by Betsy Locke
Blake looked down and smiled. “Woman, you have no idea the power you have over me.”
Blake lunged himself on me, pressing his lips to mine, our tongues meeting. I couldn't believe he was ready again so soon. I thought I would have a few hours for my body to regenerate and to bask in the moment.
Not with Blake. He wasn't done with me yet.
“Get on all fours,” he instructed.
I got on my hands and knees and faced away from Blake. My over-sized breasts hung low and my nipples grazed the bed sheets.
“That ass is meant to be worshiped,” Blake said. Before I could respond, his hand came raining down on my cheeks, slapping me over and over again. He stood off the edge of the bed and brought my ass to his crotch. He rubbed pre-cum all over my cheeks and in between.
“I hope your pussy is ready for more,” he said.
I flipped my hair up and onto my back “Fill me up again, Blake. I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”
Blake grabbed my love handles and entered me with one forceful thrust. His hips bounced off my bubbly ass and he used the moment to fuck me harder and harder with every thrust. The bed sounded like it was going to fall to pieces. My body lurched forward and my breasts swayed back and forth from the intense pounding.
I lost count of all the orgasms and positions. Blake was a machine. After each session, he was ready in minutes, fucking me every which way. My pussy was stuffed with so much of his seed.
I didn't want this night to end.
But it had to when we our bodies literally couldn't take anymore.
We both fell asleep in each other's arms. Nothing would be able to wake us.
Chapter Six
I awoke to the sound of whistling. I looked around and realized I was still in Blake's bedroom. I exhaled and lay back on the soft white pillow. Last night was the best time of my life.
But I was such a slut for having sex on the first date. I was a whore for his cock and proud of it. Even after all night of fucking, I still desired him. I wanted him this moment. If he was in bed with me, I'd be on top of him right this instant.
Blake entered the room completely naked still and holding a tray of eggs and bacon. “I made you some breakfast, beautiful.”
“It smells amazing.” I sat up in bed and tried to cover my chest with the white sheets but they couldn't cover my large melons entirely.
Blake bit his bottom lip as he watched me struggle with the sheets. His cock was sticking straight up for me. Blake didn't give me the tray of food. Instead he put it to the side on the nightstand.
“I'm sorry but you're going to have to pay for this breakfast,” he said.
I let the sheets slip all the way off my mountainous peaks. “But I don't have any money, sir.”
“Then you're just going to have to pay with that mouth of yours.”
Here we go again.
The End
Story Twenty Nine
Copyright 2018
All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
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Description
Carol picks up a hot hitchhiker on her way home that turns out to be escaped convict, Robert Miller.
Robert needs to find a way out of the country and Carol might be the only answer.
Author's Note: This insta-love romance between Carol and Robert has heat that's off the charts.
Chapter One
Northern California, 1947
My long curly blonde hair blew in the wind as I drove my green Buick convertible. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as my car curved over the winding roads. I adjusted my sunglasses and searched the sides of the road.
“Where could he be?” I said aloud.
I turned the dial for the radio.
A stiff male voice came out of the speakers. “This is a flash bulletin. Robert Miller, the killer of three men, has escaped from Folsom. Short brown hair and a snake tattoo down his left arm. He was last seen headed south on route 60. If you see anything...”
I flipped off the radio. No new updates.
I was about to give up and concede that the radio got the information wrong. He must be hiding or gone down another road.
I zoomed past a car that looked like it was broken down on the side of the road. I didn't see any driver though.
I did a u-turn, crossing the divide and going back the way I came. I pulled the car off to the side and walked over to the deserted car.
No signs of anybody. The car probably broke down and they had to walk to the nearest gas station.
I heard some rustling in the green bushes. I sneaked past the car and brushed the bushes out of the way. A man was dragging an unconscious man across the dirt floor. The guy on the ground had a bloody lip. Probably got knocked out.
The man doing the dragging looked up at me and froze. I recognized him instantly: Robert Miller. There was no mistaking his big nose, stone chin, and short brown hair. He wore a nice suit that he had stripped off the man and it covered his arms. The snake tattoo would give him away to anybody with half a brain.
He was trying to decide whether to run or not.
“I'm here for you, Robert Miller. I've got a car.”
“What do I need a dame for? I just knocked out this guy to get a car.” He continued pulling the man further out of sight.
“The police are already crawling all over this highway and every back road. You're only going to make it out of here if I hide you. There's a large blanket in the backseat that you can cover yourself with.”
Robert dropped the man onto the ground. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going, doll.”
I smiled and led him back to my car. My plan was working perfectly. I put the top back up on the convertible while Robert lay down in the backseat and draped the heavy blanket over himself.
I started the car and turned around, driving the way I was originally going. I checked the rear-view mirror for any cops but there was nobody. It was clear ahead too.
“What's your name?” Robert asked from under the blanket.
“Carol.”
“Who are you connected with?”
“Nobody,” I replied.
“Big Johnny? Sal Two Times? Who sent you to pick me up?”
“I was just driving down the road.”
Robert laughed. “You want me to believe that? You just so happened to stop by that car and you just so happened to know who I was.”
“I thought the driver might need a ride to the gas station. I was trying to do the right thing,” I replied. I checked the side mirror and there was a car on my left but not police.
“And how did you know who I was?”
“I remember seeing your picture in the paper a few years back. I have a really good memory for faces.”
“Then you know what I did. Why are you helping me?
I put my finger to my lips. “Shh. We're coming to a bridge. There's some bike cops and a roadblock. Keep calm, I'll take care of this.”
I rolled down my window as my car rolled up to the cop. “Did I do something wrong, officer?”
“Not yet,” he replied. “Show me your identification.”
I pulled out my card from my purse and handed it to him with a smile. He looked at it and then at my face. “You got something back there?” he asked, pointing to my backseat.
