by Harper Sloan
The End.
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Paris
Jackson
Andi has the hottest fucking ass on the planet. I don’t think even an hour goes by where I don’t think about touching, grabbing, or swatting that sweet little ass. It’s just fucking delectable. She squats down to tie her tennis shoe and sets her camera on the grass beside her. From that position, I can really admire the juicy curves of her bottom. The woman looks hotter than sin in a dress, but she is damn near perfect in a pair of tight jeans like the ones she’s wearing now.
She stands again and points her camera at the Eiffel Tower. We’ve been in Paris for four days now, and she’s come back to this same spot at least twice each day. I swear she’s taken over a thousand pictures of that damn metal structure. Each night, once we get back to our suite that overlooks the Seine River, she proudly shows me her favorites from the day. Seeing her so carefree and happy makes me ecstatic.
The wind picks up a bit and whips her long blond hair out behind her. She looks like an angel in that moment, and my heart tightens with pride that she belongs to me. Andi chose me, flaws and all. I still can’t believe it.
Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of my girl and make it my screensaver. I’ve just saved it to my home screen when Jordan sends me a text.
Jordie: What kind of gift says, “You’re the most amazing woman in the world?”
I roll my eyes at my pussy-whipped brother before typing out my response.
Me: Um, you could put your balls in a pretty little handbag.
I’m laughing my ass off when he responds.
Jordie: Fuck you, Jackie. I don’t even know why I ask you this shit.
I’m still grinning when I look back over at Andi. My body immediately tenses up when I see a man standing beside her. I force myself to stay seated on the bench while I watch him like a hawk. She hates when I get territorial, but it’s hard not to when I can tell another man wants what’s mine.
From my spot on the bench, I can tell that she’s laughing at something he’s said and I can feel my blood pressure rising. Calm your ass down, Jackson. While I sit at the edge of the bench, my body is tight and poised to snap at a moment’s notice. I try to focus on her gorgeous little ass so that I don’t rip off a man’s head just for talking to her. When he takes a step towards her, I clench my teeth together and my hands automatically form fists. She’d be proud at how much self-control I’m exercising right now because I’m still sitting on this damn bench when I’d rather be dragging her away from his perverted eyes.
When his hand reaches up and touches her cheek, all control is gone. I’m off the bench and tearing toward them in a full-on sprint. It doesn’t take long for me to reach them, and all common sense goes out the window as I tackle the fucker.
“Jackson! What the fuck are you doing?” she screeches. I’ve already gotten a good swing in on him and my knuckles instantly sting when they connect with his jaw. Instead of hitting him again like I want to, I let her pull me off of him.
“Don’t fucking touch my woman,” I threaten with a low growl as the man scrambles to get back on his feet.
“Crazy fucking American!” he fires at me in his thick French accent. His face is bright red and he looks furious as hell. Good for him. He lets out a string of words in his native tongue, and it reminds me that I’ve left my translator book on the bench. Thankfully the asshole storms off away from us. I instantly feel the tension leave my body.
“Why would you do that, Jackson?” she asks angrily and crosses her arms across her chest. I love it when she’s pissed—it’s sexy as hell.
“That fucker was looking at you like you were on the menu!” I snap back at her. She rolls her eyes and stomps off toward the bench, where our things are still sitting. The girl has long legs and is making quick strides away from me. Jogging after her, I hook an arm around her waist when I get close enough.
“Stop it!” she shrieks as she wriggles to get away from me. I understand that she’s still mad, but I’m not letting her run off in a foreign country with strange men falling all over themselves just to talk to the blond-haired beauty.
Pulling her back against my chest and hugging her tight, I feel her relax against me. That’s the great thing about Andi and me. No matter how big of a fight we may be in, when we touch, we become sexually explosive.
“I love you and I’m sorry I acted like a caveman,” I whisper into her hair. Apologies are a new thing for me. Dr. Sweeney has really helped me get over many of my past issues to help me move forward with Andi. In order for us to have a good, healthy relationship, he says that I need to be open with her. He also says that I need to try not to be an asshole. His words, not mine.
