My Sweets

LA

BOBBY

Jessa is asleep against my shoulder. We're getting close to landing, so I wake her up. "Hey, my sweets. We'll be there soon." She looks confused and I wipe a bit of drool from her chin, chuckling. "You look cute when you sleep."

She stretches. "My body is so stiff."

"Almost there, Lass."

"Ok. I'm going to change and freshen up." She grabs her stuff and squeezes past me. Of course I can't resist spanking her ass when it's in my face. "Bobby!" She whisper squeals at me. I see her blush as she looks at the people around us. I just chuckle. She shakes her head at me as she rushes away.

I'm anxious about this entire trip. Jessa's this bundle of excitement and nerves. I know she's trying to be brave but she's terrified about seeing Aislinn. I don't blame her. I'm dreading it too. I'm also a little nervous about the movie. How did it turn out? What will it be like seeing me in it? I hope everyone likes it.

"How do I look?" Jessa asks, crawling back over me.

"Gorgeous as always, Lass." She slipped on some gray leggings that make her booty look delicious. She's also wearing a loose crop top. I really just want to push the top up to free her breasts. Ever since we started having sex again, it's like we can't get enough of each other. Jessa calls it our second honeymoon phase. Everywhere we go, I'm imaging the places and ways I could fuck her. I tried to convince her to meet me in the plane's bathroom, but she turned me down cold.

I've also noticed how much better she seems in this short week. It's like her mental health has improved drastically. I don't know if it's me or the sex, but I'll keep giving her both if it helps.

We hit some turbulence. Jessa panics and squeezes my hand. "God I'm ready to be back on the ground," she whines. I lean over and kiss along her jawline. "Stop, Bobby," she whispers. "We'll be at the hotel soon."

"Or the car," I wink at her as she blushes.

"Yeah. I'm sure the driver would appreciate that."

"It's a limo." I run my finger across her bare stomach and she bites her lip.

We're told to buckle up for landing. Jessa squeezes my hand again. She is not a fan of flying.

JESSA

Bobby warned me about the paparazzi. He told me the crowd could be larger and they might be more aggressive. I wasn't prepared for this though. I'm relieved we have security escorting us. I tightly squeeze Bobby's hand as we work our way through the crowd. I'm trying not to limp, but we're walking fast and I'm so stiff from the long flight. I just don't want to embarrass myself. Bobby is charming, answering questions, and just carrying on with the paparazzi. Man they love him here.

When we finally get to the car, I exhale. It feels like I've been holding my breath the entire time. "Man you weren't kidding about the paparazzi. They are..." My words are silenced by Bobby's mouth crashing against mine.

"Eleven hours was too long not to kiss you," he groans in my ear before kissing down my neck. His hand sneaks up my shirt, pinching my nipple.

"Bobby, are you sure he can't see us?" I ask about the driver. There is a dark divider between us, but I'm not convinced he can't see us. Though I can't see him. "Or maybe he can hear us."

"Guess you'll have to be quiet. LA traffic is a nightmare. We've got time for this. He quickly pulls my pants off before I can reject. He runs his finger through my wetness and I bite my lip to silence a moan. Bobby sits back and pulls his cock out. It's large, hard and calling my name. I climb on his lap and lower myself down. I sigh at feeling him inside me. I roll my hips, grinding against him. Bobby lifts up my shirt, lowers my bra, and frees my breasts. They bounce in his face as I pick up my rhythm. He plays with them before tightly gripping my hips. He pulls me down hard on his cock, filling me even more. My hand covers my mouth as I feel the beginning of an explosion. It builds and builds until I tip over the edge. Bobby pulls my lips against his to muffle my moan. Damn, I needed that.