Page 5 of Rich Man

Eric takes my sound as confirmation that I’m enjoying the attention. He repeats the motion as he shifts my body, putting my legs over his shoulders as he moves in closer. The space in the SUV is cramped, but it doesn't seem to make a difference to him.

His tongue works through my folds, and he slurps up my juices greedily. All at once, I can’t believe I was on the fence about doing this. So what if I only agreed at first because of his money and my dire financial situation? The way he’s eating me out is enough to make me fall in love with him.

On instinct, I reach down to thread a hand through his blond locks. I feel like I need something to keep me present. His mouth feels so divine against me that I worry my consciousness will float away and be replaced with pure pleasure.

I wonder if that would be such a bad thing.

I thank every higher power that I’m holding onto him, because he shifts his tongue from my folds to just above them. Sharp shocks of pleasure rocket through me, and this time, there’s no hope of holding back the moan. I pray that those noise cancelling earbuds that the driver’s wearing are good.

Eric hums against me before latching onto the little bundle of nerves that’s been driving me crazy. I push my hips up against him, practically begging for more. It’s so good, and I can’t believe that this is what my miserable, boring day has led to.

“Oh my god, Eric,” I whine, my fingers tightening in his hair. It’s the only thing I’m able to do. I’m pinned against the seats, his body holding me down. “I–”

He rubs his thumb against my thigh gently. The suction of his mouth doesn’t let up. In fact, he flicks his tongue over that nub of nerves. I realize that this is his way of encouraging me to go over the edge.

It only takes a few more seconds of his attention for my body to explode. The pressure I didn't even realize was building in my abdomen releases. I shake, and my thighs clench around Eric’s head.

A sensation like I’ve never felt before rages through my body. Tremors erupt from my core to my limbs. I moan so loudly that my voice breaks and no sound comes out.

I’m not sure how long the orgasm lasts. My perception of time is warped. It isn’t until Eric sits up, wiping his mouth and reaching for my discarded panties and scrub pants that I take stock of my surroundings.

We’ve stopped moving, and the two of us are alone in the SUV. As I get dressed, I glance out the window. My jaw drops when I see the house.

I knew Eric was rich, but seeing such a blatant display of that wealth is something else. This house isn’t even a house. It’s a mansion. From what I can see, the multi-colored stone structure is at least three stories tall. The yard is immaculately kept, and the porch overlooking the mountains looks like the perfect place to spend an evening.

I’ve never seen anything like this in my life, and I’m glued to my seat. It isn’t until Eric opens my door, offers me his hand, and gives me a charming smile, saying, “Come on, baby. There’s more inside,” that I get allow myself to be led to the house.

Chapter Four

Eric

I can tell that Amanda’s impressed by the house, and in her defense, I was too when I first bought it. I came from nothing, so when my first investments started to turn major profits, I splurged. I doubt I’d buy something so flashy now. This place is far too big for me and the small staff I keep, but it certainly has its perks.

I’m experiencing one of those perks right now, as I get to watch wonder bloom on Amanda’s face as I lead her through the foyer to the grand staircase that serves as the focal point of the room. I support her weight as we walk up the stairs, letting her take in the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling and the commissioned artworks that adorn the walls.

It’s best she takes a minute to breathe after that orgasm I gave her in the car, because once I get her alone, I’m going to be relentless. My cock has been aching since I started kissing her. Honestly, it’s a testament to my willpower that I don’t pin her against the wall right here and take her on the staircase.

On the landing, she stops, staring at the painting of Blackwood Falls. A friend’s mother painted it, and it’s the first piece of art I ever commissioned. It’s always been my favorite, and from the way Amanda’s lips quirk, it seems to be hers, too.

I find myself staring at her longer than I should. My fingers itch to reach out and caress the soft curve of her cheek.She looks like she belongs here, and my mind provides flashes of something that looks suspiciously like domestic life with her. Something akin to longing aches in my chest.

I force it down, stomping it out with all my might. Still, I can feel the ember continuing to burn. With a little more force than necessary, I tug Amanda away. I need to get her to my bedroom and fuck this sensation out of my system. Then, I can send her on her way and forget all about this encounter.

But deep down I know I’m not going to forget about Amanda anytime soon. Something tells me that even if she leaves, I’m going to remember her for the rest of my life. Fuck… this is why I stay away from women. I don’t have time for these kinds of distractions.

Once we’re inside my bedroom, I slam her back against the door, attacking her mouth with mine. She makes a surprised noise, but seems to melt into the kiss. She lets me take what I want, and it’s more intoxicating than any spirit I’ve had.

With one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripping her waist tightly, I spin us around. I don’t break the kiss as I walk her backward toward my bed. In fact, our connection stays steady even as I push her back onto the mattress.

I grind my aching length against her as I continue to explore her mouth possessively. She moans, the sound slipping out from between our lips. I swallow it down greedily before repeating the same motion and making her whine wantonly.

In the back of my head, I know that I’m being too rough, that I’m going too fast. This is Amanda’s first time. Someone as sweet as her deserves better, but I can’t allow myself to give her that. If I do, I’ll fall in love with her.

It’s best for both of us in the long run if I make it clear that this is just sex. Although, when I think of voicing that thought,my throat tightens painfully. It feels almost like an allergic reaction.

“We have to get you out of these clothes,” I growl, pulling away from her.

My tone is ruthless, rugged, and mean. I don’t care, though. It’s best for us both if she leaves my house thinking I’m just a sex-hungry monster. At the end of the day, that’s what I am. It’s not like I could provide her the softness, the care, and the consideration that she deserves, even if I were to pursue her.

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