“Unnnh, unnnh!” I cried out, almost screaming now. And then, I did it. I dug my own grave.
“Gray, I love you!” I shrieked in the middle of a particularly violent spasm, juices gushing. “Oh god, Gray!”
Oh no, what had I done? Why did I blurt out my innermost secret? Why did I lose it, now, so close to the end? All I had to do was wait for the divorce papers, the hotel was already his. So why did I have to give this man control over me? He didn’t need it. He didn’t need me anymore, I was just leftover goods.
But evidently, Gray loved the words because he fucked his fingers into me then.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, pussy clamping around the hard digits, savoring the feel of him inside. “Unnnh oh god!”
“Yeah, that’s right baby girl,” he ground out hoarsely. “Let me hear you say it again. Tell me how much you love me,” he said, voice rough.
And I had to do as he commanded. I belong to this man, and no matter how humiliating things got, no matter how terrible the situation was, I could no longer deny the truth.
“I love you Daddy!” I screamed again as another shower of sparks crackled through my cunt. “I love you unnnh!”
And with that, it was all over. Because the secret’s out, everything’s out, and there’s no way to go back. Oh god, oh god, what have I done?
But as the sensations rolled, as I collapsed, exhausted and trembling against that hard male body, Gray did something strange. He hauled me into his lap, cuddling me against that hard chest and murmured into my ear.
“Daddy loves you too, baby girl,” he ground out in a low voice, that huge hard snake pressing in my stomach. Oh god, he was going to put it in me, and my pussy wanted it desperately, juicing once more. But I couldn’t take it. I’d already lost every vestige of self-respect and I couldn’t take more of the same, I couldn’t keep going on with this farce.
So with all my strength, I pushed against his chest, resisting.
“I can’t do this anymore, Gray. Not again,” I cried out pitifully, heart breaking. “Please don’t say that. Please don’t.”
But the big man wasn’t deterred. He pulled me nearer, curvy form so close to him that we were almost one.
“Don’t say what?” he rumbled soothingly. “That I love you? That you love me? That we belong together?”
“Yes exactly!” I cried out, sitting up again, my voice breaking. “This is a fake marriage, remember? And I can’t … I can’t … I can’t do it anymore, I’m sorry,” I whispered brokenly. “I’m sorry.”
But the billionaire stroked my head like I really was a kitten, whispering soothingly against my hair even as that rock hard member nudged my behind.
“The thing is baby girl, that I really do love you,” he ground out in my ear. “And if you’ll have me, I’d like to stay married. For real this time, no more bullshit.”
My heart started pounding in my chest, so fast and violent I was sure he could hear it. But I didn’t raise my head, not trusting myself. I was too fragile, overcome with hope.
“What do you mean?” came my tiny voice. “What do you mean?”
The alpha chuckled deeply.
“What I mean is that we should stay married,” he rumbled. “What do you think of that, baby girl? For real this time, Mrs. Channing?”
This time I raised wide brown eyes to him.
“But you’ve already paid me,” I said woodenly. “I took the money the first day.”
He shook his head slowly, a smile quirking the edge of his lips.
“That cash is nothing,” he rumbled. “And I wouldn’t expect less from a smart girl. What I’m saying, sweetheart, is that I’ve fallen in love with you the real way. And I want to make it legit between us, not just on paper.”
I glanced at him sideways, lips trembling.
“But why?” I asked, voice low. “You already have everything, why would you need me, someone with nothing to offer?”
He stared at me once hard, eyes going dark.
“Because I practically tore this place apart when you went missing. For two hours, I was a fucking bull in a china shop, going crazy looking for you. Me,” he growled roughly. “The guy who has everything went nuts over one tiny female. Can you believe it?”
“And baby,” he continued, grabbing my hand. “Why do you say you have nothing to offer? You have these tits, this sweet pussy, and most of all, that big, beautiful brain and sweet, sparkling personality. Why do you say you have nothing?”
