The Billionaire’s Kitten

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 ground 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?”