Road Trip - Southern Belles Part 3 (Erotic Romance Series) Read online

  Her eyes moved down the mirror, following her hand, tracing her fingertips down her tummy to her furry little mound. The red fuzz was perfectly trimmed to a V. She slid a finger between her lips for a moment, lightly stroking her clit, thinking about the gorgeous man who sat right on the other side of the door. Turning to look at her full round ass, she smacked her smooth, fleshy skin. She smiled in approval as she reached over to turn the water on.

  The hot water felt good running down her back, she thought about Annie and the first time she and Annie had taken a shower together. God that was fun! Annie...Oh how she missed Annie. She would have to call her soon.

  She soaped up a hand towel and slid it across her body, scrubbing the day away and reaching between her thighs, she found her pussy tender and wanting. She dropped the towel and reached up for the shower head. Dammit, why isn’t this removable?

  Reaching down again to massage her clit, she let out a moan and fell against the shower wall. Marti had done this a million times before and she expertly rubbed her clit between two fingers gently and rhythmically. Picking up speed as the little pearl responded to her touch. Her other hand grabbed her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple. Her legs started to shake as the heat built up inside her. It felt so good to shower and a hell of a lot better to please herself.

  She jumped when she heard the door open, and smiled; she knew he couldn’t resist her. She moved back under the water, closing her eyes, pretending she didn’t know he was there. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted him.

  He stepped into the shower and his warm hand caressed and squeezed her butt, trailing along the cleft and then sliding forward to her sex. His other hand snaked around and grabbed her breast. She shivered. He pulled her close and she could feel his naked hardness against her back. Then she heard the most amazingly buttery soft voice in the world.

  "Shhhh, Preciosa, it's me. Let me finish that for you.” His fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing it expertly in circles, back and forth until her body jerked and quickly, trying to hold back, she let out a soft moan, trembled and exploded into his hand.

  She dizzily turned to see Nick standing in front of her as the water beat down on both of them. He was perfectly naked. And nakedly perfect. His dark hands were like chocolate against her vanilla skin.

  He bent down and cupped her chin, sucking her bottom lip. He nipped and she moaned. He held her tightly as he licked and sucked her swollen lip. His right hand moved to her breast, his mouth moving down to her nipple. He rolled the fleshy button between his teeth, licking and nipping and his other hand grabbed her ass, kneading and then he slapped it, hard.

  He flicked her nipple gently with his tongue to ease the sting. As his hardness rubbed against her, he held her ass with his hand. He grabbed it hard, she winced, and he slapped it again. Then he gently rubbed the fire from her stinging cheek. Hmmm, he must be an ass man! It jiggled, she squealed, but the white heat of the smack made a beeline straight to her now uber sensitive clit.

  Oh, he was freaky all right, and Marti loved it. Excitement steadily built up inside her body. Her juices escaped, seeping down her thigh. He pulled her closer into him, holding her tight. Desire ran through her body. God she wanted him.

  Her hand trailed down his back and found his asscheek. She squeezed. She lowered herself down on her knees and guided his cock to her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip. He had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. The color of mocha, as thick as her wrist, smoothly pointing upward, toward her face.

  She held it between her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking the length up and down. She licked the bulbous head ever so slightly, he shuddered, grabbing her hair and pushing his cock into her mouth as she started pumping in and out, sucking and licking.

  He fell back onto the shower wall, moaning something in Spanish that Marti couldn’t understand. His breath quickened and his legs trembled as she sucked on the engorged head, but she wasn't about to let him come. She had other plans for this beautiful cock.

  She pulled him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled a coquettish smile, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower and over to the bed. They were sopping wet and soapy. Nick pushed her onto the bed, and leaned over her, his manhood thick and ready. Marti reached out to stroke it; it had been a while since she felt the hardness of a man’s cock inside her.

  Stroking her pussy with his hand, ass he spread her legs wider. He slid his fingers gently inside her. She wriggled and moaned. “Aye, Princesa, you are so wet and ready,” he mumbled. Barely audible. He bent down and crushed his mouth to hers, his hand stroking her wet sex.

  With a grunt, she grabbed his neck and quickly rolled over and pinned him to the bed. She was about to show him what heaven was like.