I took a deep breath, letting myself relax as rightness flooded over me then, a warm, golden heat, soothing my soul. Because if Gray had said it was only about my body, the way I cream at the slightest touch of his dick, how I worship that hot pole, I would have walked.
But evidently, the billionaire loves me for real. He loves me for who I am. He loves me for my ups and downs, my conversation, in addition to the way the physical crackles between us. He loves the way we always have things to say to each other, the words never growing dull, the repartee lively and vivid. And best of all, I adore him too. Gray’s my dream come true, a dark alpha who came out of nowhere to make me a deal. A sordid one for sure, but one that I took with open eyes.
So I took a deep breath.
“Are you sure, Mr. Channing? I have to know because if you change your mind,” I choked. “I might die.”
The big man swooped down, claiming my lips with his.
“Change my mind? Why would I do that? You’re everything to me, Kitty Jones, everything. After I went fucking insane looking for you, I realized what was wrong. I have everything I want in life, and that includes you. You, pretty girl, mean the world to me and I can’t wait to make everything right. Forever, honey, for the next oh, fifty years or so.”
And feelings welled up in my chest, so powerful, so emotional, that I couldn’t speak for a moment. Instead, I turned my eyes to Gray and merely kissed him, imbuing the touch with everything I felt.
“Yes, Mr. Channing,” I murmured. “Yes. Forever.”
So despite our crazy start, things have worked out well. More than well, absolutely spectacular because our relationship is out of this world. Maybe it began as a transaction, and there was money paid for my body, but somehow, it’s evolved into so much more. Our souls are entwined, hands clasped, and gazing into those deep blue eyes, I can feel how right it is.
Because who says fake marriages can’t work? Our fake marriage morphed into something real, I went from pretend fiancée to wedded and bedded bride within a month flat. And with Grayson Channing by my side, life’s only gonna be full of more adventure, more excitement, as well as the comfort and security of being with a true alpha. Because I’m Daddy’s kitten … and I purr only for him.
EPILOGUE
Kitty
“Oh god,” I moaned, writhing uncontrollably. “Oh god, oh god.”
I was pressed face down on the bed, my man licking my puss from behind. Gray’s so good at this, he’s always been a master but now that we’ve been married for a year, he’s improved.
Yeah, a guy who’s touched so many pussies that it’s second nature, has actually upped his game. Because Grayson knows what I like now, exactly how I like it. He knows to bury his tongue up deep in my snatch, almost hitting my cervix, before pulling out and laving my clit. He knows that I like getting my pretty nub alternately licked and sucked, his mouth like a dedicated vacuum doing its work.
And as if on cue, I burst. My pussy shattered in a million tremors, juicing wetly, pouring rivulets of sweet cream.
“Unnnh Daddy!” I cried out, cheek pressed against the mattress as my hands scrabbled at the sheets. “Unnnh!”
Gray moaned appreciatively into my streaming cunt.
“Fuck yeah baby girl,” he ground out. “Get Daddy’s face wet, get it fucking drenched.”
But then the alpha did something unexpected. Because instead of drinking hungrily and letting my nectar gush down his throat, he pulled away quickly and shoved a dildo into me.
“Unnnnh,” I gr
ound out, savoring the deep plunge. My cunt gripped that plastic like a hungry dog, spasming furiously. “Unnnh, unnh, feels so good.”
Gray laughed darkly behind me, pushing and pulling the thick toy between my plush folds.
“That’s right, get it wet for Daddy,” he ground out. “Daddy’s wetting his fake dick in your slutty cunt.”
I moaned again, breathing hard and sighing. Because sometimes we do this. Sometimes he pushes a fat dildo up into my puss, juicing it up, getting it slick and gooey. And then yeah, I stick it up his butt.
Is that bad? Is it back to fuck an alpha male in his ass? I don’t know, but what I do know is that there’s something incredible about seeing a man as powerful and virile as Gray with a huge toy stuck in his back hole. It’s amazing to see those sculpted shoulders shaking with lust, the heavily muscled back and tense tree trunk thighs held tight as I slowly push a juicy toy into his anus.
