Page 29 of The Rich One

Tyler still controls the cart—even though I’m in the driver’s seat—as he slips his hand inside my pants and starts those slow circles on my clit again.

Had he left me to drive on my own, we would’ve crashed. The delicious feeling that is building inside me doesn’t allow me control of my own body, let alone a moving vehicle.

He’s on me as soon as we stop.

“Take off your pants and rest your hands on the front of the cart.”

Flushed, my eyes fix on his as I slowly pull down my pants, leaving my bottom half bare to him as I follow his instructions and place my hands on the cart.

Of course I’ve gone commando; white clothes show everything and visible panties are unacceptable in these circles.

Poking out my ass and arching my back, I look over my shoulder to see Tyler stalking toward me with a hungry look in his eyes. We’re reasonably hidden away behind the shed, so I’m not worried about getting caught.

“Turn around, eyes front.”

“Yes, sir.”Oh I like where this is going.

“Good girl.” Grabbing my legs, he nudges them apart before his tongue licks a slow trail from my ankle, all the way up to my center. He takes special care to avoid my scar with his tongue, but he does place a gentle kiss there as he passes it.

Tyler takes his time, licking me from clit to ass, swirling his tongue in the most delicious of ways. Every flick sends a jolt up my spine, almost causing my legs to buckle. One, then two fingers are added to the party, as he slowly inserts them inside me. He bends them just right, hitting that sweet spot, and it’s oh so fucking amazing.

My building orgasm feels like a tsunami as it overwhelms me, and he puts his thumb in my ass, sending me completely over the edge.

“Oh my fucking God, Tyler. Yes.” My screams can probably be heard across the golf course, but I really don’t give a shit. And I know Tyler doesn’t either.

He laps up everything I give him before standing and unbuckling his belt. Turning to stare at him again over my shoulder, I smile, fascinated by the glint of my cum on his lips and chin.

“Eyes forward, Rose.”

I hear the rustling of the condom wrapper moments before he thrusts inside me, his hands tight on my hips. He’s relentless as he takes his fill, the only sounds are our bodies slapping together mixed with moans of pleasure.

Reaching around to my front, he palms my breast, taking the nipple between his fingers as he pinches and twists. His teeth graze my shoulder and throat as he continues to pound into me, and I can already feel another orgasm building.

This is hard and fast… and I fucking love it.

Tyler’s movements become erratic as he nears his own orgasm, hitting that sweet spot inside me on every single push. The tingling sensation grows from the very tips of my toes to each hair on my head, and on his final, deep thrust, his growl of satisfaction sends fireworks straight to my clit. My screams of pleasure are drowned out as he places a hand over my mouth and I suck on his fingers.

“What’s going on out here?” An aged voice calls over from the window of the utility shed the cart is parked against.

“Shit.” Tyler pulls out, removing the condom and handing me my pants as we giggle like children caught raiding the cookie jar.

We can’t see who it is, but I know Tyler doesn’t want to wait to find out. We’re back on the cart and ready to move in no time as I try to put my pants back on.

“Hurry up, Rose. No one gets to see you like this. Only me.”

He takes my hand and pulls me and my trembling legs onto his lap before driving away.

There’s just something about what he said that’s bothering me. I’m a little worried about his reaction. He knows I’m an escort, so obviously other people are going to see me naked and in the midst of an orgasm. If he had said this as part of our contract in front of his colleagues, I would’ve understood, but there was no one around—other than the guy who disturbed us.

Maybe it’s time to stop seeing Tyler. It won’t work if he gets too attached.

There’s just something about him though, and the way he treats me makes me feel invincible.

Do I really want that to stop?

CHAPTERTEN

When I was little, my life was every child’s dream. We lived on a plot of land not too far from Allison Park that my dad inherited from my grandfather. There was nothing there except tall trees and a bumpy clearing, the water too far to be heard sloshing against the coast.

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