The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “I accept,” I said softly, breathing against his mouth. “I love you, Peter Parker, and thank you for turning your life upside down so that we can be together.”

  But the big man wasn’t done. In the middle of our kiss, he gripped my chin with his hand, looking at me intently.

  “But it means that there’s no going back, honey,” he said roughly. “I do this and you’re out to your parents. You’re telling them that you live with me now, that you’re in school but that we’re a couple, a couple in love. No beating around the bush, baby, no lies, no what-ifs or maybes. Because we’re together one hundred percent and I’m gonna try to get you pregnant.”

  I colored then. A baby? Oh my god … and suddenly my heart overflowed with feeling. Because I wanted it. I wanted it to happen, and it was absolutely right. No more “seeing how the land lies,” or “if I get pregnant, then we’ll see what happens.” Instead, I wanted to do it purposefully, I wanted to feel life within me, to let Mr. Parker’s seed flower, for him to take me again and again as our child grew within. It was right, and I could feel the rightness deep in my soul, in my heart.

  “Yes,” I said gently. “I want it too, I want your baby, and I’ll tell Jim and Trish, no ifs, ands, or buts. I’ll tell them that it’s part of the plan, that it’ll all work out, that I’m having your baby because it will all work out, I know it will,” I breathed, leaning forward for another kiss.

  And the big man groaned then, drawing me close.

  “I love you,” he ground out. “I love you, Amanda Smith, and I promise to do my best to make life sweet for you. I’ll put in all my resources, my time, my money, my heart and soul into making you happy, into making our little family happy. You mean so much to be, baby girl, and I can’t let you go, ever.”

  And what could I say then? My heart’s desire was coming true, and there was absolutely nothing else I wanted in this world other than the big man and his heartfelt devotion, his utter commitment to being together, to making “us” more than a dream, a true reality.

  So I inhaled once more, slowly, and gazed into those deep blue eyes.

  “I know, Mr. Parker,” I murmured. “And I accept,” I said with finality.

  Because there would be many challenges ahead on the road ahead. Heck, one baby? More like two or three if I could have my way, and that was only the beginning. There was still the move, finishing my degree, pursuing a career, raising a family, and all of this while loving, fighting, talking and sharing, finding ourselves in each other again and again. But going forwards, we’d face the challenges together. Together, we could overcome whatever life threw our way. And with a little joint effort, a little shared elbow grease, nothing would be so big or scary as to be impossible. So I kissed him again, this man who was my heart’s desire … because life is really just one big adventure and with Mr. Parker by my side, it was only just beginning.

  EPILOGUE

  Pete

  Six years later …

  “Oh god,” she moaned, writhing beneath me. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

  And I grinned although Mandy couldn’t see it.

  “That’s right baby,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. “Quiet, so the kids can’t ear.”

  Because the beautiful brunette has given me the most incredible gifts. Not one baby, not two or even three … but four children. Together, we have four babies and with Violet as our eldest, that makes five total.

  But right now, I was only focused on making our family even larger. Because with each pregnancy, my girl has become more luscious, more beautiful. Those huge tits have gotten bigger breastfeeding child after child, and oh fuck, but her ass was a mountain of white flesh, so juicy and succulent that I could hardly prevent myself from coming immediately, spurting my seed into her in wave after wave, shooting life deep into her insides.

  But there was something I wanted Mandy to do. Because the sex play between us is still strong. Oh yeah, after six years, we’re still going at it like rabbits in heat, whenever we get a moment alone, the clothes are off and my baby is showing me her pussy, letting me touch her twat, stroke her so she comes. But today, I had something dirty in mind, so nasty and delicious that my balls got tight just thinking about it.

  The sweet woman was bent over our bureau at the moment, breasts smooshed against the surface as I pounded her from behind, hands scrabbling for something to grip as she moaned, cheek pressed against the wood. And gently, I seized one of her tiny fists, pulling it around her back, unclenching her fingers.

