by Ally Miller
“The last five years.”
“Interesting. Where are you from originally?”
“Denver.”
“Awesome. I love riding on I-287 up through the mountains. Why did you come to New York?”
Julie's eyes drifted away from Trent and off into the distance. Why had she come to New York? Why did anyone come across the country or across the ocean to New York?
“Same reason as everybody else. Sex and the city. Fun, glamorous life. Love, family.”
“You came to New York to find love and family?” Trent asked skeptically.
Julie narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
He put his hands up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a question.”
Julie waved her hand in front of her face. She couldn't bear to hear any more. It wasn't his fault. She'd already forgiven him.
“It's okay. she said I just suck at my job.”
Trent reached out and put his hand on top of hers. Their eyes locked.
“No, you don’t. I think you did a really good job. It was a bad match from the start.”
Julie's eyes popped open. “A bad match? What do you mean? She seemed like she was really into you.”
Trent snickered, played with his hair, and turned away from her. “Yes, she was really into me. Into my money and my celebrity status. That's about it.”
“That's more than a lot of guys can say.” Julie wasn’t sure where that had come from. But she hadn’t been able to contain herself.
“Well, let’s just say that I set my standards a lot higher than most guys.
Not to be arrogant or anything.”
Julie smiled. Her eyes flickered with desire. “That definitely sounds a little bit arrogant.”
There was a moment of silence.
Then they both started laughing. They spent the next 20 minutes laughing and talking. Julie had never had much interest in athletes or football, but she loved his wild and adventurous spirit. It made her fantasize about the open road, the wind blowing through her hair, adrenaline coursing through her body, her arms wrapped around his torso.
Trent licked his full, kissable lips, and smiled slyly. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”
“A bike? What do you mean?”
Chapter 9
“Just hold on tight. Okay?” Trent said.
Julie nodded up and down. Trent stared at her with a cocky confident grin. She had never ridden before. He was going to give her an experience that she would never forget.
Trent pulled onto the West Side Highway and started flying, blowing past cars, weaving in between them. He felt so free. He loved the feel of the wind on the skin. He loved the feel of Julie’s arms wrapped tightly around him. This was something he had never experienced with Pamela. Sharing the open road with a woman, even though he hardly knew, was even more exhilarating than he had anticipated.
This is what he had been missing. They rode for about an hour and exited the highway in near Greenwich Village.
“I hope I didn't go too fast.”
Her face flushed. She blinked several times. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. She came forward with her arms wide open and hugged him. He smiled, not quite sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. A strange energy passed from her body to his. It was unlike anything he'd experienced. He immediately felt a strong connection with her. It didn't quite make sense to him. But it felt so real.
After they broke the embrace, they stared at each other a bit longer. She reached up, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the lips.
“Damn, you're fast. And bold.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”
Something deep within his soul told him that there was much more to this young woman than he had ever imagined. On the surface, she seemed plain, boring and conservative. Attractive, yes. But bland. But now he suspected that deep down within her, she yearned for adventure, yearned for the open road. That was a life he could give her.
“You ever thought about taking a cross-country trip?” he asked.
“Well, actually yes. Do you happen to know anybody who's looking for a travel companion?”
“I think I might,” Trent said playfully.
Julie took a step towards him, let her hands slide down his chest, and settle over his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge. Trent closed his eyes and sighed. He could only admire that sort of boldness in a woman.
He leaned his head down. Their lips touched her softly. Once. Twice. Three times. And then their lips locked, their tongues twisted and twirled, darted and sloshed.
He kissed her neck. Nibbled on her ear.
He whispered, “What do you think about spending the weekend together in a five-star hotel, just the two of us?”
“And then what?
“And then we head across the country. Just you and I. Bonnie and Clyde. Wild and free.”
They spent a few more minutes kissing on the sidewalk. Then they got back on the bike. Julie wrapped her arms around his torso and let her head fall onto his back.
Chapter 10
Once in the hotel room, it was only moments before they started tearing at each other's clothes, scratching and clawing, kissing hungrily. Julie could feel her panties soaking wet. It had been so long since she'd been ravished by a man, truly dominated, pleased and pleasured. Oh my God! His hands were so strong, his arms so ripped and hard. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, beautifully defined physique. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that cock, wanted it in her hands and in her mouth. She quickly dropped to her knees and began undoing the belt buckle.
Trent leaned his head back and moaned. She reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, beautiful circumcised, semi-hard cock. She marveled at it.
“Oh my God! That's such a beautiful cock. It's huge.”
Trent smiled. “Don't worry baby. I'll be gentle.”
“No, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me really hard.”
Trent’s eyes opened wide. He smiled and shook his head.
Julie gripped the huge balls in one hand and with the other, she worked his cock up and down, from the base to the head. She stuck her tongue into the piss slit and tasted the honey nectar pre-cum.
