The Billionaire’s Kitten

Holy shit, what was I saying? What was this crap about “forever”? But the thing is that it’s right. It was so right, sitting here in the furniture store, my cock crammed down a sweet virgin’s throat, her nude, lush body wet and open to my stare. It was right to fuck her, it was right to tease that snatch until it creamed, and it was right to do all sorts of nasty any way we wanted, anywhere we wanted. It feels right with Kitty, and fuck … but I’m a doomed motherfucker now.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kitty

I can’t believe that actually happened. Gray and I had sex in the furniture store, he plowed me with his fingers, giving me the most delicious orgasm right there on a furniture display. Oh my god, oh my god. What’s happened to me? I used to be shy, good girl Kitty, and now I’m letting strange men fuck me in public places? Oh god.

But the thing is that it was good. It was better than good, it was mind-blowing and staggeringly right. It was fun afterwards, the two of us laughing quietly as we pulled on our clothes, stumbling together towards the door, ignoring the scandalized looks of the staff.

“No worries they’ll get paid,” grunted Gray, not even looking their way.

The salespeople’s eyes bugged out of their head, mouths open as we staggered out of the store.

“But it’s so bad,” I whispered, trying to hide my face against Gray’s shoulder. “It’s so bad. We were so loud,” I whispered again.

That was true. Our initial attempt to be quiet had evaporated in about two seconds. Instead, I’d gone at it like a freakin’ hyena, screaming and groaning, crying out “Gray, fuck me, fuck me!” more than a few times.

But the big man didn’t care at all.

“Naw, no worries little girl. I’m gonna buy everything in the store to make it up to them. It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. “We need new furniture anyways.”

I gasped, seizing his arm.

“Everything in the store? But- but, that’s so much money!” I stammered.

The big man chuckled deep in his chest.

“It’s not a lot when you’ve got as much as I do,” he tossed off carelessly. “Besides, we have to get that divan now. It’s soaked through with your juices,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

I gaped at him for a moment, but then my sense of humor kicked in.

“And with your semen,” I retorted with a coy smile. “And with gallons of your DNA, it smells like you, Gray.”

The alpha threw his head back and laughed then, flashing even white teeth.

“And my sperm,” he acknowledged. “Absolutely baby, I filled you up until you overflowed.”

My cheeks grew red then, breasts going hot at the memory. Because oh god, yes, there’d been so much male seed. It was everywhere, trailing down my chin, my breasts, covering my little tummy and even dripping down to my puss.

But as we got into the car, I turned to him, eyes wide.

“Gray,” I breathed. “We have to talk.”

Normally words like that put someone on edge, but the billionaire was completely cool and confident, looking over his shoulder as he put the Mercedes in reverse.

“What baby girl? What can Daddy do for you?”

The deep undertone of his voice made me tingle deep inside, pussy starting to sizzle. Stop it Kitty! Went the voice in my head. Be serious, this is a serious topic.

So taking a deep breath, I glanced at him from across the stick shift.

“Daddy, we haven’t been using anything,” I said tentatively. “And I’m not on birth control.”

Gray didn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah that’s perfect because we’re having a dozen kids, remember? We bought two nursery sets just in case.”

The thought of children with this man made my heart flutter. What would it be like to grow heavy with his child? What would it be like to give birth to a little boy with Gray’s blue eyes and black hair, sweet and dimpled? But the voice in my head spoke up again. Stop this shit, it screamed. Stop it, Kitty Jones, you’re nothing but an employee to this guy. So give the fairy tales a break and get with real life.

The pain in my soul stung, but I forced myself to turn and look at the big man again.

“Gray,” I began slowly. “What we have, it’s hot, it’s exciting, but being a parent is completely not part of our contract. Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head firmly. “So we’ve got to do something. I’ll see the doctor about getting on the pill, but in the meantime, we have to use condoms. We have to.”

Gray’s expression didn’t change, his eyes fixed on the road, but a muscle twitched in that strong jaw involuntarily. Oh god, was I in trouble now?

But he didn’t address the issue head-on.