  “That’s right baby, that’s right,” I murmured. “Feel my dick in you, feel how big and thick it is, and you know what? It’s gonna feel even better once you’ve got a finger in your ass.”

  She squealed then, a sharp jolt running through her cunt, clenching hard on my dick.

  “Oh god, oh god, Peter, yes,” she moaned. “Put a finger in my anus, I want it, I want it.”

  But I chuckled low in my throat then.

  “No baby, not my finger in your ass. Your finger,” I corrected gently. “You’re gonna finger yourself as I fuck you honey, that’s right, slip one in.”

  The brunette’s eyes flew open then, big caramel pools turning to look at me wide-eyed over a slim shoulder.

  “Mr. Parker,” she gasped. “Mr. Parker!”

  And I chuckled low in my throat. Because yeah, I wanted to see the girl finger her butthole as I fucked her vagina, it was gonna be the sassiest show around. So without missing a beat, I uncurled her hand and guided her middle digit towards her crevice.

  “Right there, baby,” I growled, still going deep with my penis, pushing her hand forwards. “Right there, put it in.”

  And with a low moan, head tipped to the sky, eyes dropping closed, the beautiful brunette did it. As I slid my dick deep into her twat, her slim middle finger went up her butthole and fuck, but the sight was amazing. A woman buttfucking herself as I fucked her pussy? Oh yeah, right up my alley, one hundred percent just my thing, I fucking ate it up.

  And that about sums up our relationship. Mandy is my everything, the answer to my questions, the sum of all parts, the other half to my whole. Because she’s smart, worldly, with an amazing sense of humor and the sassiest, sweetest personality I’ve ever met. Sure, it wasn’t easy telling her parents that we’d moved in together, that I’d up and left New Jersey to take up fucking their daughter full-time, but the little girl handled it with a grace I’d never expected.

  “Mom, calm down,” she’d said patiently into the phone. “Didn’t you hear me? Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m still finishing my degree.”

  I couldn’t hear exactly what Trish was saying, but the furious squawking on the other side told me everything.

  But their daughter was unruffled despite the fact she was clearly getting a verbal beating. Without missing a beat, Mandy took another bite of her sandwich, another sip of soup, while listening on the phone. Hey, being pregnant is hard work and the girl was eating for two.

  “I know, I know,” she said patiently again. “You don’t have to worry. No, he didn’t take advantage of me, I’m eighteen. Yes, eighteen makes everything legal, I’m an adult now. He’s forty. Yes, Mom, I know it’s a big age gap, but it works for us.”

  And I shook my head with admiration. Hell, if it’d been me on the phone, I would have been shouting my head off, losing my cool and flying off the handle, veins bulging in my forehead. But my girl was different, she could juggle irate parents while eating a meal, all the while pregnant and cramming for classes.

  And that’s why Mandy’s perfect for me, for us. Because with five kids, we’ve both got our hands full, what between play dates, school, extracurricular activities, and three nannies. Yeah, with this many kids, we need the extra hands and the money we spend on nannies, a cook, and a driver is completely worth it. But Mandy is an efficient manager, organizing everything so that our household runs like clockwork, smooth as cream, everyone happy save the occasional child throwing a tantrum.

  And you know what? Thi
s is my life now and I love it. I’ve got my hands full with a job, kids, a loving wife, and I couldn’t ask for more. There is literally nothing that I’d wish for, except perhaps a few more orgasms for the beautiful brunette currently touching herself in front of me. So putting in my best effort, I grabbed those fleshy hips and drove in deep, feeling that slick channel squeeze my dick. Oh yeah, Mandy was so tight, so small still even after giving birth, that it never took long.

  “Finger yourself,” I grunted, eyes fixed on that nasty little digit in her hole. “Keep going, I can feel you stroking yourself through your ass wall.”

  And the brunette just moaned, head dropping forward, those brown curls drifting over her shoulders.

