Page 8 of Rich Man

As Eric plays with my clit, I let out whines and moans that earlier today I would have found embarrassing. With him, I don’t care. I want him to hear me. I like that he likes the way I sound. The fact that he enjoys this heightens my pleasure.

I get closer to my release, and I grab onto his forearm desperately. It’s partially to keep myself steady, but mostly because I need to touch him. I long for more, to be closer to him. I curse my luck, hating that having sex like we did earlier isn’t an option right now.

Maybe if the drive were longer… Maybe if we were the only ones in the vehicle… Maybe…

My train of thought cuts off abruptly. An intense wave of pleasure hits me. My stomach clenches, and the pressure that is now becoming familiar, that signals my impending orgasm, builds to nearly its breaking point.

“Eric,” I whimper, bucking up against him. “Daddy, daddy. I–”

“Just let it out, little girl,” he whispers, his voice husky with arousal. “I’m right here, I’ve got you. Cum on my fingers, baby.”

I nod, wanting to do exactly that for him. I’d do anything he asks. After a few more seconds of his focused movements, I feel my peak approaching.

With a jolt, my orgasm slams into me. It overtakes my body, and I shake hard. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m saying something, but I’m too far away from myself to make out the words.

My peak feels divine, and the way Eric is touching me, calling me his little girl, feels like nothing short of worship. I understand with sharp clarity the reason for every love song and poem ever written. Although words could never accurately describe the pleasure that I’m feeling.

Slowly, my climax wanes. I pull Eric’s hand away from me weakly. The good feelings he’s giving me are becoming sharper, bordering on painful. I don’t think I dislike the sensation, but that isn’t something I want to experience in the back of a car with a driver in the front seat.

As I’m catching my breath, Eric brings his fingers to his mouth. I watch, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as he slides them between his lips, licking off my taste. I wonder if it’s normal for the action to turn me on so much, especially less than a minute after having an orgasm.

“Fuck, I mean it, Amanda,” he says when he takes his fingers away from his lips, leaning in close to me, his breath hot against my mouth. “Every single part of you is sweet.”

I blush intensely in response to his compliment. Before I’m able to respond, he leans in and kisses me. It’s so easy to get lost in the contact. We fit together perfectly. I can’t believe I had any reservations about this earlier.

As the kiss starts to get deeper, the car comes to a stop. Both of us are reluctant to pull away, but eventually I have to. Despite how badly I want to stay in this little bubble for the rest of my life, I can’t. My family needs me.

“We’re here,” I say, glancing at my tiny, one-story, two bedroom home. Normally, I’m blind to its flaws, but sitting next to Eric, I notice the peeling siding and the missing tiles on the roof. “I should get inside.”

Before I’m able to pull the door open, Eric grips my arm hard. When I glance at his face, my heart sinks. His distaste for what he sees is etched into every line of his features. He must be putting together why I agreed to come with him today.

This is it. This is going to be the last time I see him. I shouldn’t have asked for the ride. I should have just walked or shelled out the money I don’t have for a cab.

“This… is where you live?” he asks after a long, heavy pause. “This is where your sick grandmother stays?”

“I…” I start, my face burning with shame. This is so much worse than I thought it would be. Maybe if he hadn’t said anything, his judgement wouldn’t feel so awful. “Yes. It’s just… I’m the only one working right now. We don’t want for anything, though.”

That’s a lie, but I can’t stand to have him know the truth. This situation is already bad enough without admitting that we’re dirt poor. I want to say more, to downplay the reality of my living situation, but I can’t find it in me.

I stay where I am, waiting for his response. It doesn’t come, though. His grip on my forearm loosens, then drops. His jaw is held tight, and he’s quiet. The whole thing makes nervous beyond belief and bursts the bubble of excitement I was feeling just moments before.

Eventually, when it becomes clear that he’s not going to say anything, I get out of the car. I don’t look back as I trudge up the poorly-maintained path. At least I’ll have the memories of the short time I spent with Eric, but the idea that this is over so soon after beginning makes me feel awful.

Chapter Six

Eric

My driver pulls away as soon as Amanda gets inside the door of her home. I’m so dumbfounded that it takes me nearly two blocks to bark at him to pull over, reaching forward to pull out one of his earbuds. I need a minute to think before we get too far away.

That house… I had looked into purchasing it about two years back. The owner of that place is a slumlord, and he wanted fifty percent more than the price I offered even though I’d have to pour money into the property to make it remotely livable. I walked away from the deal.

From the looks of it, that bastard didn’t do any of the repairs it needed before renting it out to Amanda and her family. I shouldn’t care so much about it. It’s not my business what he does. But now…

Now that I know Amanda is involved, it is my business. When I brought her home with me, this was never what I intended. Our interaction was supposed to end after I fucked her. Her sweetness, that look in her eyes, the way she cares about everyone in her life… She’s managed to worm her way under my hard exterior.

I can’t let her live like this.

I wish I had bought that house when I had the chance. It would mean that she and her family could live in a place that was up to code. Still, I know for a fact that it’s too small. From what I understand, there are three adults living there, and there are only two bedrooms. Amanda probably doesn’t even have her own private space.

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