The Billionaire’s Kitten

“Daddy!” I screamed as another hot lash of white spattered my chin. “Daddy!”

And oh god, there was so much sperm that I was swimming in it. Gray’s semen ran all over me, face and breasts coated with the stuff, dripping down my torso and even one small rivulet entering my cunt. I paused, tantalized. So this is what a cum bath is, what it felt like to get a shower from my man. My hands rubbed sensuously up and down my torso, coating my nips with the precious stuff before trailing down to my sweet spot.

And sitting back on my heels, I did what I wanted to do. Slowly pulling the leather shaft out, I smiled coyly at Gray as the big man watched. Because oh yeah, that whip was covered with my cream, like it’d been dipped in superglue. But that wasn’t all. Spreading my thighs wider, I held open my pink pussy walls while slowly running a finger along my breast. Catching some of his semen on my digit, I pushed that virile jizz into my cunt.

“Oh yeah Daddy,” I moaned, walls visibly pulsing as the hot, sticky white edged in. “Oh yeah.”

And god, it was good. Gray’s eyes were glued to my sweet snatch, hungry as fuck, and I absolutely loved it. I love having this man addicted to me, both our minds in the gutter, the entire nursery taking on the scent of hot loving.

Because this is life. We’re two peas in a pod, he’s the yin to my yang, my best teacher, and one that I’ve fallen in love with. Yes, I love Grayson Channing, the realization was only too clear to me now. But the problem is that we’re supposed to be getting a divorce. My pussy pulsed painfully at the thought, nipples going stiff. How could I give this up? How could I walk away from the sensuousness, the knowing look that connected us even as I pushed his sperm deeper inside? But the long and the short of it is that I have to because that’s the bargain we made. I absolutely have to walk away … for my own survival, if nothing else.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Gray

Shit, what the hell happened? One second, Kitty and I were getting it on, no holds barred, balls to the wall. I fucked her in the nursery, making her get on all fours with that whip jammed in her ass. Depraved? Fuck yes. But my baby loved it, that pussy creamed so hard it practically exploded, juices flying everywhere.

Which is why I don’t get it. I know Kitty’s into me, I see the way she looks at my body, those big brown eyes expressive and full. She doesn’t want me to know, but I can tell anyways. Because she’s gone over the edge, she’s in my orbit, worshipping at my feet. So what the fuck is going on?

Because after we had that depraved session in the nursery, the girl up and left. Without a word, without a note, without any indication what she was doing. It was pretty freakin’ rough, coming home after a long day of work, expecting to get fucked and then get fed. Yeah, I’m a simple man, I just need hot pussy and a hot meal to feel satisfied.

But Kitty was nowhere around. I stalked around the apartment, opening doors, looking around corners. What the hell? This is a huge penthouse, but still, there aren’t that many places to hide.

“Kitty,” I ground out. I had a toy in my hand, a giant sized dildo to play with, and I wanted to feed it into that hungry cunt as fast as possible. She could take it, my girl is the stretchy kind and I knew that cunt would eat it up like a hungry slut.

But only echoes replied, my voice bouncing off the white walls. What the fuck? What the fucking hell? There was no way she could be at school, it was already eight p.m. Study group? Naw, she tells me where she’s going and besides, I fuckin’ hated that study group. Three dudes salivating over my pretty girl’s big breasts, that’s what happened during study group.

So I picked up the phone. On some off chance, maybe she was socializing with Rhonda. Again, this is one area where the relationship has gone off the rails. Because we’re fake-married, fake everything, so why the fuck did Kitty and my mom have to get along like a house on fire? It was so perverse, really ironic.

But Rhonda denied seeing my girl.

“No Gray, I haven’t seen your wife,” she said lightly, “Why, how long has she been missing?”

I glanced at my watch.

“Two hours,” I said. I’d talked with Kitty on the phone earlier, so yeah, two hours was about right.

Rhonda burst into peals of laughter.

“You’re overreacting,” she chided merrily. “Two hours doesn’t make for a missing person.”