“I love you too. And honestly, you’re a hot caveman,” she laughs and turns in my arms to face me. With one hand, she has a death grip on her beloved camera, but her free hand has slid up my chest. Everywhere that woman touches me she leaves a trail of burning pleasure. I’ll never tire of the effect she has on me.
Andi is so beautiful. Her blond hair gives her an angelic look—like a constant aura surrounds her. Big, expressive eyes study me as I devour her features with my own eyes. When her pouty lips curl up into a smile, I can’t help but dip my head down to hers and peck them softly.
“That thing,” I tell her, pointing behind me to the Eiffel Tower. “That thing is a wonder of the world. Amazing—spectacular! People come from all over the world to see it and marvel at its size and beauty. They stand in the grass and take photo after photo or take the elevator to gaze at the view from above. But then you come along—long, sexy legs, blond hair blowing in the wind—and people stop to look at you. I’ve watched them for four days now. Four days, Andi, and people drag their attention from the monumental statue to watch you walk by. You captivate people. It isn’t just your outer beauty—it’s what’s inside. Your kindness is as visible as any of your physical features. You hypnotize people with that alluring glow of yours. So, yes, I get a little jealous of anyone who wants my girl. I’m territorial over you—but I have to be because there’s a long line of people just waiting to swoop in and take you away from me.”
Andi blinks away her tears before hugging me tight around my middle.
“Jackson Compton, Paris is making you a romantic,” she chuckles against my chest.
Gathering her hair into a ponytail with my hands, I gently pull down so her face lifts up to mine. This time, when I bring my lips to hers, it isn’t a sweet kiss. This kiss is suggestive, hungry, needful. Her mouth parts and she invites my tongue in with a moan. A whimper escapes her when I nip at her bottom lip with my teeth. My dick is rock hard from kissing her like this here, but there’s not a fucking thing we can do about it.
Groaning, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “Ready for me to romance you some more at the hotel?” I ask suggestively with a wink. Giggling, she pushes away from me and heads few more feet over to the bench.
Carefully, she stuffs the camera into the backpack and puts it on her back. Taking hold of my hand, she guides me back towards the hotel, giving my hand loving squeezes every few steps. She owns my heart, and I glare down every passerby, letting them know that she belongs to me as well.
Jackson
“What do you want to do on our last day tomorrow?” I ask as I stick the key into the slot and enter our suite. Andi walks past me, sets her bag down on the floor, and heads straight for the balcony. We’ve got one of the best views of the city, and she’s spent more time on the balcony than she has inside the room.
“I want to shop some more. I still haven’t found anything yet for your mom or Pepper. Jordan will love the books we found in that vintage shop, and Olive is going to freak out when I give her those earrings,” she calls over her shoulder as she leans her belly over the railing and looks down at the courtyard below. When she bends over like that, all I can think about is ramming her from behind. She has the sweetest little ass.
“Andi, I’m goi
ng to fuck you on this balcony,” I growl as I press my now hard cock against her back.
Instead of answering, she bends over the balcony a bit more and wriggles her butt against me. I don’t have to wait for any more of an invitation, and my fingers set to work undoing her jeans and pulling them down just below the curve of her ass. She shivers either from the chilly January air or from pure desire—but if I know my girl, it’s the latter.
Sliding my hand down between the crack of her ass, I locate her sweet pussy with my fingers. “God, baby, you’re so wet for me. Does getting fucked on the balcony for all to see turn my sweet girl on?”
She moans as I slip a finger inside her wet entrance. I wrap my other arm around her tiny body and caress her clit while I finger-fuck her. My girl loves it when I find her g-spot and rub her clit at the same time—in fact, she goes fucking insane. Pushing another finger inside of her, I grin when she yelps. I know I’ve found that part of her that makes her crazy.
