“I love you,” she moans as she kisses my lips.
My heart nearly explodes in my chest, it’s beating so hard. How can a girl as perfect as her love a guy like me? I don’t understand it, but I’m thankful that it’s true.
“I love you too, my angel.” I kiss her neck—marking her soft skin with my lips—as I slowly drag my dick back out, moaning as I feel her cunt’s tight grip on my shaft.
Her body starts to ease into it with the next thrust, and the walls of her pussy begin to relax the ruthless grip it has on my cock. It’s still as snug and tighter than anything I’ve ever experienced, but she seems to be enjoying it more. The pain is gone from her face. It’s replaced with a look of ecstasy as her mouth drops open and her eyes slide shut.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper to her as I pick up the pace, dominating her innocent body. She moans with every thrust.
The band starts a new song and it’s loud and intense. I match my strokes to the rhythm of the song that’s roaring through the arena, slamming my cock into her warm pussy with every heavy beat of the drum.
Angie’s hips meet mine with every thrust, building the intensity, getting me closer to filling her pussy with the cum that’s making my balls ache.
The crowd is getting rowdy in the arena beneath us. It’s like they can sense that we’re both close. They’re jumping up and down, rough and wild, cheering as the band hammers their instruments so hard that I can feel the beat reverberating in my core.
I fuck her even harder—taking her body and claiming her as my own. An image of her with a big sexy belly—all rounded with my child growing inside—flashes into my head and I cum on the spot. The need to breed her is taking over, and I’m letting it. I fuck her with my raw cock like a savage animal.
Her body starts to shake, and the soft tremors rippling through her legs get faster and harder as the song gets more wild and out of control.
“I want it,” she moans in my ear as her pussy clenches around me, squeezing me harder. “Give me your cum. Plant your seed in me. Please.”
Her sweet voice mixed with the delicious thought that I’m the only man who has been inside her makes me release. I hold her tight as I root in deep, feeling my aching balls clench as I let out a savage roar. I empty every drop of my cum deep into her virgin womb while the song ends and the crowd explodes into wild cheers all around us.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as she cums along with me, sending a rush of warm juices splashing onto my empty balls.
“That’s my good little angel,” I growl as I slowly pull back out, loving the feeling of her tight pussy as it milks my cock, massaging drips of cum out of it with every excruciating inch. “Take in all that cum that your man just gave you. Take in every last drop.”
Her legs are shaking as I slowly slide back in, loving how her cunt is still squeezing me, trying to get more of my seed. She wants to be bred as much as I want to breed her.
I smile into her neck as I picture my sperm swimming to her waiting womb where my flag will be planted and she’ll never be able to get it back. She’s mine now.
We’ll be together until our last day. This angel in my arms will never be allowed to leave me. I’ve claimed this body, and I don’t ever plan on letting it go.
The lights go down and the band starts playing a soft romantic song as I slide my cock out of her. She lets out a whimper as my thick head drops out of her pink hole. We both look down at my dick that’s coated in cum and her virginity. It’s a beautiful sight and she seems to be enjoying it as much as I am as she climbs up to her knees, breathing heavily as she stares at it.
I’ve taken her without protection and done everything I can think of to bind her to me. Now it’s time to enjoy her heavenly presence, and just hold her in my arms.
She feels so delicate and tiny as I take her off the metal grate and cradle her to my chest. The song is beautiful and soothing, just like her. He’s singing about a girl he loved in Paris.
My heart slows to a soft rhythm as I breathe in the strawberry scent of her hair, enjoying the feeling of her in my arms. We watch the band perform the romantic song, and she smiles when the crowd starts lighting up lighters and holding up their cell phones, lighting the arena for us in a soft glow.
There are twenty thousand people below us, but as far as we’re concerned there’s only us in the arena. No one else exists. This is our world. Made for us.
We’re the only two that matter.
She nuzzles her cheek against my chest and I hold her even tighter as we listen to our private show. This is the perfect ending to an unbelievable night. One that I’ll remember forever.
I thought I was losing my mind earlier when I first saw her in the crowd, but now my thoughts have never been so clear. We belong together. As crazy as that sounds, it’s true.
She looks up at me with eyes so tender they make my chest ache. “What now?” she asks as the soft song wraps around us like a warm embrace.
“We stay together,” I answer as the singer serenades us over the beautiful glow of a thousand lighters.
“My Paris love, oh, oh. I’ll never forget my Paris love, oh, oh…”
“We get married.”
She smiles as she looks up at me with sparkling brown eyes. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
I kiss her forehead and hold her even tighter. “We can go anywhere in the world. Live any place you choose. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”
She smells so good. She feels even better. As long as I can hold her like this each night, everything will be okay.
“Paris sounds nice,” she says as she listens to the sweet song with a smile on her luscious lips.
“My heart is still in Paris, oh, oh, with my Paris love, oh, oh…”
“Paris it is,” I say, grinning as she turns in my arms. She kisses my lips as she raises her hips and lowers her wet pussy back onto my cock.
