now fuck me, little girl,” he commanded. “Fuck that big dick with your virgin pussy.”

  I gasped. I’d always thought it would be easier the first time if the man took charge, if he grabbed my hips and thrust in, it’d be done in half a second, my hymen busted and gone.

  But the big man chuckled deep in his chest, shaking his head.

  “No baby, I’ve always wanted to see a desperate virgin fuck herself onto my dick,” he rasped. “And that desperate virgin just happens to be you.”

  Oh god, oh god. Was I stuck in some kind of sick fantasy? Some kind of weird porn movie where I acted out a depraved scene? But the thing is that I did want Chris, I was so horny and willing that I was actually going to do what he ordered. So I lifted my hips, high up on my knees, and tried to lower myself down on his aching shaft.

  It was okay at first. My pussy lips kissed his dick tip, brushing gently, like a butterfly landing on a flower. And as I pressed down, they split, parting wetly over his head and oh god but he felt good and I moaned deep in my chest, my vaginal hole breached for the first time by a man’s stiff shaft. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

  “Keep going,” Chris ground out, his eyes never leaving my face. “Fuck that hungry kitty onto my dick, show me how much you want it.”

  And screwing up my face, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried again. Pushing down once more, I forced my pelvic area down so that a couple more inches of cock slid in, making me scream, shriek at the incredible fullness, the way my pussy lips hugged his cock, gripping him tight, my inner channel breached.