How My Rich, Older Man Bought My Love: Part 3

A KissThere I was, stand­ing in this gor­geous house with my older man. In that moment I was so in love with him, and I wanted to make sure he knew how happy I was. “It makes me so happy to see you happy, Cassie. I have a sur­prise for you though,” said Der­rick. I smiled because I was cer­tain it was the neck­lace we saw that week­end. It would have been the per­fect way to end the day.

Also see: How My Rich, Older Man Bought My Love: Part 1

Did you see that Mer­cedes out front?”  I nod­ded. “It’s yours baby. I’m so tired of see­ing you with that old car. You deserve the best.” My jaw lit­er­ally dropped, and I was frozen, speech­less, and dazed. I finally spoke: “I don’t know what to say. I just can’t take this car—” He inter­rupted me by press­ing his lips against mine. He caressed my face, then took my hand. As we walked toward the kitchen, I couldn’t stop think­ing about how this man just bought me a brand new car. But that wasn’t all. “I think I for­got to men­tion that this is yours too,” he said, hold­ing his hands out in front of him.

Also see: How My Rich, Older Man Bought My Love: Part 2

What do you mean?” I asked. I was dumb­founded and incred­i­bly con­fused. I didn’t even have half a minute to get over the fact that the Mer­cedes out­side was mine before he dropped his next sur­prise. “I bought this house for you. I want you to stay here while we date. This is a much nicer area, Cassie, and it’s a lot closer to my house and office. I could even come here for lunch since you’re off for the sum­mer. Maybe you could cook me something?”

It was an unbe­liev­able moment. “Oh, Der­rick, I can’t pos­si­bly accept this house. A car is already way too much. A house is just exces­sive.” I never would have expected such an amaz­ing gift as a car, but now a house too? The emo­tions run­ning through my body were inde­scrib­able. All of it felt like it was too much. Even more, it was too much too fast!

Before you go crazy, under­stand that this is my home,” he said. “But I want you to stay here. I got it for you so that you can be near. Don’t think of it as me buy­ing you a house. It’s more like I’m pay­ing for the rent.”

In my mind, it still sounded unrea­son­able, but I knew him all too well. I couldn’t pos­si­bly fight this man. He never would have taken the car back, and there was no way he would take back the “rent.” So, I smiled, gave him a hug, and then I kissed him. Our kiss got heated fast, and for the first time I felt his hands work their way down my lower back to my thighs. They then slowly worked their way back up my back, around my hips, and up toward my chest. I became com­pletely vul­ner­a­ble to him. With­out warn­ing, he picked me up and car­ried me upstairs. He laid me on the bed and started to undress me slowly. The desire in his eyes turned me on so much. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I licked my lips and pre­pared myself for what was about to hap­pen. And then, for the first time, we made love.