CHAPTER TWO
Grayson
I admit, this isn’t the ideal way to introduce your fiancée to your mother. But hey, I roll with the punches, and so what if my mom caught us having sex? This is what engaged people do.
Kitty went still in my arms with shock, mouth hanging open, so I pressed the opportunity.
“Mom,” I ground out, “Would you give us a minute? You’ve caught us at a bad time,” I managed roughly as another spurt of sperm blasted from my dick, spraying the girl again. Shit, there was so much, I’ve never had this much man milk before. But chalk it up to the girl, I’ve also never met a female so delectable, round, juicy and ripe.
And Rhonda, to her credit, didn’t even blink an eye. My mom fixed me with a blue glare that resembled my own, and turned away, sniffing.
“Five minutes Grayson,” she warned. “Five minutes.”
I nodded as the door clicked shut. And then my new fiancée sprang into motion, pulling off my dick. Oh shit, it looked delicious, reemerging from her pulsing insides, huge and wet, dripping with a mix of her juices and my cum. And shit, but there was a streak of red on the side, proof of the girl’s innocence. A virgin? Fuck yeah, she was just right to be my fiancée.
But Kitty wasn’t having it.
“What?” Kitty cried out, those plump curves shaking. “What in the world?”
I didn’t answer at first, sitting back to admire the girl before me. Because she was absolutely perfect. A generous, curvy figure beckoned with lush Double Ds and a tiny waist that curved into wide hips. God, those were childbearing hips, perfect for a wife.
But even better was the plush pussy below. Oh yeah, I’d plowed it, and the lips were dark pink now, puffy from use. Not only that but a telltale drip of semen leaked out then, coating her private parts before dripping down one plump thigh.
“What?” cried Kitty again, lush body swaying. Did she even know how good she looked? “What in the world is going on?” the female demanded again.
I leaned back on the couch, both arms draped casually over the back. Fuck yeah, I was naked, huge pole lying heavy and wet against my thigh, but did I care? Naw, I’m comfortable with nudity, I’ve got the body of an Adonis and women always like to look. So I grinned at her, yawning a bit.
“What do you think is going on?”
“That was your mom?” she squealed, boobs jiggling, outraged. “Your mom just burst in on us having sex?”
I chuckled.
“It’s not the first time,” I rumbled. “My mom’s burst in on me before, believe it or not.”
That made Kitty stop, just staring while biting her lip. Because yeah, I’ve been getting it on with women since I was fifteen, and my first time had been with Vivian and Mary in my childhood bedroom. It’d been amazing until my mom opened the door unexpectedly, interrupting as I pounded two sweet teen pussies.
So yeah, Rhonda’s not exactly shocked when she catches me doing the nasty. After all, I’m forty-five now and unmarried, a hotel magnate with women salivating over my body. So why not indulge? Why not take hot pussy if it’s offered? It feels good and it’s not like there are any commitments. Sex is sex and I make it clear to the women that’s all that’s on the table.
But Kitty wasn’t listening. She grabbed her dress and began pulling it on.
“I can’t believe this happened,” the brunette panted, brown curls flying everywhere. “I can’t believe this happened.”
I watched, amused. The uniform at the Club is nothing more than a purple tube dress, and on my sassy girl, it was about three sizes too small. Oh yeah, my baby was having a hard time getting into it, the top kept slipping off, showing her cream, or the hem kept popping up, revealing that wet slit.
“I think you need a different dress,” I remarked lazily. “This one is a little small.”
Kitty whirled on me then.
“Your goons gave it to me to wear!” she cried. “People who work for you said I had to put it on!”
I chuckled, leaning back on the couch, dick still out, heavy and thick against my thigh. Fuck, she’d pumped me good, the pole was slick with a mix of our juices, a few last drops of sperm oozing out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, or so much. But right, the dress. Right now, Kitty was concerned about her dress.
“That’s true because the girls get better tips if they wear practically nothing,” I remarked, stretching lazily now. “Show a little boob, wiggle that ass and the money comes raining down. Speaking of which, what about the cash?” I nodded to the bills on the table.
Kitty jerked, like she’d forgotten about the money.