  “Yes, Peter, yes, Mr. Parker, this is what I want, this is what I want,” she chanted. And with another loud, guttural moan, another jerk of my hips, we both came, shattering with ecstasy.

  “Fuuuck!” I roared, grabbing that fine, curvy form to me, pressing her vag tight against my hips as I bucked and shot, loads of white spraying her interior passage. “Fuck!”

  And the way Mandy creamed around me, screaming as her pussy spasmed, clenching, drawing my sperm ever deeper into her body, gave me all the answers. This union would be a fertile one, a successful shot at heaven, and in nine months, I had a distinct feeling that my woman would be growing round once more with our sixth child, proof again of our love for one another. Because my eighteen year-old babysitter, so luscious and firm, delicious and tantalizing, was having my babies now, one after the other … and it was absolutely right because I’d fallen head over heels for the woman of my dreams.

  THE END

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  The Curvy Girl Takes Two Men

  ~An Erotic MFM Paranormal Tale~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER ONE

  Jurlique watched him from beneath her lashes. He was gorgeous. And huge. At least six five, with chestnut hair waving off his forehead, deep hooded eyes that promised satisfaction, and a full, mobile mouth made of wet dreams. He was built like a warrior – heavy pecs, muscled arms, and thick thighs which looked like tree trunks. Jurlique licked her lips in anticipation.

  Too bad that he couldn’t see her. Not really, at least. As a serving woman at the coven, she went about her work each day swathed in an oversize gray robe, which hid her shapely figure and luscious curves. The hood was up, as was customary for all servants, shielding her blonde hair and angelic face, eyes the deep blue of sapphires.

  Jurlique quietly continued serving the savory roast pheasant to the warrior males at the table, making no sound except for the most dulcet, “More sir?” at intervals, her movements gracious and demure.

  He seemed to sense her even from across the room, watching her closely as she gracefully balanced the silver platter and tongs, moving around the table slowly as the males broke their fast after a long day of sleep.

  As she approached his side of the table, he gave out a rumble of laughter, jesting with one of the other males. They were both dressed for leisure, one of the few days off from the hunt. He wore a black cashmere v-neck sweater that hugged his biceps and charcoal slacks which framed his long legs.

  What she wouldn’t give for a taste of the male, thought Jurlique. As a serving woman, she existed for the pleasure of the male vampires and their guests. The women waited on their masters hand and foot, and serviced the few verlahen, or female succubi, at the coven.

  At the moment there was only one verlahen in training, and Lucinda was a handful. Jurlique was glad she was done serving the intensely sexual female.

  In the meantime, as she rounded the table towards the big male, Jurlique felt a faint flush creep up her body, heat suffusing her face and throat.

  “More sir?” she murmured quietly, the faintest tremble of her body the only sign betraying her attraction.

  “Yes, thank you,” he replied graciously, watching as she placed a piece of juicy pheasant onto his plate, ladling the gravy with care. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of orange blossom emanating from her cloaked figure. He then turned to speak with the male next to him, silently dismissing her. Jurlique moved onto the next diner, again offering the roast pheasant.

  The big male definitely hadn’t noticed her, and the faintest twinge of regret ran through her as she returned to the kitchen for her own meal.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Lukas stretched lazily, his muscled arms almost touching the ceiling in the narrow passageway. He was a guest of the New England coven, an emissary from California sent to discuss the imminent danger to the nereid world. The vampires knew that the continued encroachment of human activity put the nereids’ watery home at risk of extinction.

  Already, the nereid population was shrinking, driving the species to seek human mates and creating weak, half-breed offspring. The half-breeds appeared 100% human in most cases, and had no supernatural powers.

  Lukas kept walking, his long strides eating up the distance in the narrow stone passageway. No nereids had shown their faces at the coven yet, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing their slippery tails.

  As he tightened the rough terrycloth towel around his waist, his mind wandered to the pleasures ahead of him. As customary for vampires, each coven hosted its guests in the utmost style. Visitors were waited on hand and foot by serving women, who ensured that every detail was perfect.

