Page 10 of Filthy Rich

Her tongue lands against her lower lip, wetting it as she glances up at me with glossy eyes. “Yeah.”

I nod slowly, biting back the smile on my face as I lean in and land my lips against hers gently.

Fuck!

We’re so close that I feel her pulse on the palm of my hand. Maybe I should stop this. I should convince her to wait, but I’m in the moment, feeling her body, breathing her in.

At first the kiss is stiff and awkward, but within seconds, she relaxes her body into my arms and sighs against my mouth.

My dick presses at the denim in my jeans as she kisses me harder, threading her fingers into my hair, lifting her curved frame up in the darkness before she straddles me, grinding herhips back and forth against the hard ridge in my jeans. Clearly, she’s excited, and I’ve never been more thankful for dresses.

My lips move from her mouth to her neck, and then linger on the lobe of her ear. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? You let a shady man pay to drive you up a dark mountain and then talk you into whatever he wants? Do I need to teach the teacher a lesson?”

She sighs, breathing warm air onto my chest. “Should you punish me?” The words come from her mouth, but her body continues to grind slowly against my lap.

“Of course not. I’m excited you’re a naughty little kitten.”

Without hesitation, she kisses my lips and reaches between us, unbuckling my belt, pulling my cock free from its cage to stroke in her soft, tiny hand.

“You’re huge!”

“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her neck, pulling her closer, kissing her lips hard without hesitation. She tastes like a strawberry and chocolate drink mixed with her ChapStick. Whatever it is, it’s perfection.

She sighs and leans against me, brushing her soaking panties against my hard cock.What the hell am I doing? How did we end up here? I hadn’t intended on any of this moving so quickly. I thought we’d look at the stars, take our time, talk, and slowly, if I was lucky, something more would happen. I hadn’t really meant for tonight to turn into sex, but I don’t have the will to stop it.

I kiss her neck, soft and slow, moving toward her nipple before pulling it into my mouth with a suction that has her crying out for relief.

“I need to feel you. Please.” She rocks back and forth, helplessly moaning as though she’s ready for what’s next.

“I don’t carry protection. I—”

“I need you,” she begs.

There’s not much room, so I lean the seat back and reach between us, rubbing her soaking panties until I feel the soft nub of her clit that’s swollen and desperate, soaking and ready.

“My sweet little kitten needs relief?”

“Kitten?You keep calling me that.”

Her eyes meet mine as I whisper, “Yeah, you’re my kitten. My sweet little kitten who’s going to do what I say.”

Slowly, her hips grind harder as a sharp whine spills into the air. “Tell me what you need.”

Her eyes close and I rub against her panties until she’s moaning soft in my ear. I slide two fingers inside of her tight core, pushing against the spongy walls of her soft pussy until she soaks my hand. I pull out and slide my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean as I stare at her. “I want you on my cock, kitten.”

Her mouth drops open, and her lips meet mine again. “So put me there.”

I haven’t had sex in at least ten years. The first few years were by choice. After that, time kept flying, and I kept away from women. This is all new again. “You want to ride my cock… without a condom?” I slide my fingers into her again and again, cataloging every sound she makes for future fantasies. I don’t want the first time I fuck her to be in my truck, but the moment is developing, and I don’t have plans to stop it. I’ve spent far too long living in a haze to not grab hold of the only thing that feels real.

She grinds against me, moaning in my ear, stroking my cock as she leans her back against the steering wheel, hitting the horn every so often. “I want you right now. I need all of you,” she pants as she grinds against my hand. “Please!”

It’s then that I hear a soft bang on the window. For a second, I figure a branch must have fallen in the snow, but whenthe light passes through, it’s clear it isn’t a tree interrupting us. It’s a person.

Trish stares toward me, then climbs off my lap in a panic, tugging her dress back into place. “It’s the murderer! Don’t open your door! Just drive away!”

“I can’t drive away. What if it’s important?”

A person circles the truck slowly, the bright flashes coming in through the windows before the light moves forward quickly as if the person is trying to run away.

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