He was breathing heavy, moaning with his eyes closed. She smiled as she looked up at him. She loved knowing that she could please him, tame that beast, skillfully milk that cock. Her eyes opened wide with desire. Her pupils dilated.
She licked up and down the shaft, swirled her tongue around the huge head.
She reached between her legs and began stroking her wet labia. She brought the juice slicked fingers to her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. She loved the taste of herself. She rubbed the wet fingers around the rim of Trent's ass hole.
“Yes,” he said. “Fuck. That feels good.”
She loved pleasing him, making him moan and groan. She knew that her generosity would be reciprocated many times over. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her silly, push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she'd ever thought possible. She wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her walls, pumping deeper into her than any man ever had, filling her completely. Never in her life had she held such a beautiful cock. Veins snaked up and down. It was so fucking hard! She was sure that he would shoot a huge load into her.
She got off her knees and stood up. She put her hands on his pecs and squeeze, then let her hands dance down his six pack. “Oh my God,” she said, “I want you inside me.”
He reached down, grabbed her head, and began kissing her on the mouth. He gripped her ass and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her her legs around his torso and0 her arms around his neck. She loved the feel of those strong hands, quarterback, football gripping hands, tightly palming her ass.
She felt his cock going in and out of her. She threw her head back and moaned.
She had never imagined taking
something so hard and big inside of her. But it felt so good. There was no need for lube. She was dripping wet.
He pressed her up against the wall and began pounding her thrusting his hips back and forth. They were both sweating and panting and scratching and clawing. Julie could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, an orgasm quickly taking hold of her. Within moments she began losing control of her body, writhing, twisting. Trent gripped her even tighter and thrust even harder.
He let out a loud groan as he shot his seed deep into her. His thrusting hips gradually slowed down until he soon came to a complete stop. Still pressed up against the wall, she kept her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
No man had ever made love to her like that. She'd never completely lost control of her body during an orgasm.
Trent carried her to the hotel bed and gently laid her down. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. She was going to come again and again and again. His tongue moved up and down her labia, across and diagonally. He flicked against her clit head, once, twice, then he put his hands under her ass, pressed his face into her dripping cunt and began sucking. Within seconds she lost control of herself again, spasming wildly. A fountain of fluids shot of her and into the air.
More and more fluid came out of her soaking both of them and the bed.
“Holy shit! You’re a squirter. That’s awesome!
Julie spasmed on the bed several times, rolling over on her stomach, then onto her back. She could feel the wet, puddle of desire underneath. She had never done anything like that. She had never even imagined that she could squirt.
When she had finally gained control of herself, she extended her arms to Trent. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on his chest. Her body heaved up and down. She had never imagined that an orgasm could be so powerful, so deeply moving, that it could bring her to tears. He held and comforted her. This was the man she needed. This was the man who would give her the life that she dreamed of.
After three days of frolicking and cavorting, licking and sucking, cumming and squirting, kissing and slurping, they hit the open road on Trent's bike. American style. Wild and free.
THE END
Bonus 23 of 30
Soul Mates
Description
Rory wants nothing more than to put the past behind her. She ran off to New York city to become famous when she was eighteen-years-old to be discovered. But her only discovery was finding that city is cruel and expensive. She dreams of going to college and bettering herself while she waits tables and barely makes ends meet.
Michael Venture is a famous billionaire who uses his fortune to change the world. On the outside, he’s charming and refined, but he holds a terrible secret. He’s a being from another world sent to protect the Earth from monsters that want to take it for their own.
When Rory and Michael meet, she can’t help but feel that she knows him from somewhere and that feeling intensifies with each passing moment. Are they about to embark on a whirlwind love at first sight romance or are they soulmates meant to find one another over and over again?
Chapter 1
“Reports of a mysterious crime fight continue to come in. Witnesses report a man in a hooded jacket with tails coming to their aid during robberies, assaults, and other crimes,” the newscaster’s voice amusingly announced. “That’s right channel five viewers. What makes several of these cases strange is that they apparently involved deranged individuals, and some of the witnesses even described them as monsters. I guess it’s a good thing that this mysterious stranger is here to protect us all.”
“What is this, a living comic book?” Rory complained as she adjusted her waitress uniform in the reflection of the diner’s window. Her boss had the television glued to channel five for a solid week since the stories of the renegade hero started being covered.
“Who knows,” her coworker, Max, who worked in the kitchen called out. “I’ve got this theory that some rich philanthropist is behind it. Good Samaritan billionaire by day, vigilante of justice by night.”
“I think you’ve been reading too much Batman,” Rory replied with an eye roll. At that moment the news segment changed to a story about how British billionaire Michael Venture had recently moved to New York City and was already putting his money to charitable good. “...or not.” She corrected, feeling a bit guilty that she was watching the segment instead of cleaning tables, but the diner was dead.
