Broken (Breaking the Rules Series Book 1)

by K. Webster

  “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 into 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.

  “Everything okay? Do I need to take it out?” I question as I slide in and out of her leisurely.

  “Jackson…it…feels…gooood,” she moans as I pick up my speed a little.

  Resting my chest against hers, I attack her mouth with mine. She always tastes so good,
her soft, supple lips always eager to meet my own. As I thrust in and out of her, I kiss her reverently. This is the woman I love with all my heart, and I look forward to doing this for the rest of my life. My heart races as I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm.

  “Are you close, baby?” I pant between kisses.

  Her eyes fly open and we stare into each other’s eyes as we make love. The look she’s giving me says what she can’t physically say right now—that she’s about to come.

  When she begins to shudder beneath me, I lose it and pour my hot seed into her. “Fuck me, Andi,” I grunt as I release the last of it. Her arms wrap around me and she pulls me close.

  “That was amazing, but now we need another shower,” she giggles without letting go of me.

  Looking down at her relaxed face, I smile smugly at her. “It’s going to take more than a shower to clean you up, dirty girl.”

  Jackson

  The server pours us each our third glass of Beaujolais Nouveau. Dinner was once again a culinary adventure as we tried foods native to the area. Andi spoons some of the crème brûlée into her mouth and moans. My eyes automatically fall to her lips as she tongues a bit of the dessert that’s smeared on them. If we were up in our suite instead of the restaurant here in the hotel, I’d clean those lips with my own tongue.

  “You know that drives me fucking insane when you do that,” I growl from across the table, pinning her with my heated gaze.

  Her innocent doe eyes fly to mine. “What?” she asks, confused.

  “When you moan like that while you eat. It makes getting through a meal with you quite difficult,” I confess as I study her face. After our love romp earlier, she dressed in a short, form-fitting black dress and pulled her long blond hair into an updo. She dolled her face up with evening makeup, so she is turning heads even while we have a simple dinner together.

  Realization hits her as she takes another bite. This time, she meets my stare and moans appreciatively at the dessert just to taunt me. My cock hardens from knowing now she’s just doing it to get a rise out of me—literally.

  Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms across my chest and narrow my eyes at her. “Keep playing your game, little girl. You may win down here, but when we get upstairs, I’ll win,” I threaten. Her cheeks redden, and I know she’s looking forward to whatever punishments I have in store. I love that she’s always game for whatever sexual fantasies I come up with.

  Thankfully, the server brings our check and I sign the bill to charge to our room. I’m two seconds from dragging Andi upstairs for a good fucking. Once she polishes off her dessert—the woman never wastes her food, which is amazing, considering she’s so tiny—we stand to leave the restaurant. I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her through the tables toward the hotel lobby. Several men, even the ones on dates, turn to look at her, but I glare at them menacingly until they look away.

  We reach the elevator finally and I slide my hand down to quickly cup her ass before bringing it back up to the small of her back. She glances up at me and smiles. When the doors open and we enter the elevator alone, I waste no time. I hit the button for our floor and pounce on her before the doors even finish closing.

  Our mouths smash together in a flurry of kisses as I press her against the elevator wall. She tastes so fucking sweet after that dessert that would have gotten us kicked out of the restaurant had I actually acted on my thoughts. I’m still devouring her when the doors open to our floor. I grab hold of her hand and nearly drag her down the hallway to our room.

  As I’m fumbling with the keycard in the door, Andi is already loosening my tie. By the time I get the door open, she’s already unbuttoned half my shirt. I drag her into the hotel room and push her against the door after it slams shut. She finished her task of freeing me from my shirt, and I toss it and the tie to the floor before attacking her with more kisses. Her hands are swift and efficient as she unbuckles my belt and unfastens my pants. As soon as the zipper goes down, they fall to the floor in a heap around my ankles.

  I break from our kiss to suck on her neck. Her moans are my undoing. I shove my boxers down to free my rock-hard cock. I’m still kissing her neck as I push her dress up to her hips. Her arms wrap around my neck as I grab ahold of her ass and lift her up. Long legs latch around my waist as I use one hand to pull her panties aside. She wriggles her body so that it is perfectly lined up with my cock and pushes herself down onto it. I then begin to pound into her while she’s pushed up against the door.

  Our lips find each other again and we consume each other with our tongues. She’s always so fucking wet and ready for me. I don’t think we’ll ever tire of the explosive love we make each day.

  “Jackson!” she cries out and tilts her head to the ceiling.