She rides me for the rest of the song until the crowd is cheering and we’re both cumming as one.
Paris. Heaven. What’s the difference with this little angel by my side?
7
Angie
My heart is still pounding even though we’re safe now in the street, lost in the huge crowd that’s emptying out of the arena. We waited until the concert ended and all of the people rushed to the doors.
Jax said that the security would be the busiest then and we could easily slip out, which we did. He held my hand tightly, holding my body protectively close to his as we made our way through the crowd. His big arms and fierce elbows made sure that no man touched me.
I don’t want anyone else to touch me again. I only want him.
This night has been incredible. Better than any romance book, or romantic movie. It’s our love story, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
It’s dark in the cool night of the city, and I’m a little scared as Jax pulls me away from the arena down a quiet street. I’m not afraid of him—I know that he would die before hurting me—I’m afraid that the moment might be over, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t want it to ever end.
I want to be his, and I’m just worried that all of the binding words that he whispered into my ear are going to be taken back now that he has my virginity and the night is coming to an end.
The summer night breeze is cool and feels good on my warm sweaty skin. My panties are still in Jax’s pocket and the air slides up my skirt, making my wet pussy tingle. It feels so good and makes me crave to be touched by him again.
Chloe is somewhere in the crowd, but I don’t want to see her. How can I explain to her what happened? How can I explain to anyone how my life just got flipped upside down in the best possible way?
“Fuck,” Jax says as he stops and looks down at me with his dark piercing eyes. A warm shiver flows through me as he shakes his head. “You look even more beautiful in the moonlight, my angel.”
I can see the love pouring out of his eyes. I can feel it radiating off his skin as he looks at me.
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How could I ever doubt that we would be together forever? I’ll never do it again.
“Which way to Paris?” I ask with a giggle.
He leans in over me and slides his powerful hand up my skirt, cupping my throbbing pussy. “I know which way to heaven,” he says as he dips a finger inside me, making me moan.
“Oh, Jax,” I moan gripping his tight forearm with both hands as he curls his finger against my inner walls and drags it up and down. “Shit.”
I cum on his hand in the middle of the street, breathing like there’s a hole in my lung as I look around in a panic to see if anyone saw. It’s just the two of us.
“Angie,” he says, making my heart speed up. The sound of my name on his lips mixed with the warmth of another orgasm ripping through me is enough to make my legs stop functioning. “Let’s leave now.”
It’s so soon. It’s so sudden. It’s so irresponsible. I have an apartment and a job, but I can’t stop myself from nodding my head up and down as I gaze into his eyes.
It’s time to surrender all control, and let Jax take care of me. I’ve never been to Europe. I’ve never been anywhere, but I’d travel to the ends of the earth if Jax was by my side.
“I have lots of money,” he says. “We can fly to Paris, and start our life together.” His big hand slides over my stomach, holding our baby which I know is already growing in my womb.
“What are we waiting for?” I ask, sliding my hand over his.
His hard face melts into a smile, making me lightheaded. I love making him do that.
I squeal out in surprise as he lunges forward and sweeps me off my feet. I nuzzle my nose into his thick neck, breathing his sexy masculine scent as he walks down the street and hails a cab.
He looks at me with a grin as the yellow taxi stops at our feet. “Ready, my angel?”
I love it when he calls me that.
“I’m ready,” I say, nodding as he opens the door for me.
We both climb into the cab, and Jax holds me close as the driver looks at him through the rearview mirror.
“The airport,” Jax grunts.
Wow. My pulse is racing. We’re actually going.
I’ve always wanted to see the City of Love, although as Jax crushes his lips to mine and pulls me closer with a firm grip, I can’t help but think that I’m already there.
8
Angie
A month later…
“There it is,” I say, smiling as I point to our apartment in the distance. I can recognize it by the adorable yellow flower pots that hang off our balcony’s railing.
It’s tiny with only a small bathroom, an even tinier kitchen, and a bed, but it’s all we need. And I absolutely love it. It’s on the top floor of a three-story building on the Champs-Élysées. Most mornings we sip our espressos on the balcony as we watch the well-dressed Parisians hurry off to work, and we usually sit out there all night, drinking the best wine France can offer as we watch the tourists from all over the world take pictures up and down the famous street. During the day in between, well, let’s just say that the City of Love is living up to its reputation.
“One day I’ll get you a bigger one,” Jax says as he steps up behind me, wrapping his huge protective arms around my body.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “That one is perfect.”
Everything about Paris is perfect, and everything about Jax is perfect too.
“Whatever you say, my angel,” he answers as we look out at the spectacular view of the gorgeous city. We’re standing on top of the Eiffel Tower enjoying the late evening as the sun is starting to set. Stunning hues of pink and purple are splashed across the sky, making this all feel like a postcard. One by one, lights pop on around the city, lighting up like fireflies on a perfect summer night.
The past month with Jax has been a dream. I’ve loved every minute of it from the second we touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport, to the second we found our dream apartment, to the second Jax proposed in the Luxembourg Garden.