  She jumped up and positioned herself over him, slowly easing her sopping wet sex onto his cock. He grabbed her big ass checks with both hands and pulled her down hard on him. “Ahh! Fuck!” she stopped as he thrust his huge cock into her, the sensation of pain and pleasure rushed through her body. She felt the luscious pleasure of his thick cock violating every inch of her and just as quickly as it came; the pain was now white hot pleasure. Fuck yeah! Bit of a tiger, I’ll show him!

  “Qu-qu-que paso?” He stuttered.

  Looking down into his deep brown eyes, she smiled and steadied her hands on his chest. Without blinking an eye, she sucked her bottom lip, and started grinding her hips, her pussy submitting to him as his hands traced along her sides, moving up to her pert nipples, flicking and rolling them between his fingers. They responded as he pulled and pinched them to attention.

  She moaned, as she rocked back and forth on him. She rubbed her clit gently on the base of his cock. Back and forth, side to side, up and down. Now, he was deep inside. The delicious sensation of his cock each time he withdrew and thrust on her G-spot made her moan. “Fuck me Nick, fuck! Oh shit! Harder!” she panted.

  “Oh, si, asi, aye asi!” he groaned as he grabbed her hips and pounded his huge brown cock into her. Marti yelped as she ground her hips wildly, losing control, taking him deeper and deeper.

  With a grunt, he smacked her ass again. The heat of her cheek melded with the hot wetness of her sex and she moaned. He smacked again. She cried out. Her insides were being filled up with a wild force she had never experienced; she screamed “Oh Nnnn…..iii…kkkk….fuck, fuck, fuck me!” as he slammed into her.

  He thrust his cock forcefully to the back of her being, his come ripping through his body, exploding into hers. He grabbed her ass tight as his dick throbbed, thrusting and bumping as the two were flooded in primal ecstasy.

  Marti’s head pounded with light and red, her pussy pulsated on his cock, her clit throbbing and tender as she ground it on his pelvis. They exploded in unison, feeling each other’s bodies tremble and shake, their breath short, their cries shattering.

  She fell on top of him, holding him tight, catching their breath. Sliding his cock out of her, he reached down to find her clit, caressing the sensitive bud with his finger. She flinched; he smiled, rubbing her swollen, wet lips just for a second. Leaning over to kiss her, he gently nipped her lip, then sucked it into his mouth, licking the sting away. “Aye, Mamacita, Que rico, que suave, que...” as he devoured her lips again.

  Marti groaned. She was satisfied, every muscle in her body ached with absolute fucking pleasure.

  She did it. She fucked him. After only a few hours of knowing him. And she loved it.

  Any previous thoughts she had of being a respectable southern belle went straight out the door.

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  Chapter 6

  Marti was awakened by soft kisses on her bottom, and warm hands caressing her back, slowly tracing her spine. She inhaled, enjoying the sensation of a man’s hands touching her body. She turned to look at Nick; he had a worried look on his face. “What's wrong, you okay?”

  “I'm so sorry, Peach, I was rough with you, I am so very sorry.” His eyes moved down her butt.

  “What do y
ou mean? I didn't’ feel no ‘rough’?” She winked. He really was an amazing lover.

  “Look, Preciosa” as he motioned to her bottom. There was a red mark where he had slapped her butt cheek.

  “Oh, Honey, don't worry about that, you’re fuckin’ incredible. Maybe a gal needs some ‘rough’ every once in awhile,” she laughed.

  He smiled as he leaned into her, nuzzling her neck. “I would love to eat you up right now, Peach, but we need to get on the road, it’s getting late.”

  “Lemme take a quick shower and we’re outta here!” She crawled out of the bed, her legs still wobbly as she stumbled to the bathroom. Damn, he is amazing!

  After a quick shower, they packed up their things and headed out to the truck. The sun was out and it was going to be another hot, sticky day.

  Marti had been a whirlwind since she met Nick, and right now, she wasn’t sure what she was doing. Hell, she wasn’t sure about anything other than the fact that she was traveling cross-country with the most gorgeous, polite, chivalrous man she had ever met. The size of his dick wasn’t bad, either.