And this is what life is like for us now. We’re on an even plane now, it’s not so much alpha billionaire and young, penniless girl anymore. Our relationship has evolved so that believe or not, I call some of the shots now. I’m in charge, and it’s a nice feeling. It shakes things up, letting us alternate between master / commander and sweetly willing sub.
But tonight, Gray had a different kind of play in mind. Because as I turned to look at him over a shoulder, my eyes flew open.
“Daddy,” I gasped, “What is that? What’s going on?”
He chuckled deep in his throat.
“This honey, is a strap-on. I just fucked you with the dick part.”
Of course I knew that. The huge plastic cock was buried in my pussy at the moment, stretching me out, cunt still creaming. But I could also see that this dick was attached to a contrapment of sorts, with lots of black straps and buckles.
“But what?” I managed to breathe. “Ummm!”
The fat cock felt so good, and Gray was still pumping it in and out slowly.
“Because baby, you’re gonna use it on me. You’re gonna peg Daddy today, pushing this big dildo up my ass.”
My eyes flew open.
“Really?” I breathed. “Like a man does to a woman?”
That dark grin flashed, eyes hot.
“Absolutely, baby girl. Now up, let’s get this thing on you.”
And with a disgusting squelching sound, he pulled the toy from my pussy. It was so fucking nasty, reappearing between my legs, flesh-colored and dripping wet, totally soaked through.
“Oh yeah,” rumbled Daddy approvingly, staring at the toy. “Oh fuck yeah, getting it lubed up in your puss was definitely the right way to go. Now let me help you put it on, sweet thing.”
And with that, a few snaps here and there, a tug and a pull, it was on me. I gasped, looking between my legs. The black straps fastened around my waist and between my legs so that the dildo protruded from my pussy like a real dick, like I was a man with a pulsing, glistening cock.
“Are you sure Daddy?” I murmured softly. My small hand reached out to play with the tip, drawing slowly along one of the bulging veins. “Are you sure you can take it?”
And Gray is one nasty motherfucker because he grunted, blue eyes flashing hungrily.
“There’s only one way to see, pretty girl, and that’s to try.”
Without further ado, he got onto his hands and knees, that huge masculine body virile, bursting with toned, tanned muscle, dick so hard it leaked onto the bedspread. But most of all, there was that asshole. There was that brown pucker, tiny and tight, beckoning between his ass cheeks.
And I went for it. Kneeling in back of the big man, I began my penetration, letting the dicktip kiss his brown star.
“Umph,” he grunted hoarsely, head dropping between those massive shoulders. “Ummph, ummph.”
Oh god, this was so fucking wrong. I was wearing a strap-on, in bed with the man of my dreams. And he was letting me fuck his ass with the toy, breaching that tiny, private space.
But this is us. Gray and I are on the same wavelength, and again, our relationship has matured so that we take turns being the leader. And in this particular instance, I’m the spearhead. I’m the one who’s in charge, paving the way, showing him a good time.
So leaning forward, I stroked one small hand up that broad back.
“It’s gonna be okay, Daddy-O,” I mewled coyly. “Let your ass relax and baby will take over.”
Fuck, it was so arousing to see the billionaire huge and powerful, crouched over as I owned his tight pleats. But yeah, it was happening and with a deep inhale, Gray relaxed.
“Do it,” he ground out, still commanding. “Do it.”
And with that, I pushed my hips forward, the giant toy shaft sliding into Daddy’s butt all the way. It was fucking obscene, his tight anal ring gripping the pink plastic toy, so stretched and pummeled, the big man panting from strain.
“Unnnh,” he breathed heavily, big body jerking involuntarily. “Unnh, fuck.”
“Oh god,” I giggled. “Daddy you’re so good at it, it went in on one stroke. Daddy you’re so good.”