It was risky getting on an airplane and moving to another continent with someone I didn’t know, but looking back I would do it all over again. I still blush when I think back to that first night. Who knew that the caveman who kicked a door down, nearly killed the man trying to hurt me, and then threw me over his shoulder would be such a sweetheart?
Jax is so possessive over me, and he hates it when other guys look at me, but I don’t mind. Every time I see his arms flex and his hands squeeze into fists, I get so turned on knowing that it’s all for me. He’d do anything to protect me, and if I’m being honest with myself, I love that my sexy caveman is completely obsessed with me.
It’s the thing I love most.
“Come with me,” he says in a firm voice as he grabs my wrist, and pulls me away.
His deep, commanding voice always makes me so wet. I always tell myself that I’m not going to let him order me around, but the second he opens his mouth and barks a command, I’m like putty in his big hands, willing to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Who am I trying to kid? I love the way he orders me around like he owns me.
Because he does.
He leads me into the bowels of the iron tower, slipping past a gate and into a short hallway that we’re not supposed to be in.
“Where are we going?” I ask as my pulse starts racing.
Jax turns to me with a grin as he stops in front of a ladder. “Remember our first night together?” he asks.
How could I ever forget? It’s still the best night of my life. Having sex over an arena of twenty thousand oblivious people while the band played under us. It was incredible, and the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
“We’re doing the French version tonight,” he says in a deep gravelly voice.
I know that voice, and I know that look. And I know what comes next when I see and hear it.
So, I push past him and hurry up the iron ladder as fast as I can. Jax stays close behind me, ready to catch me if I fall.
We arrive on a metal grated platform that’s over the heads of the tourists down below. We’re only about forty feet up and there’s no band playing to drown out the sound of our screams so we have to be quiet.
I’m not sure how Jax would react if a man looked up and saw me naked. He would probably throw the man off the tower to see if he could fly.
He claims my mouth with his, taking everything I’m giving him. My pussy throbs in anticipation as the warmth in my body settles between my legs.
Jax is so fucking sexy. I love his rough features and the way he can’t restrain himself around me. He slides one hand around my neck as the other one balls my hair up in a fist.
“Tell me you love me,” he says as he pulls my hair down, tilting my head back so he can see in my eyes. I’m under his complete control and I fucking love it.
“I love you so much,” I say before he crushes his lips onto mine, thrusting his warm tongue into my mouth and stealing my breath.
Electricity crackles and sizzles around us as my body gives into his demands.
He pulls his lips away from mine, leaving me aching for more as he looks down into my eyes. I wonder if he can see how much I need him right now. I wonder if he can tell how utterly dependent I am on his love.
His hand slides under my dress, and he grins when he sees that I’m not wearing any underwear. He’s always stealing my panties from me so I just stopped wearing them. Besides, it’s easier this way.
I moan as his hard cock presses against my stomach, making me weak in the knees as thoughts of what’s to come penetrates my mind.
We have a spectacular view of the sun setting over Paris, but our eyes are locked on each other. Nothing can beat this view.
My excited fingers fumble on his belt, desperately clawing at the leather to get his hard cock freed. He helps me out and unbuckles it before sliding the zipper down, and pulling out his big thick dick.
I wiggle out of his grasp and drop to a knee like he’s some kind of god t
hat I’m about to worship. He groans and digs his hands into my hair when I drag my tongue along the pulsing vein that runs up the underside of his shaft.
Delicious beads of white cum drip out of his head, and I greedily lick up every last drop. My impatient little mouth craves more so I suck him until he’s hissing between clenched teeth.
“Fuck, Angie,” he grunts as I roll my tongue along his shaft. “Your sexy little mouth is heaven on my big cock. Are you going to swallow all the cum that your man has ready for you?”
I nod my head up and down as I suck him off even harder.
“Then open wide,” he says as he grips my head with two strong hands. I know what’s coming and I try to relax, but all I can think about is how it’s going to feel when he lets go in my mouth and his hot cum oozes down my throat.
“Relax that throat, my angel,” he commands as he holds my head in place.
I do as he says, and relax my lips and jaw and throat. He thrusts deep in my mouth, and his cock feels like it’s banging my tonsils like a pinata. My eyes fill with water and I almost gag, but I don’t want him to stop. The sexy way his dark eyes look down on me all filled with lust and arousal is the best fucking thing ever.
I just open my mouth and let him take control. He thrusts in and out, fucking my little mouth with his big cock.
My hand flies to my pussy and I start rubbing my clit furiously as he slams his cock in and out of my head mercilessly. His arms are flexed as he squeezes my head, yanking it wherever he wants it to go.
He’s looking down at me with a brutal lust that is so fucking primitive it’s sexy. I’m the first to give in and my pussy erupts in an orgasm as he fucks my throat even harder.
The thought of the tourists walking around under us, not knowing what’s going on above their heads turns me on even more. I swallow back a moan as a rush of warm juices coats my hand while I cum.
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