  The truck was all fueled up and ready to go. He opened the passenger side door and helped her up the steps and into her seat. She shook her big round, butt in his face and he smacked it.

  “Hey!” She hollered.

  “Don’t be shaken that bad boy in my face!” he laughed.

  They were finally on their way. Nick put on some slow Latin music on the radio while Marti was fiddling with her iPhone. After all the sexy hubbub of the night before, they finally had a minute to breathe.

  “So, what do you plan on doing in L.A.?”

  “Paparazzi” she answered.

  “Papa what?”

  “Paparazzi, you know those crazy photographers that hide in the bushes and get paid thousands of dollars when they snap a picture of a hot celebrity?” She picked up her iPhone and started snapping pictures of Nick.

  “Hey! Keep that thing away from me!”

  “Why? It’s fun! You can be my first hot celebrity! Say cheese!” snapping photos of him while he drove. “While I’m in Hollywood, I gonna take pictures of all kinds of movie stars in compromising positions. I’m going to be rich! Woo hoo!” She laughed like a kid on Christmas morning.

  He quickly glanced at her “Rich? Why you want to be rich, Marti? You already are rich. You're beautiful, sexy, you’ve got a very sexy Southern drawl, y’all,” he laughed. “You have your health, the most gorgeous face I’ve ever seen, and you’re sitting in a brand-new rig next to me, Nicholas Adrian Vargas, what more do you want?”

  “Adrian? Did you just say Adrian? What’s up with that? Did that come from that ‘Rocky’ movie?” Lowering her voice, imitating Rocky and trying not to laugh, “Adrian, yo, Adrian!” and then giggling, “No, no, I know...your mom wanted you to be a girl!!” In a high girly voice, “Adrian, oh honey bun, come over and fix your curls.” She teased, unable to control her laugh. Oh! He makes me feel like a kid again.

  He winked and lowered his voice, “No smart ass, she was happy to have a boy. And seriously, aren’t you glad she did?”

  “So, what do you do when you’re not driving trucks across country?”

  “Honestly, Princesa, since the business has gotten so big, we’ve hired a lot of people to run it. I really don’t do too much. I mean… I stay close to the office in case someone needs me, but we’ve got some really good people working for us and they hardly ever need anything. That’s why I took this load. I was bored. I had to get out of the house. Dispatch was scrambling around for someone to get this cargo cross-country and I told him I do it. They were a little shocked that the boss offered to drive this load to L.A., but I remember where I came from, can’t ask my employees to do something I wouldn’t do myself.”

  Marti sighed. “So, like…have you ever been married? Do you have any children? Have you ever thought about having a family?”

  Nick laughed. “Slow down, Peach, I just barely met you and you’re trying to get me married off already. You sound like my mother. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing without a husband or children?”

  “I asked you first.”

  “You’re right, you did. And I asked you second. So tell me beautiful redheaded Princesa del mundo, why are you alone out here in this cold, lonely world?”

  She looked out the window. There was nothing but fields. For miles and miles,no lights, no houses, nothing. Yes, she was alone in this cold, lonely world, and she wasn’t sure if this gorgeous hunk of man who she just had amazing sex with was the right person to be telling her troubles to. He was the first ray of sunshine in her life since Tommy left, except for when Annie came home. Tommy screwed that up, too. Asshole.

  “Princesa? Are you ignoring me?” Nick waved his hand in front of her face, and she lightly smacked it down and held it. “No,” she turned and smiled at him. “I’m not ignoring you, just thinking.” She could see the warmth of his eyes and the sincerity in his voice. Where have you been all my life?

  As they drove along the highway, Marti finally felt some peace inside. She didn’t know where she was going or even what she was going to do when she got there. She had never been out of the southern states, and this was a trip of a lifetime.

  Thinking about everything she had left behind and what was in store for her up ahead, she was excited and also afraid. At least she knew for the next 24 hours she would be with Nick, the owner of Vargas International. The Latin Lover with an incredible dick, a tight ass, money in his pocket and a twinkle in his eye. Whatever the hell that means. She only met him about 12 hours ago.

  God, I hope he’s not a crazed killer or something.