“What about it?” she panted, still struggling to get into that dress. “It’s mine isn’t it? I da- danced for you,” she choked, “so it’s mine.”
I laughed again, a deep, dark chuckle.
“That’s right baby girl, it’s yours,” I ground out. “Every cent of that is yours. But how about if I make you a deal?”
The brunette shook her head wildly even as she scooped up the bills.
“No, absolutely not,” the girl replied. “Every deal with you goes crazy. I mean, what was that about? Fiancée? That woman was your mom?”
I nodded lazily, although suddenly, every sense was on alert.
“Yeah, that was Rhonda at the door, mother dearest. Don’t worry about her,” I said smoothly. “Trust me, she’s seen a lot worse.”
Again, I thought about the time years ago when mom caught me in a threeway, one girl’s pussy on my mouth as I dicked another woman in the ass. But that wasn’t gonna get us anywhere, so I tried again.
“Like I said, baby girl, let’s make a deal.”
But Kitty was stuffing the money into her purse now, lips trembling.
“No absolutely not,” she huffed. “I’m not making a deal with you. Absolutely not.”
Okay, it was time to pull out the big guns then.
“Seems like you need that cash a lot, pretty baby,” I remarked idly. “With the way you’re cramming it into your purse, it’s practically manna from heaven.”
The brunette stopped then, jerking her eyes up to me.
“Don’t be mean,” she said in a low voice, chin trembling now. “Don’t be mean. So what if I need money? Not everyone is like you, Mr. Hotel Billionaire,” she choked, looking down then.
And oh shit, were those tears in her eyes? Had I really hurt my baby girl? Aww, shit, what a motherfucker.
“Baby, don’t cry,” I rumbled soothingly. I wanted to take her in my arms but any touch right now was likely to set the brunette off. “All I’m saying is that if you need money, then you’re in the right place. Because I’ve got a lot of it.”
But Kitty was on a roll now. She didn’t look at me, instead swinging her purse over her arm.
“Where are my shoes?” she gasped. “Where did I leave my shoes?” she almost panted, glancing around the office desperately.
I could see one sky-high stiletto peeking out from under the couch, but nudged it back with my foot. I wanted to talk with her a little, to get her on my side.
“Like I said,” I rumbled again. “Seems like you need cash. You just banged a man for fifteen grand, aren’t too many girls on the Strip who’d do that.”
Of course, it was a lie. There are a ton of sluts in Vegas who’d give it up for a lot less than fifteen grand. Heck, you could get a blow job just five minutes away from here for a measly thirty bucks, but Kitty didn’t have to know, she was an innocent.
And the brunette shook her head again, tears in her eyes.
“No, I’m not having anything to do with you,” she said, voice slightly trembling. “Now where are my shoes? Help me find my shoes.”
But I wasn’t about to let her go so easily. I shrugged my shoulders, the picture of relaxation even if my heart pumped like a madman in my chest. Everything hung on this girl.
“Beats me. But what if I said I could make you a rich woman? Say thirty grand for a month of work?”
Kitty wouldn’t meet my eyes, still looking frantically around the room.
“Shoes, shoes, shoes,” she murmured, “Shoes.”
I chuckled again.
“Baby girl, like I said, thirty grand for one month’s work. And I’d even let you go on with your life if you wanted. You could keep going to school, keep going to classes, heck, even keep working here if you wanted. Of course, there’d be no more waitressing, but if you wanted to get a back office job, I’m sure we could find you something to do at the Milano.”
Kitty wasn’t listening, still looking around frantically.
“Shoes,” she murmured. “Shoes.”
I sighed.
“Sixty grand then,” I rumbled. “Sixty grand for a month of your time. That’s two g’s a day baby girl, two thousand dollars. Think about what you could do with it.”
That caught her attention. The brunette’s chin jerked up, those big brown eyes catching mine.
“I don’t know why you think I’m a slut,” she said in a low voice. “But it’s a no go. I’m not doing it.”
My eyebrows raised.
“Not even for sixty thou? Fine then. One hundred for a month’s work. One hundred thousand dollars for a month of your time.”
But the girl wasn’t persuaded.