  Another luxury was access to the coven’s facilities, including state of the art gyms, training rooms, and recovery rooms. Most covens carved deep caverns into their facilities, sparing no luxury in appointing their spas with the latest high-tech saunas. Exotic massages, scrubs, and other luxury services were also available at the requests of guests.

  As Lukas approached the mighty bathing cavern, a fragrant gust of fine tropical mist enveloped him, apprising him of the pleasure to come. He came to an archway made of stone, and gazed at the scene below.

  A large pool had been carved into the rock formation, thirty feet below where Lukas now stood. The water was steamy and yet relatively clear, enabling him to see the blue tiles inlaid on the floor and sides. Again, no expense had been spared – the mosaics formed an intricate jewel-colored sunburst on the floor of the pool with exquisite motifs of birds and mythical animals.

  The temperature of the water was fairly hot, judging from the mist which hung in the air. Lukas could see a male relaxing in one corner of the pool, heavy arms outstretched on the pool edge, surrounded by a bevy of nude females who gently lathered him with suds.

  Rose petals limned the surface of the water, and the women no doubt held basins containing scented oils which they gently rubbed on the large male. The vampire gave a great sigh of satisfaction and opened his bright blue eyes, seeing the visitor.

  “Lukas, join me,” he gestured with a massive hand. “The rose bath is something that you shouldn’t miss during your stay here,” he chuckled. “Our ladies ensure that it is a most enjoyable experience.”

  “Not afraid to come out smelling like a woman, Oribe?” Lukas asked as he strode towards the group. He dropped his towel to the floor and stood nude by the edge of the pool before descending into its glittery depths. The serving women glanced at him appreciatively, taking in his heavily muscled frame complemented by a massive penis, as least ten inches in length even when flaccid. More than a few of the serving women felt their bodies grow hot in the mix of water and oils.

  “Not at all,” chuckled Oribe in return. The large vampire gave his head a slight shake, his damp dark locks spraying fine droplets of water onto the breasts of the women surrounding him. “The experience itself is enough to make you want to smell like a courtesan.”

  As Lukas waded waist deep into the clear waters, he detected an undercurrent amidst the heady scent of roses. A fai
nt trace of orange blossom emanated from one of the women, and he immediately recognized the servant from the dining room.

  He had noticed her despite the heavy gray robe shrouding her face and figure. Her gestures had been graceful and gentle, and he had sensed, rather than seen, her faint trembling while she served the roast pheasant. He’d been intrigued.

  As he neared the small group, the warm mist cleared slightly so that he could see the woman with the orange blossom scent. She was utterly beautiful. Heavy blonde hair framed the face of a Venus de Milo, with a figure to match. She was amply built, with enormous breasts which swayed temptingly with her movements, and soft arms meant for stroking. Her flesh was pure peaches and cream, dimpled like that of the Venus herself. He felt himself grow hard at the sight of her, watching the trail of her narrow waist disappear below the water.

  Noticing Lukas’s distraction with Jurlique, Oribe chuckled to himself. He mentally congratulated himself for asking the woman to accompany him to the spas this evening. He was building alliances for the upcoming Nereid meeting, and a little uninhibited sex with a beautiful woman was always one way to make friends.

  “I see you like the looks of this serving woman,” said Oribe, his deep voice rumbling with amusement, beckoning the voluptuous blonde closer. He gestured for her to sit in his lap, gently cupping one of her luscious breasts with a large hand.

  “Yes, I noticed her at the daily meal today,” replied Lukas. “She was unusually deft and the lilt of her voice melodious.”

  “It’s not unusual for our serving women to be charming,” said Oribe. “The New England Brotherhood is like all other covens. We honor our past verlahen by permitting them to stay at the coven. They remain in service, even though they may no longer be of breeding age. Jurlique here has been at this coven for three hundred years,” he said, lightly squeezing a nipple.