Page 72 of Rich Girl
“It’s true,” Kyle yells after us. “She’s too hot for you, dude. Give me my money back!”
The hat falls over his eyes again, but this time, he is not alert enough to push it back up. Instead, he turns around in circles.
“Somebody turn the light back on,” he calls out to no one in particular. “Hello?”
We chuckle as we take off in a light jog to get away from him, with Hayden giggling like a little girl by the time we make it to the car. I open the door for her, but she doesn’t get in. Instead, she leans forward, with fingers clutching at my white dress shirt, waiting for me to kiss her.
I don’t have it in me not to, so I bend my head to reach her lips. They are wet and open for me, welcoming my tongue with a moan of pleasure. When our lips part, I run a finger up and down the side of her face, amazed by her mere presence here with me.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper to her. “Kyle is right, you are too hot for me.”
“Kyle doesn’t know anything,” she whispers back.
I press my lips back to hers, the kiss turning hotter and wetter the more we do it, but somehow, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
“You are perfect for me, Ray Parker,” she tells me when we part again.
Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing, her breasts pushing against my chest with every move.
“Take me home?” She sounds insecure about it.
Without another word, I direct her into the passenger seat of the car, waiting for her to put her seatbelt on before walking calmly around the hood of the car until I get into the driver’s seat.
My movements are slow and deliberate when start the car and put it inReverse, my attention solely on getting us out of here.
Neither one of us says a word on the long drive home, anticipation feeling the air, sucking all the oxygen out of the car and threatening to suffocate us with the lack of it.
It is the calm before the storm.
TWENTY-ONE
“Yes,”I moan as I throw my head back against the pillow.
Ray is sucking on my nipples, taking turns between the two, biting when he thinks I’m not screaming loud enough.
I am dripping wet, and I can only imagine what the sheets will look like once he’s finished with me.
He circles my entrance with one finger. Every time he dips it in, my hips push off the bed, searching for more. But he pulls back, ready to tease me all over again.
“Louder, Hayden,” he encourages me when what he’s doing to me makes me scream once again. “I want the fucking windows to shatter,” he whispers in my ear right before licking down my throat and upper chest.
“Please, Ray,” I shamelessly beg. “I need you so much.”
I have no idea how long he’s been doing this to me for. The drive home served as foreplay despite neither one of us touching the other. But the second we got up here and the door closed behind us, Ray had me against the wall, with the dress pushed up to my waist and fingers in my pussy.
Now, we are in bed, and all I can think of is that I need to feel him inside of me. I want him all the time. I want him for the rest of my life.
Thinking of a permanent future with Ray Parker is dangerous. I know I’m leaving, and he knows it as well, despite me not saying the words. But, just like when I didn’t leave after my big reveal, neither one of us is saying anything about it.
“So fucking wet for me,” Ray groans when he dips his finger into my pussy.
He moves it around, but it’s not enough. He adds a second one, and my inner tissues stretch to accommodate it.
“You’re wet like this just for me, Hayden. Aren’t you?”
He pumps his fingers in and out, making me lose my mind.
“Yes,” I scream.