“That’s it, baby. Come for your man. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” I instruct in the deep, authoritative voice I know she loves. Her knuckles are turning white as she grips the railing for dear life as I bring her to the brink. A few more strokes and—
“Oh God!” she shouts to the courtyard below her. Her body is shuddering with her climax, and I smile like an idiot as her wet cunt grips the hell out of my fingers. Once I’m sure she’s ridden out the last of her orgasmic aftershocks, I pull my fingers out of her and fumble with my jeans to whip my cock out. It’s fucking hard as stone and ready to be inside her.
Sliding between her slit from her clit all the way up her ass crack, I drag the wetness of her pleasure and tease her with it.
“Jackson, now,” she demands saucily. God, this woman turns me the fuck on.
I find her hot pussy and slam into her hard.
“Fuck!” she screams this time. I’m sure we’ve garnered the attention of people below, but neither of us cares. As I plow into her deliciously tight body, I squeeze her tits through her sweater. She still has a death grip on the railing as I pound into her.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” I praise as I thrust into her furiously. Curls of pleasure build in balls as I feel myself about to lose my fucking load. “Andi, baby, I’m about to fill your sweet pussy with my come,” I groan as I get closer to the edge of my own orgasm.
Slipping my hand down to her sensitive clit, I stroke her quickly, knowing that she needs to come soon if we plan on doing it at the same time. Her whimpers tell me we’ll make it together.
A loud, sexy-as-sin moan tears from her throat as I feel her body tighten around my dick. The sensation sends me over the edge and my explosive heat pumps inside her. We ride it out together until our pants become laughs. She’s so goddamned cute. Pulling out of her, I swat her pale little ass and take my sated ass inside.
Making my way into the gigantic bathroom, I turn on the shower to get the heat going. I’ve just yanked off my sweater when my beautiful—now naked—girl struts into the bathroom past me and slips into the shower. Not a man to waste a second, I rip off the rest of my clothes and join her in the steam.
She’s already soaped up her body, and once I step inside, she doesn’t hesitate to start washing me. The suds running down her breasts are what wet dreams are made of.
“Eyes up here, mister,” she teases with an arched eyebrow as she drags the loofa across my chest. I can’t help but marvel at how fucking lucky I am to have her.
My hands find her cheeks, and I attack her mouth with mine. Forgetting her task, she drops the loofa and snakes her hands around my neck to pull herself deeper into our kiss. Her soapy tits slipping around between us as we devour each other is such a fucking turn-on, and now my cock agrees as it hardens between us.
She wrenches herself away from our heated kiss. “I love you,” she purrs before kneeling down in the shower in front of me. A loud groan of pleasure escapes my lip as she teases the tip of my cock with her tongue.
“You are so fucking amazing, Andi,” I pant out as she begins licking and sucking my length. Every few seconds, she drags her tongue along the underside of my dick and I shudder in sheer fucking bliss each time. Her soft hand gently caresses by balls while she uses the other to fist my cock.
“You taste like me,” she observes and then slides me deep into her throat. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. My hands grip her wet hair as I fuck her mouth.
“God—baby—perfect,” I stutter out as she continues to take me without gagging. Screw the Eiffel Tower—this woman is one of the wonders of the world.
I’m about to come and try to pull her from me, but my girl is greedy. She digs her nails into my ass to keep me from getting away. The sting from her clawing me coupled with my dick deep in her throat has my climax bursting out of me suddenly. She continues to suck me until I have nothing more to give.
Her swollen lips slowly slip off my dick and curve into a naughty grin. Grasping her elbows, I help her back to her feet.
“I love you,” I gush out, still panting. It isn’t because she knows how to give a fucking hot blowjob. Well I guess it’s that too. No, I love her because she’s the whole package. Sweet, kind, sexy, spontaneous, beautiful, and a million other things that make her perfect in my eyes.
