The Billionaire’s Kitten

Kitty gasped then.

“Two, three, or more?” she repeated in a whisper, disbelieving.

I nodded like it was no big deal.

“For sure. Like I said, I’ve been getting it on for a long time. You just happen to be the first one-on-one I’ve had in a while, and definitely the first time my mom’s caught me with only one female. So like I said, the opportunity’s perfect. You’re my precious, beloved fiancée, and I’ve given up my wild ways because I’m so in love with you.”

At the word “love,” the brunette’s mouth snapped shut. But then she shook her head again.

“But why?” Kitty asked in a low voice. “Why would you even need a fiancée? You’re a man of the world, why do you need to get married?”

I shrugged. This was my weak spot.

“Because of the family business,” I ground out. “My late father’s will and all that.”

Kitty blinked.

“I’m sorry?” she said. “Your father’s will says you have to be married?”

I shrugged.

“Yeah, Pops was a weird guy. Controlling, a total asshole, ruling the family and the hotel with an iron fist.”

Come to think of it, it wasn’t so different from me. But I went on, keeping my voice even.

“After Pops died, he stipulated that I couldn’t inherit unless I got married. Something having to do with ‘sowing my wild oats’ and all that bullshit.”

Yeah, I’d been rebellious as a young ‘un. After my second stint in juvie, Dad had re-written his will to include a ridiculous marriage clause, but so be it. Back then I wasn’t exactly a good guy, and I’m still not one. That’s why I was on the market for a fake fiancée, a girl I could use and then toss when the time was right.

Kitty bit her lip.

“So you need a fiancée, or you need a wife? Sounds like you actually have to get married,” she said in a low voice.

I grinned at her, voice smooth.

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Because you’re right. We need to get married and stay married for a while to convince my father’s lawyers that it’s real. So that’s why I need a month of your time. We’ll tie the knot and then boom, after a month, it’s done.”

Kitty’s lip trembled then, but her voice came out curiously strong.

“So you mean divorce right?” she said. “We’d be divorced after a month?”

I nodded nonchalantly.

“That’s right. Trust me, divorce ain’t a big deal, I know a bunch of guys who are divorced. Doesn’t hurt your chances on the marriage market later. If anything, some ladies eat it up.”

The girl nodded.

“I know, my parents are divorced themselves, and then remarried too,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. “But what else? Are you expecting to … ?” Her voice trailed off.

I quirked an eyebrow.

“Am I expecting to what?”

The girl flushed beautifully.

“You know, if we’re married,” she stammered, biting her lip. “Are you expecting to …?”

I stepped in.

“Am I expecting to get it on with your sweet body? Like dick in vagina? Cum pumping and all that?”

The brunette nodded, her face scarlet. It was fucking hysterical. I’d just been deep in that puss not a minute before and yet Kitty couldn’t talk about sex without being embarrassed.

“Yes,” came her small voice. “Are you, Gray?”

I paused.

“Well, I wasn’t before,” my low voice ground out. “But seeing that we’ve already done it, yeah, I fully expect you to be a wife to me. In all ways.”

Her body started quivering, those big boobs shaking, and I knew I’d made the right decision. Because fuck yeah, I wanted to fuck those tits. I wanted to run my shaft up and down between their soft bellies, I wanted to pummel that cunt again, in addition to having her ass screw my dick. Oh yeah, I intended to have a lot of fun with my girl before our month was up.

But Kitty wasn’t having it.

“No!” she breathed. “I can’t. I mean, we’ve done it already, but there’s no need to do it again.”

I shook my head grimly.

“Naw, you’ve got it all wrong baby girl. Now that I’ve tasted that pussy, now that I’ve sampled your interior canal, sex is definitely part of the bargain. Mandatory. Or else I’ll find another girl, no worries.”

Kitty bit her lip again, chin trembling. But then her shoulders straightened resolutely.

“If I say yes,” she murmured softly. “If I say yes, then I’ll have to ask for more.”

My eyebrows shot up then.

“More than one hundred thou for a month? Seriously?”

The brunette nodded resolutely.

“I’m a virgin,” she whispered. “You know that because …. Well, you know. So I’ll have to charge more if you want to take me again.”

I pretended to think about it. Of course, I’d be happy to pay whatever to get this girl seated on my dick again, but everyone’s gotta feel like they’ve negotiated a good deal. So I shook my head, regretful.