“Just a blanket, you're welcome to check it.” My heart was beating through my chest. I wouldn't be able to get out of this with a smile if they found Robert in my car.
“Won't be necessary. Have a good day, ma'am.” He waved me through the roadblock.
I kept my eyes glued to the rear-view mirror to make sure I wasn't being followed by a motorcycle cop. “We're in the clear now. You can breathe.”
“How were you so sure he wasn't going to check the blanket?” Robert asked.
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sp; “I wasn't.”
Chapter Two
We made it to my apartment building without any other incidents. I parked the car near the sidewalk. It was the closest spot to the entrance.
“We have one more hurdle to get over,” I told Robert. “I can't let any of my neighbors see you with me. They'll know something is up. I'm going to walk into the building first. My apartment is up the stairs, second floor, the third door on the right. 211.”
“211,” Robert repeated.
“Count to twenty and then come up. Walk fast but don't run. I'll leave the door unlocked. If you see anybody, walk right past my door. There's another set of stairs that lead out the back exit. Take those and do a loop around.”
“Got it.”
“Here we go.” I opened my door and walked at a brisk pace to my building. I entered through the door and didn't see anybody. I ascended the stairs and the door to 209 opened.
Old lady Mrs. Peabody peeked her head out. “Oh Carol! You're home. I was wondering if you can watch Billy tonight?”
I cursed silently to myself. If I couldn't ditch her without suspicion then this whole thing would get wrecked. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Peabody but I can't tonight. I already have plans.”
I looked down at the front door of the building. I didn't see Robert yet. I started to walk towards my door with my key out.
“That's a shame. What about tomorrow night?” she asked.
I put my key in the lock and turned. “I'll have to check my calendar. Can you ask me again tomorrow?”
“Sure. Of course,” she replied, closing the door.
I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door behind me. I made sure to keep it unlocked. I looked around my apartment and realized it was a mess. Why didn't I clean it more before I left?
I quickly straightened up the couch pillows and the papers on the coffee table. I watched the door, waiting for Robert. Where was he?
Did he not know how to count to twenty?
I counted myself, tapping my foot on the ground.
The door quietly opened and Robert slipped in. He shut the door without a sound and locked it.
My heart began to calm down. “Did you have to loop around?” I asked.
Robert shook his head. “I saw you talking with a neighbor and I stayed outside until she shut her door.”
“And nobody outside saw you?”
“Nobody,” Robert replied.
“Now that the hard part is out of the way, would you like a drink?”
“I haven't had a drink in five years. I'd kill for one.”
“Bad choice of words,” I said. “What do you drink?”
“Well you're drinking with a convicted killer so I think they were the right words. I'll take a scotch.”
I opened the bar and took out two glasses and a bottle of scotch. “I know you didn't kill those men, Robert.” I poured the scotch and handed the drink to Robert.
He took a sip and moaned with his eyes closed. “I've been waiting to taste that for years.” He took a seat on my white couch with his drink. “And how do you know I didn't kill them?”
I sat down on red bricks of my fireplace. “Because I was at your trial.”
His eyes stared me down. He was trying to see if he remembered me or not. When his eyes lit up. I knew he did. I always made an impression on men. Whether I wanted to or not.
“You were the blonde with the sunglasses. You were there every day of my trial.”
“And I knew that the witness they had against you was a phony. If it wasn't for him, there was no way the jury could convict you without any evidence.”
Robert sat further into the couch. “You know your stuff, Carol. Since you know so much about me, all that about being in the right place at the right time was all baloney.”
I blushed. “I heard what happened on the radio and thought that I had just as good of a chance to find you as a cop would. Turns out I was right.”
Robert swirled the liquid in his glass. “I appreciate everything you've done for me. What's next?”
“Well, I'm going to have to get you new clothes. That man you took the coat from will have no doubt told the police about it. They'll be on the lookout for your description. What were you going to do once you got free and clear?”
“Mexico was at the top of my list. There's a man I know that can get me through the border if I can just get down to Arizona.”
I watched this devilishly handsome man on my couch and couldn't believe it was the legitimate Robert Miller. I'd dreamed of this day for five long years. I stood up and set my drink down on the coffee table. I better get you some clothes right away. Will you be all right here?”
“I'll be fine. Don't you need my jacket and pant sizes?”
I squinted my eyes and studied his figure. He was bigger than at the trial. More built. He had all the time in the world to work out. “Nope, I've got it.”
Chapter Three
I returned to my apartment with new pants, pin-striped suit jacket, and a new hat. “I got your stuff here, Robert,” I announced. I made sure the door was locked after I closed it.
He wasn't in the living room. I walked into my bedroom and found Robert sitting on my bed, paging through my news clippings of his arrest and trial.
“You collected everything,” Robert said, combing over an article about him getting twenty to life.
I took the book from his hands and closed it. “It was a very interesting trial. Here are the clothes I got for you. The bathroom is right there.” I pointed behind him.
Robert sat there and smiled at me. He knew it wasn't just a slight fancy I had about the trial. It was all about him.
“I'll go try this on,” he said, snatching the clothes and bringing them into the bathroom.
“I'll be in the living room with a drink,” I said.
I went out and poured myself a scotch. The alcohol burned so good down my throat. My body was all tense and I needed to relax. But it was impossible with Robert around. It wasn't from the dangerous situation we were in. It was the man himself.
Ever since I saw him in the papers after his arrest, I knew there was something special about him. I dreamed every night about him. I even moved across the state to be close to the prison. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay in that cell forever.
Not my Robert. He'd find a way out.
And he did.
Robert walked out of my bedroom wearing the new suit and pants. He held the hat in his hand. “What do you think?” he asked, spinning around.