  I thrust several more times into her until I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.

  “Fuck, baby,” I groan as my orgasm chases after hers.

  We stay conjoined for several moments more, completely content in each other’s arms.

  “I love you—this—us,” I declare as I gently kiss her lips.

  She smiles happily. “Me too, Jackie.”

  Jackson

  The sun reflects off her hair through the tiny airplane window, once again creating the angelic halo around her. My heart breaks to see her so melancholy. This morning, she was quiet as we packed our things and checked out of the hotel. She snapped a few last pictures from the back seat of the cab on the way to the airport as if to bottle up every last experience she could. Now, as we’re thousands of miles in the air heading back home, she looks purely devastated. I said I would take her back every year, but I’m thinking of fucking moving her there now just to make her happy.

  “You okay?” I question softly as I squeeze her hand that’s in my lap.

  She turns to me with tears in her eyes and nods. I break our hold on our hands and put my arm around her, pulling her close. When she starts to cry in my arms, I feel my heart slice in two.

  “We’ll go back soon, babe. I promise,” I say soothingly into her hair and kiss the top of her head.

  Turning her head to look at me, she smiles. “Thank you for everything. I had the most amazing time. Please don’t think I’m ungrateful because I enjoyed every second more than I could ever explain.”

  “I know. And I promise we’ll have many more moments just like this. Especially since Dr. Sweeney isn’t bleeding us fucking dry,” I tease even though it’s the truth. We’ve both gone from needing weekly couple’s therapy to less frequent check-ins with him.

  I pull away from her to dig through my backpack under the seat in front of me. “I almost forgot—I got you a present.” Her eyes widen in surprise as I hand over the gift sack. She was busy looking at scarves for my mom in one of the shops when I sneakily bought her something yesterday.

  “What is it?” she asks, taking the sack from me.

  “Open it,” I instruct.

  She grins at me and pulls the tissue from the top. Reaching inside, she pulls some fudge wrapped in cellophane. “Jackson!” she cries out excitedly as she rips open a corner and pulls off a piece. “Oh my God, it is to die for,” she moans loudly, earning annoyed glances from those around us.

  Rolling my eyes, I take the fudge from her. Because I spent so much, the chocolate was complimentary to her real gift still at the bottom of the sack.

  “Hey,” she complains and tries to steal the candy back.

  “This isn’t your present, woman. Your present is still inside. You can eat this afterwards,” I grumble.

  Giggling, she reaches into the sack and pulls out a small jewelry box. She opens it and gasps at the dainty necklace inside. It’s white gold with a silver Eiffel Tower charm dangling from it.

  “Jackie, it’s beautiful,” she praises and pulls it from the box. Setting the chocolate in my lap, I take the necklace from her and fasten it around her neck.

  “Now you can take a piece of Paris with you,” I tell her and kiss her on the foreh
ead. When I pull away, she looks embarrassed. “What? You don’t like it? Should I have got yellow gold?” I demand, pissed that I fucked everything up.

  “God, no. Lighten up,” she teases and tickles my ribs.

  My stupid, loud-ass laughter booms through the plane and we get more annoyed looks. This time, I glare at them all until they turn back around.

  She reaches into her backpack and pulls out something still wrapped up in the store bag. “I’m embarrassed that your gift was so nice and the one I got you is sort of lame.” Frowning, she hands it over to me. Her sad look dissipates once I hand her fudge back to her so I can open my gift. I could have saved myself a couple grand and just bought a whole pound of fudge.

  Opening the bag, I smile once I look inside and see a book. Not just any book—but A L’Ecole des Sorciers. She found a shitty-ass French copy of the first Harry Potter book, but I love it—even if all the pages are dog earmarked. It’s official—I have the best fucking girlfriend on the planet.

  “This is so fucking cool,” I tell her excitedly as I thumb through the abused book. She still looks nervous. “Babe, I promise you. I love it. I can’t wait to tell the guys on the website about it. They already think you’re the shit, but once they see this, they’ll love you even more. Thank you,” I tell her appreciatively.

  Finally, she smiles the kind of smile that lights up the whole damn room—or in this case, the whole damn plane. The smile that she reserves only for me. And it’s in this moment that I realize that we may not be a part of the Mile High Club—or we may be leaving dreamy fucking Paris behind. But none of that matters. What matters is that she is my sun and I am her moon—together and happy in our own little universe.

  The End.

  If you loved Jackson and Andi in Broken, you’ll love Jordan and Pepper’s story in Wrong.