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Amanda

Sitting in the back of Eric’s SUV, his driver wearing those noise cancelling earbuds, I can’t stop myself from fidgeting nervously. I’m finding myself starting to like Eric. Maybe it’s just the sex, but I don’t feel like I’m just interested in him for his money anymore.

But that just makes what’s about to happen even worse. I’m about to lose all my chances with him when he sees the hovel I live in. One look at my house, and he’ll correctly assume my interest was born of financial need. And while that’s true, it’s not quite how I feel anymore.

“Helping with your grandma, huh?” Eric asks, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” I say, smiling at him. “She got sick during the pandemic, and she’s been weak ever since.

She had some preexisting conditions. We almost lost her.

” I shake my head, realizing that he probably doesn’t want to hear about my grandmother’s illness.

“Sorry. Anyway, she’s mostly okay now. She just needs some help sometimes. ”

There’s a look in Eric’s eyes that I don’t quite recognize. He blinks it away quickly, making me wonder if I imagined it. There was something vulnerable there. I’m sure of that.

“No need to apologize,” he says, and even though his mask is back on, I can detect the hint of emotion there.

It intrigues me. From everything I’ve heard and seen, Eric is unshakable, not caring about anything.

“I lost my grandpa when he got sick. I was barely out of high school. I know how hard it can be.” He clamps his lips together, looking troubled at his own admission.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, reaching out to grab his hand in an attempt to provide comfort.

“It’s okay,” he says, expertly clearing the vulnerability from his voice. “It’s just part of life.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier,” I point out.

He smiles, and there’s something so genuine in his expression that it makes my heart clench in my chest. It’s like I’m getting a glimpse of the man underneath the hard exterior. There’s more to him, and I desperately want to know everything.

“You’re too sweet for your own good,” he says as he leans in close to capture my lips in a kiss.

His hands slide slowly up my inner thighs as his mouth slides against mine.

He rests his palm over my clothed private parts.

We part, and he rests his forehead against mine.

“Every single part of you is sweet, Amanda.”

I gasp as he slips his hand into my pants, his fingertips brushing against me over my underwear. He kisses me harder, taking the opportunity to lick into my mouth as he teases me. My body reacts to him without my permission, my hips pushing into his hand to get more friction where I need it most.

“Ask for what you want, little girl,” he tells me, the pet name sending a rush of wetness between my legs. “You can have anything you want if you ask for it.”

For some reason, being called ‘little girl’ makes my head go blank. The only thing I’m able to say to his request is, “More, daddy.”

Thankfully, Eric doesn’t make me ask for more. He seems to understand the effect his words have on me. So, without any further prompting from me, he repositions his hand inside my panties, his fingertips brushing against my wet folds.

“Yes,” I hiss, unable to keep quiet as he begins to massage me.

“That’s it,” he says as he circles my clit expertly. “Let daddy hear you.”

I turn my face, hiding against his neck. I think the windows of the SUV are tinted, but I don’t want to risk anyone seeing me like this. The driver’s presence still lingers in my mind despite the fact that I’m already shaking from pleasure.

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.