“No, I can’t. I can’t do anything else with you because look what we’ve done already,” she said in a low voice, gesturing to her barely clad figure. Shit, she was spectacular, those big boobies jiggling, the sweet vee between her thighs beckoning once again. But the girl wasn’t done yet. “Because it’s you, I’m sure it’s something dirty and nasty,” she said in a low voice. “I’m sure it’s disgusting.”
I held both my hands up, like she’d read my mind.
“Of course it’s dirty and nasty,” I rumbled. “Because I’m a dirty, nasty motherfucker. But you’d be doing me a favor if you took this job,” I said persuasively. “Think about it baby girl. Don’t you want to help a man in need?”
At the word “help,” Kitty turned towards me. I almost laughed out loud. Of course, my girl has a good heart and the opportunity to assist another human being was like a bell in her head, propelling her into action.
“Help how?” she asked in a low voice. “What could you possibly need help with? You’re a billionaire, you have dozens of people working for you.”
I nodded.
“That’s true, but not everyone can help me the way you do.”
That made her spring back into action, looking under tables, scanning the room again.
“Absolutely not,” she whispered. “Absolutely not.”
But this time, I stood up, looming over her small frame. I was still butt naked, but it was a good butt naked. Even at forty-five, I still work out every day, hitting the gym and it shows. My shoulders are broad, chest wide, tapering off into a narrow waist. And of course, there was my dick. Even soft, it still hung between my thighs like a thick rope, glistening with our combined juices.
“Like I said, baby girl,” I rumbled dangerously. “Not everyone can help me the way you do. Now sit down before I beat that sweet ass of yours.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide, mouth opening slightly, but she dropped onto the couch.
“Fine,” she whispered. “Shoot.”
I rumbled.
“That’s more like it,” I said, completely unbothered by my nakedness. Why should I be uncomfortable? This girl had just ridden me hard, my cum still dripping from that wet slit, so it wasn’t like this was new. In fact, let her get a good eyeful. Usually women lose it when they’re physically in my presence, dying for a taste.
So I grinned again.
“Like I said little girl, for the third time. You can help me in your own special way, and that’s by being my fiancée.”
Her mouth snapped shut.
“Surely you must be joking,” Kitty murmured. “You have to be joking.”
“No joke,” I rumbled, striding over to a bar and grabbing a bottle of brandy. Hell, may as well have a drink and enjoy myself. “I need a fiancée, and you’re perfect for the role. In fact, more than perfect,” I said smoothly. “My mom’s already caught us at it.”
The brunette shook her head furiously.
“You just said your mom’s caught you with dozens of women before. So it doesn’t make a difference,” she said. “I’m just the latest in a long line of girls.”
“Maybe,” I tossed out nonchalantly. “But she’s never caught me with just one woman,” I rumbled. “It’s always been two, three, or even more.”
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.
“How much are you thinking?” I ground out. “Cash is pretty tight right now, even I can’t go around throwing money away.”
Again, a lie, but the girl didn’t know. Kitty took a deep breath and put her offer on the table.
“Two hundred thousand,” she said boldly. “Two hundred thousand for a month’s work.”
I pretended to think about it.
“That’s a pretty penny,” I said slowly. “That works out to, oh, more than six thousand a day. Are you really worth it?”
The girl bit her lip again, but she was firm.
“I can’t do it for less,” she replied. “I’m sorry Mr. Channing, but that’s my final offer.”
Again, I pretended to think. But then I grinned wolfishly at her.
“Sold,” was my last word. “It’s a done deal.”
The girl stared at me.
“Really?” she whispered. “Just like that?”
I nodded, eating up the distance between us in two long strides, pulling that curvy figure into my arms. Kitty was surprised but at least the girl didn’t resist and those warm curves tempted once more, so soft, delicious and ripe.
“Just like that. You’re the soon-to-be Mrs. Channing,” I ground out. “You belong to me now,” I rumbled possessively before planting a kiss on those plush lips.
And fuck me, but it was good. Kitty’s pout parted underneath mine, so sweet and giving that I almost drowned. Because she was my fake fiancée … and shit, but it was gonna be a helluva ride.