Page 6 of Rich Man

The reputation I have around Blackwood Falls of being a money-hungry, inconsiderate bastard didn’t come from nowhere. When you come from nothing, you have to fight tooth and nail to get what you want. There isn’t any point in pretending I didn’t step on people to get where I am.

Amanda’s a nurse. Her entire profession is helping people, very likely at the expense of her own mental and physical well-being. If I did somehow convince her to give me a chance, I’d only corrupt her, ruin that sweetness with my own wickedness.

I grab onto the hem of her top and yank it over her head, attempting to quiet the thoughts in my head. I’ve never been like this with a woman before. Usually, the only thing I care about is getting off and getting her out of my space as quickly as possible. Clearly, I’m moving too slowly if I’m giving myself time to conjure up… whatever those thoughts are.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her as I reach around to her back to unclasp her bra. I pull it from her body, tossing it aside to stare at her perky tits, the dusty pink nipples hardened into delectable little nubs. “Such a hot little body.”

I pinch one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Amanda’s body starts at the contact. My nameescapes her lips, broken and needy, as I roll the nub of nerves between the pads of my fingers.

“You make such filthy sounds, little girl,” I growl, leaning forward and nipping her collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. Again, I know I’m being rougher than I should, but Amanda isn’t complaining. “Now, let’s see that pretty little pussy again. Bet it’s still sopping wet from my mouth.”

Amanda whines, her capacity for coherent speech seemingly stolen from her. It’s such a good look on her, and my cock aches with need. She’s something out of my wet dreams.

I thank god for the elastic waistband of her blue scrub pants. They slide off her legs even easier with the additional space my bedroom provides. Her panties come along with them, and I knock those damn plastic clogs from her feet as I rip her remaining clothing off.

With her laid bare in front of me, I take a moment to admire the sight. Those scrubs she wears for work hide her gorgeous, feminine form. Without the slightly baggy clothes, I’m able to trace the curve of her hips with my hungry eyes. When I reach out to run my fingertips over her soft skin, gooseflesh raises on her arms, and she lets out a stuttering, shaky breath.

There’s a burning desire in my gut to draw this out as long as possible, but my cock twitches painfully in the confines of my jeans. I’m sure there’s a wet spot on my boxers from how long I’ve been waiting to get inside her.

“Can’t wait to get inside this tight little pussy,” I say, swiping my thumb through her wetness, groaning when I stick it in my mouth to get another taste of her divine sweetness.

I strip myself of my clothing in a flash. Then, I position myself on top of her, using my thighs to push her legs apart to grant me easier entry. The thought of using a condom flashesthrough my mind, but I can’t be bothered to stop and get one. That, and there’s a sick part of me that hopes I get her pregnant, that I pump her full of my seed and she grows round with my child.

“Are you ready for my fat cock, little girl?” I ask, looking into her wide, green eyes and suppressing a shudder at the desire I find there.

“Yes, daddy,” she says.

Half a second later, her body goes still. Her mouth opens and closes. My own body reacts in a visceral way. Those words punch me right in the gut, and before Amanda can say anything else, I’m plunging inside her tight, wet pussy, not bothering to work her up to taking the full thing.

“If you want daddy’s cock, you’ll get it,” I say, my limbs shaking with effort to keep from blowing my load right there.

I can’t recall a time another woman’s calling me ‘daddy’ has inspired this kind of response in me. Maybe it’s Amanda’s tone or the look on her face or the fact that I’m the first man to ever touch her. Whatever the reason, I’m feral with lust.

My pace is bruising, and the sound of my balls slapping against her ass fills the room. She moans, wanton and loud, adding to the symphony of the noises of our pleasure. Apparently, Amanda likes it rough.

Fuck, this woman might just be the girl of my dreams.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan, speaking to distract myself from my thoughts. “And so goddamn wet. You like it when daddy fucks you rough like this? You like being put in your place, little girl?”

Now that I’m inside her, I can feel the way her body reacts to the words. Her pussy squeezes around me, and her breathhitches. It drives me closer to the edge, and the familiar coil of my orgasm begins to tighten in my gut.

After a few seconds, she finds her voice and manages to whimper, “Yes, daddy.”

And, fuck, if that doesn’t do something to me. My insides twist, and possessiveness flares. This girl ismine. No one else can have her. I’ll die before she calls anyone else ‘daddy’, before anyone else sees her like this.

“That’s right,” I growl. I lean in, kissing her possessively. I nip at her bottom lip, thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. “You love it when daddy destroys this tight pussy. I bet you’re about to cum again, aren’t you? I can feel the way you’re getting tighter. You gonna cum on this cock?”

“Uh huh,” she confirms, her body bouncing with the intensity of my thrusts.

I can feel her orgasm seconds before it takes her over as I drill into her. Angling my hips slightly, I’m able to hit the spot that drives her crazy. She clenches around me hard, her nails digging into my back as her pleasure takes her.

“That’s right,” I praise, chasing my own release now. “Cum for me, little girl. Cum on daddy’s cock. Just like that.”

Before her orgasm completely subsides, I spill my load inside her. My breath catches on an unbridled moan. As pangs of ecstasy shoot through my being, all of my senses and my thoughts are filled with Amanda.

My climax rages through me, and I come to the realization that Amanda is it for me. Maybe I’m not her ideal man, maybe I’m too inconsiderate for someone as sweet as her, but I’m going to convince her. I’m going to give her everything she’s ever wanted and more. I’m not going to let her leave.

Unfortunately for me, it seems like the universe has other plans. As I’m pulling out, her phone goes off. She scrambles out of bed before I can grab her and instruct her to ignore whoever’s texting her.

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