And Gray grunted then.
“You know it baby girl, you know it. Fuck that ass good, do it sweet thing,” he ground out.
I giggled again, stroking that massive bronze body, savoring the feel of heavy muscle.
“Will do,” I mewled. “Just like you ordered, Mr. Channing.”
And going to town, I drilled my man’s tiny asshole, making the alpha grunt and come like a hurricane.
So yeah, I started out as a lowly cocktail waitress at the Milano, a Cinderella with nothing to her name. There were no evil stepsisters, and no evil stepmother because in fact, my mother in law is a dream. Rhonda has been kind and then some because she, more than anyone else, knows what Gray is like. Her son is amazing, confident and assured, with a wild side that drives me nuts.
And yes, Grayson Channing is my Prince Charming. The billionaire alpha has made it possible for me to continue going to school, to get an internship at the Milano, and to finish my studies in Hotel Management. It helps to be married to the CEO of a hotel, and I’ve been lucky that way. But even more, I’ve been lucky to meet my match, a man so domineering, confident and assured, that he’s able to hand me the reins on occasion. He’s able to let the woman in his life take the steering wheel, and today, that happened.
“FUUUUCK!” Gray roared, eyes flying open as I banged him again in the butt, big dick jerking. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I cooed once more.
“Don’t worry Daddy, your kitten’s got it covered,” came my purr.
And of course, I meant every word of it. Because we’re a pair, we take care of each other, and there’s no other way to live life. Grayson Channing is mine, and I’m his … in all ways, together and forever, until death do us part.
THE END
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The Wicked Virgin
An Office Romance
(Erotic Romance)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
ABOUT THE BOOK
Tammy’s got a drawer full of s*x toys at work. Guess what happens when her billionaire boss finds out?
Nick Martin was the ultimate alpha male. He was a billionaire CEO, handsome as sin and dirty as all get out while I was just a lowly typist in the company pool. But when Mr. Martin found my secret drawer …
I was screwed …
In more ways than one …
Twisted around and bent over …
And all I could say is, “Mr. Boss Man, do I get a RAISE now?”
Note: This is an office romance between a lowly intern and an alpha billionaire. Realistic? Heck, no! But give in to your wildest fantasies and come on board for the ride!
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PROLOGUE
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p; Nick
I strode through the basement of the luxury office building, my long legs eating up the hall. It was deserted, the hum of machines vibrating, the clank of an elevator switching into gear. But a low moan reached my ears before sliding into a high-pitched whine, punctuated by a breathy, muted gasp. What the fuck?
My steps slowed until I was standing in front of the women’s restroom. Another gasp rang out, followed by a shriek and then a full-on scream of ecstasy, the walls of the restroom turning the place into an echo chamber. By now my dick was ramrod straight and I pushed the door open, sure I was going to catch some couple in flagrante, fucking each other up against the wall.
But instead there was only one woman in the restroom. Or a girl, more accurately, with her skirt hitched up, panties discarded, one heel high up on the counter so that her bare snatch glistened under the restroom lights. God, I’d never seen such a beautiful cunt before. It was pink, puffy, running wetly, cream trailing down her thighs all the way to her ankle, a wet spot pooling on the tile.
And the girl was playing with herself.
One hand held her snatch open so that her clit was on view, the hard nub pulsing, throbbing with pleasure as she traced a delicate finger in circles around the bud. Her snatch jerked again and more cream worked itself out, spilling wetly from her hole.
But the brunette just kept teasing, moaning deep in her throat, throwing her head back with no idea that she had a witness. Her big boobs heaved and swayed as she continued to finger, this time hitching the skirt up even higher so that her ass was bared.
And I watched, dick on fire, as her other hand circled in back to her butt, tickling her cheeks, wandering into that deep crack, a musty crevice that I could smell even from my position by the door. I took a deep breath, there’s nothing like the scent of mixed pussy cream and back hole, I fucking love it and my dick was about to explode from the excitement.
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