Michael Venture's face was young, he might have been thirty years old at most. “Must be nice,” Rory despaired. The girl was trying to save up for college and was failing miserably. She had been one of those eighteen-year-old girls who went to New York to be in the big city and get discovered. She was twenty-three now, practicality and desperation taking over. She took any job she could so she could earn a degree, but with rent and other things, she just couldn’t get ahead.
“Rory, I’m cutting you. Go home.” Her manager swept in from the back room and made her jump out of her skin.
“No please! I need the money.”
Her manager looked around the empty diner. “There’s no one here, Rory. You can watch TV on your own time.”
Fighting the urge to glare at him, she grabbed her sweatshirt and keys and hit the street. “Maybe I should have gone into stripping after all.” It might have given her a reputation, but she’d be much more financially stable.
She was two blocks from home when she noticed someone following her. Rory cursed because she did not have the energy to deal with a wacko. This was the one thing she missed about the Connecticut suburb she grew up in. She never needed mace.
“Hand over the money and nobody gets hurt.”
Rory fought the urge to panic, but also tried to not make a situation worse. “Leave me alone,” she pleaded, “I barely have enough to make my rent.”
“Me too, sister,” the mugger said as he approached her in a ski mask. “That’s why I’m robbing you.”
Rory heaved a sigh, she was too bitter about everything wrong in her life to cry. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her tip money. “Here. That’s all I have.”
The man snatched it from her and counted it. “Good, good, what else do you have?”
“Nothing!” Rory exclaimed. “I’m practically broke. I gave you all the money on me and you have the nerve to want more?”
The mugger pointed his pocket at her like there was a gun inside it. “I can think of something else you can give me…” Even though she couldn’t see his face, his voice insinuated terrible things. Rory stared at the mugger with wide eyes. Was it really coming to this?
Just when Rory was convinced that she was going to get raped or killed, someone came to her rescue. They kicked the mugger out of the way and when the criminal went to use his gun, his hand was frozen like he was paralyzed. The assailant brandished an umbrella at the mugger and Rory thought she was losing her mind because she could have sworn she saw a white light spinning out of the tip of the umbrella as it opened and closed.
“What the hell is this?” the mugger asked.
“Ge out of here!” the stranger exclaimed, “But not before you give that girl her money back.”
The mugger dropped the money before he dashed into the darkness. It was then that Rory noticed the jacket with the tails and underneath his hood, the man wore a mask over his eyes.
“You’re that guy from the news.”
He nodded and offered her his hand. She couldn’t see all of his face but she noticed his deep blue eyes behind his mask and he had dark brown hair that was cut in a short but stylish way. “Yes, I am,” he replied and Rory noticed his accent right away. She thought of the news segment she watched in the diner and didn’t know whether to laugh or check her temperature.
“Are you Michael Venture?” Rory asked.
The man looked at her dumbfounded before he grabbed her roughly by the arm and drew her close to him so he could whisper in her ear. “How do you know who I am?”
Rory was shocked that her hunch had been correct. “I saw you on the news. It seemed obvious that you have multiple coals in the fire.” She put her hands on his gripping fingers. “Thank you for saving me.”
The man seemed to relax a bit. “You needed saving. That’s why I’m here.”
Rory furrowed her brow, trying to understand. “I’d ask why, but I probably should get home before another mugger gets the chance to rob me.”
The masked man smiled faintly for a moment before he stopped her. “Actually, I have a proposition for you.”
Rory’s mind instantly went back to the worst-case scenario, of what the mugger had been insinuating. Why the hell had she left her mace at home. “Proposition... besides seeing your face on television I don’t know you from Adam!”
“Give me a chance,” Michael Venture assured, “You can trust me.”
Chapter 2
He led her to fancy car with blacked out windows. Rory felt dirty as she slid into the passenger seat. Michael Venture removed his mask and Rory took in his unobstructed face. He was handsome and the more she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. Maybe it was because she just saw him on television but something made her feel nostalgic.
“Where are you taking me?”
Michael looked at her. “Wherever you want.”
“My apartment,” Rory answered, still not sure how she felt about being alone with him. “After you tell me about this absurd proposition.”
“Very well,” he began. “When that man was attempting to you, I overheard that you are in need of money.”
Rory felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Yeah... getting cut at the diner doesn’t help.”
“Well I have tons of money and I would love to help you out.”
Rory felt a strange mix of emotions at his offer. While it would significantly help her, she couldn’t help but feel like one of his charity cases. Then she couldn’t help but wondering when this was going to take a turn for the worse and grabbed onto the door handle in case she needed to make a getaway. “Well that’s nice of you, I guess. What’s the catch?”