  Crawling into the bunk behind her, “So, whatcha got back here?” It was a lot bigger than she thought. There was a bed big enough for two or three people, a small bar, Blu-Ray player and a big screen TV. “Holy shit! This truck is HUGE!!”

  Nick smiled. “Go ahead and turn on the TV. We have satellite. You can get just about any channel you want.”

  “Sah-weet!” she exclaimed as she grabbed the control and turned on the TV. Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ was playing and she noticed it was set on the old movie channel.

  “You like old movies?”

  “I sure do, watch them at night sometimes when I stop. Why? What’s on?”

  “‘The Birds’, Hitchcock was great! Have you ever noticed the effects? We’ve come such a long way.” She laid back into the bunk, thinking about all the old movies she watched with Annie, she needed to call Annie soon. She was probably home having amazing sex with Tommy. Meh, I’ll call her later, this trip is way more fun than digging up old wounds!

  Marti lay there thinking about the previous night’s fuck session, Nick, and what she was going to do when she got to L.A. After watching a couple of old black and white sitcoms, she drifted off to sleep.

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  Chapter 7

  Marti felt the truck rumble to a stop and opened her eyes. She looked up through the front window and saw it was dark outside. The TV was still on and Nick got up from the driver's seat and came towards her.

  “Everything ok?” she asked through sleepy eyes.

  “Yes, Peach, just need to sleep for a bit. You ok? Thirsty?” he smiled, handing her a Diet Coke. He reached up and opened the moon roof on the bunk; the desert’s night air cooled the truck instantly.

  “Where are we?”

  “A little bit outside of Albuquerque. I need to stop here, get a few hours sleep, and then we’ll get back on the road.”

  “Cool. I must have slept all day. This truck makes me so sleepy. When are we going to eat? I'm hungry.”

  “You did sleep, Preciosa, I'm glad you got some rest. Now I need to get some. There are some snacks in that little fridge over there.” He gestured to a small refrigerator in the wall. “Grab whatever you want.” Crawling into the bunk, he took off his shirt and lay across the huge bed, exhausted. Within minutes, she heard his rhythmic breathing as he fell asleep.

  M
arti grabbed a snack from the fridge and sat up front, wide awake, eating and thinking about Annie. She pulled out her phone and texted her.

  ‘R U there?’

  ‘Marti?’

  ‘yes, its me. can you talk?’

  ‘where R U?’

  ‘Somewhere outside of Albuquerque.’

  ‘U OK? ive been worried sick.’

  ‘Sorry bout that. im OK Met an amazing man. We are on our way to LA. R yall OK?married yet?’

  ‘no not yet. I found the pictures. tommy told me all about you and him. it’s OK. you can come home now. i miss you. i need my friend here with me.’

  ‘not that ez. theres nothing there. having fun here.’

  ‘i miss you.’

  ‘miss u too. ill call when i get to LA. maybe you can hook me up?’

  ‘yes, please call i miss you. i love you.’

  Tears fell down Marti’s face as she looked at her phone. She missed Annie and the ranch. She sniffled and looked out the window. What am I doing?

  Staring out the window, she reminisced about her life. How her daddy was a drunk and left her and her mama when she was so little. Her mama worked hard to support her. She remembered playing outside with her best friend, Annie. They would go down to the creek and poke sticks at the crawdads. She thought about the hot summer nights when they slept outside on Grandpa Gibbon’s hammock and caught fireflies in a jar. And her Senior Prom…her date, Billy Crawford, was a flippin’ riot. Wonder whatever happened to him?

  Life was so easy back then, no worries, no problems, just young and free, enjoying each day as it came. What the hell happened?

  The city lights were miles in front of them, and all around the outside of the truck was dark. Really dark and really spooky. Where the hell did he park? She shivered. It was scary out there. She quietly stood up and crawled back into the bunk with Nick. She felt a lot safer there.

  His bare chest moved up and down, his breath slow and steady, in and out, in and out. Like a sleeping god laying there in his jeans, his mocha chest and his taut belly showing just a touch of fine hairs. Locks of his black wavy hair lie across his forehead. So how am I supposed to do this? Do I cuddle this guy? Lay here by myself? God knows the bed is big enough. Shit, I just wanna fuck him again.