The Billionaire’s Kitten

“Two it is!” she sang. “Two of everything, and honey,” she confided to Kitty. “You’re lucky to have a husband who wants to have a dozen children. Most men who come in are anti-child, they want a Ferrari instead. So roll with it. Two of everything, coming right up!”

And with that, the saleslady bustled off, noting things on her clipboard, muttering to herself. That left Kitty and I alone, staring at each other.

“Gray, you don’t have to,” she whispered, curvy body quivering with shock. “You know you don’t have to.”

“I do,” I ground out affirmatively. “I absolutely do.”

She stared at me, brown eyes wide.

“But why? We’re not getting married for real.”

Ah, the million dollar question. I couldn’t explain it, I couldn’t provide an answer that made sense, so I shrugged like it was no big deal.

“It’s just money, it doesn’t matter,” came my dismissive grunt. “What’s the point of being rich if you don’t spend it?”

Kitty bit her lip, eyes unsure. But evidently she changed her mind about saying anything because the girl nodded, head down.

“I see,” was all she said. “I get it, makes sense. You’re gonna return it all afterwards right? After we get divorced?”

To be honest, I hadn’t thought of that. My thoughts hadn’t gone beyond imagining the fertile girl pregnant and heavy with my child, but no matter. Instead, I grunted again.

“Yeah, these places always take their shit back within thirty days. Especially if it’s unused.”

I meant unused because we wouldn’t have a baby in our arms by then, no one can find a baby within thirty days. But the girl’s eyes filled with tears, and she looked down, brown curls swinging down so they hid her face.

“Right, you’re going to return this all,” she choked out. “Return policy and all that. Sorry, don’t mind me, I’m don’t know what’s wrong.”

I grabbed Kitty’s chin, forcing the female to look at me. She was so beautiful, those brown eyes filled with tears, lips trembling uncontrollably. I wanted to smash my mouth down on hers, to ravage that sweet body, get her naked until she was screaming with pleasure, all thoughts of sad things blown away. But instead, I did something out of character. Gently, my lips descended to meet hers in a sweet, delectable kiss.

But it just made things even worse. Because oh shit, the moment our lips met, my body went haywire. If I’d been fighting a stiffie before, then the war was over because my cock was up and out, like a fucking hammer ready to do some pounding, pulsing insistently. It pressed into Katie’s stomach, hot and hard, making her gasp.

“Gray?” she murmured against my lips, hands fluttering against my shoulders. “Gray?”

And she wanted it. Oh yeah, my best girl wanted it, she loves getting pussy and ass fucked, even if we were in the middle of a furniture store. So I pressed my lips urgently against her ear.

“Baby I need to be inside you. Now,” I rasped urgently. The need was so intense that I was an animal, barely restraining myself.

But Kitty’s responsive to me, she knows what I need before I even know it myself. So she nodded imperceptibly, sweet breath hot on my neck.

“I know Gray,” she said in a low voice. “Because I need it too.”

I seized her eyes.

“Well what the fuck are we gonna do? We’re in a fucking public place, are we just gonna get it on on one of these model beds? Looks comfy baby, but anyone could see us.”

She looked around, breathing hard, those nips stiff under her thin blouse. Oh shit, I could feel them poking my chest, the proof of her desire. And even more I could already smell that wet cunt, the delectable female musk drifting up to fill my nostrils.

“This spot is too revealing,” she agreed softly. “It’s just an open area. But maybe over there by the side.”

Growling, I swung my head to take a look. Shit, it didn’t matter. I was moments from ravishing Kitty right here, other people be damned. So what if people saw me fuck my fiancée? That’s what engaged people do, right? They’re hot and horny for each other, otherwise they shouldn’t be getting married.

But the female’s got a sense of right and wrong, and she’s got boundaries. My girl is proper and sweet, and also dirty as hell at the same time. Perfect marriage material, if you ask me. Perfect marriage material? the voice in my head screamed. Holy fuck what is wrong with you?

But the thing is that I was grateful Kitty was even considering letting me fuck her in public. It was so disgusting and dirty, and yet fucking arousing too. So swiveling my head, I turned to look where she pointed, and the female was right. There was a garden furniture area, filled with huge, plastic palm trees, fake bushes, and what looked like a divan for lounging.