“I love you too, Jackie,” she confirms and pecks my lips before turning to shampoo her hair. The rest of the shower is a slow, sexual tease as she cleans herself. By the end, I need to be in her. Again. We’ve still got a little time before our dinner reservations tonight.
“Go wait for me on the bed, love,” I instruct as we dry off. She raises her eyebrows in question but does as she’s told, dropping the towel along the way and giving me another prime view of her best asset.
Before we left for our trip, we visited a little sex toy shop near the office on our lunch break one day. Like a woman possessed, Andi filled the basket with anything that sparkled, vibrated, or tasted like cherries. We spent several days picking through what we liked and didn’t. There were still a few things we’ve yet to try, and tonight seems like a good night to give one of them a go. Digging in my toiletry bag, I locate the small plug and lubricant. Of course she picked out a pink one with a huge rhinestone—but who am I to argue? It’s hers, not mine.
Holding my props behind my back, I saunter back into the room, where I find her sprawled out on the bed, staring out the window once again. There’s no doubt in my mind now that I’ll bring her here every year now.
“Roll over onto your belly and stick your ass in the air,” I order forcefully to see what sort of reaction I’ll get from her.
Her eyes widen with realization, especially once she sees my hands behind my back, but she complies quickly and I marvel at the beautiful sight of her curvaceous bottom.
“God, you are so fucking sexy, Andi,” I praise as I walk over to the bed and set down my things. Grabbing a handful of her ass with each hand, I give it a good, hard squeeze, causing her to moan. “Are you ready to play with a new toy, baby?” I ask as I release her ass.
“Yes, but honestly, I’m nervous,” she says softly into the duvet.
Sliding my palm up her back and around to her breast, I gently caress her. “Baby, I would never hurt you. If you don’t like something, even a little bit, all you have to do is say so and I’ll stop. You know I love you and only want to make you feel good,” I remind her and kiss her spine.
“I know. I trust you, Jackson,” she says confidently. And it’s the truth. Never in a million years would I ever hurt her. I’d die before I’d let anything happen to my girl.
“Good. Now let’s have some fun,” I growl and swat her bottom. Her muffled giggles fill the room.
Flipping the cap to the lube, I smear some generously all over the plug and set it back down. I also drop some onto my fingers and spread it around before teasing her clit with my middle finger. We’ve experimented a little before, so she’s not completely new to the sensation when I push my lubricated thumb in
to her bottom.
“Oh!” she gasps out as I slowly move it in and out of her while still caressing her clit with my free hand.
“You doing okay, baby girl?” I ask to make sure we’re okay to proceed.
“Yes,” she whimpers out. Her hands have the duvet clutched in their grasp but her body is pushing against my hands, begging for more. I pick up the speed of both hands, and she is shouting my name seconds later as she climaxes hard. Slipping my thumb from inside her, I pick up the plug, which isn’t much bigger than my thumb, and tease her with it.
“Ready to see if this thing lives up to its five-star rating according to the package?” I chuckle.
“If it doesn’t, we’ll just return it,” she laughs. I grin because, even in the throes of passion, my girl will find time to make a joke. She’s too fucking perfect.
“Okay, babe, if you don’t like it, let me know,” I tell her as I slowly push it into her.
Once it’s in place, I admire her already beautiful ass that’s now adorned with a pink fucking rhinestone. So hot.
“Where’s your camera?” I ask.
“Don’t fucking think about it, Jackson Compton. Now make love to me,” she orders in the bossy tone that always gets my dick hard. I give her ass a hard swat and flip her onto her back. Her eyes are still glazed over from her last orgasm but now have a mischievous glint to them. Andi sure loves to get naughty, and I fucking love that about her.
I situate myself between her legs and slide my dick between the lips of her pussy. I’m not sure how it will feel for her or me, so I’m going to go slow until I make sure she likes it. Slowly, I push my cock into her soaked entrance and immediately can feel the pressure of the plug from within. When I’m completely inside her, she rolls her eyes back blissfully. It’s insane but I already feel close to coming.