who let the bunny write?

As he sat in the car for a moment to compose himself, he sent you a single text message, "clothes off and in bed, big bear needs his stress relief." And he knew that you'd be nude and ready for him.

Like a good wife.

He opened the door to your shared home and barked out, "Honey, I'm home." And he could hear a bit of movement upstairs. With his boots off, he encroached up the stairs. His steps were heavy and forceful like a lumbering bear.

And when he opened the bedroom door full, he saw you. Oh his sweet little wife. Soft eyes, softer lips, with curves that Price wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into. A single glance at you had his cock throbbing in his work pants.

  "There's my angel." He said, "There's my baby girl." He pulled at the military issued belt, "Ready for me?"

You nodded and shifted a little on the bed to give your husband more of a view of your naked body. You looked divine, perfect beyond words. As you admired him while he undressed, he could feel the ache in his cock for you.

Patient, loyal - like a good wife. God a body of a goddess and a mind to hold down the fort while Price fought wars. And he'd always come home to you. Bury himself in your slick cunt and remind you that you were a good wife.

He was quicker to undress himself, you were already nude. The only thing on your body was your wedding ring. How sweet. Happy you'd never take it off, unless it was do to the dishes or make him a proper Sunday dinner. The thought excited him, none of his boys had a wife like him.

He licked his lips and crawled into bed with you, "Been thinkin'."

"Never a good sign." You replied as you cradled his face in your hands, "A man like you shouldn't think too much." Your expression changed, eyes went wide as he pinned you down on the bed by your shoulders and his hard cock brushed up against your thigh.

  "No need for the commentary, sweetheart." He leaned further in against you, "Need that soaked, pretty pussy right now." Then man-handled you till you were on your stomach with your hips raised to meet his aching cock, "Thinkin' about ruining you again. Carving a space for only my cock in your pussy. No other man will fit right when I'm done with you."

You let out a small noise, the words were like a small rush to your head as you felt the heavy presence of your husband behind you. Your stomach in knots, you were happy to help him in days of stress. It benefited you too, you loved how he took you on days like this.

There was much more of a power to his movements when he was hungry that way. When he needed you like this - soft and submissive. You were the head of the house as much as he was, but when he came home littered in stress. You gave up total control and let your tired husband rut into your pussy. Letting filth spill from his lips as his cock throbbed inside of you.

It was a fair trade off and made his morale better. Fuck away the stress.

  "Was it a hard day, pumpkin?" you asked sweetly as if your face wasn't pushed into the covers.

  "Harder than you'd believe. But that's alright now, sweetheart. Got my wife with me now." he said as he pressed his fuzzy chest against your sweaty back. Had a strong arm wrapped you as he used his free hand to guide his cock inside of your sweet, welcoming hole.

You let out a small noise, it was always a little too big for your liking. But Price was mostly delicate with getting it inside of you. Making sure that his little wife didn't get too ruined by him. He loved you too much for that, he wanted to make sure you were all his and knew already you were all his.

  "It's alright, sweetheart." he said, "You know me, she knows me. Just let me in. Always so welcoming, so sweet." He purred as he sank his heavy cock into your achy hole, "My sweet wife, all for me."

His voice burned in the back of your mind as he started to move against you. His thrusts heavy yet slow, they left your mind abuzz as he worked himself against you. Felt like a small slice of heavy with the feeling of his length pushed up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan, need him so badly. You loved that you were his stress relief, that he could work himself on top of you and get the relief he needed. It made you feel full,heavy with lust and the weight of his cock pushed inside of you.

  "Take me so well." He mused, "Pretty little wife." He moved a bit faster, "Yeah, like that, sweetheart? I bet it feels good."

You whined in response, "Please, John."

  "I got ya, sweetheart. Let your husband have you tonight." he kissed the side of your neck and kept his grip on you firm. He had both arms wrapped around you as his tip bullied against the deepest parts of you. It was like that was where he belonged.

You were his wife, all his. And he'll happily make sure that his wife is taken care of while he fucks you with a desperate need.

  "I love you."

  "Love you too, sweetheart." He cooed.

His pace quickened and you felt the overwhelming need to have more of him. You always needed him, he was the subject of most of your fantasies. He wound himself in your mind anytime you got wet. You were needy for your husband just like he was needy for you.

The pleasure tasted good on the tip of your tongue. The pleasure felt heavy and hot in your gut as he fucked you against the mattress. He laid claim on your smaller body. He used his hairy form to shield you and press further into you. You were trapped in a way but the excitement of it only made the pleasure spike in your core.

Your man, your husband. The thought curled itself around you while he thrust deep into you. You could taste the want on your tongue as your noises got more needy. They got louder with each thump of his body against yours. It was a proper feeling for the both of you, something that left you gasping and whiny.

  "Pretty thing." He cooed, "And all mine. Get to come home to a clean home and a sweet cunt." His voice dipped deeper, his tone had sexual heat hung in it, "You feeling good, sweetheart?"

You nodded against the pillows, you were soaked between your legs. It felt well beyond just good. You held onto the covers while he fucked you and your back arched a little bit from the exhilaration of pleasure that raced through you.

  "Always love coming home to you." he said as he continued his rough movements, he continued to keep you pinned and made sure that he was giving you the pleasure you both deserved.

  "Fuck, John." You gasped.

  "Love the sound of that." He purred, "My sweetheart getting close?"

You moaned, "Yes!"

  "Love to hear it." he said as he quickened his pace, "Come on now, finish all over your husband's cock." His voice ran gin your mind as you let him fuck you with feverish want. You gasped against the pillows and your hips were raised up further.

It didn't take much longer for him to push you over the edge of orgasm. You gasped into the covers while your pussy clenched around him. You soon came all over his cock, coating him in your wetness.

  "I love you." You gasped.

He kissed your heated cheek and replied, "I love you too." While he continued to work himself against you. With a few more heavy thrusts of his own, he held onto you tightly and came inside of you, "Be a good girl and take all of it, alright? You'll be good for me." he purred.

You moaned, unable to form words as he slowed his pace to a stop. He held onto you and rubbed his chest up against your back, you felt the soft hairs against your sweaty skin which made you shudder with want. It felt good.

You turned your head a little bit to kiss him on the lips and he visibly relaxed against you. His softening cock stayed inside of you for a moment longer as you shared such a sweet kiss.

  "Mine." He said lowly. His tone edged with heat for you.

  "All yours, big bear."

He smiled proudly before you two were both on your backs on the soft bed. You were quickly held in your lover's arms and he kissed along your neck with tenderness. It felt warm in your body as the blankets were pushed down to the bottom of the bed.

Heat radiated between you two.

He said, "Should take an excellent picture of you tomorrow for the boys."

  "Do you not have any already?" You asked curiously.

  "No, ma'am. At least none where you have your clothes on." Then laughed when you shoved him. But he was quick to capture you closer into his arms and kissed across your heated cheeks, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your tits are for my eyes only."

Sunny day during a week off, safely in Monaco. There were barely any clouds in the sky and a quiet afternoon on the boat felt just right. And while you leaned over the rail to stare at the blue waters. Lando kept getting distracted by you.

Bad enough when you came to visit him on the track he had to splash his face with cold water to keep it together - now he didn't have the excuse of his job to keep his ogling you. He couldn't help it. It wasn't that he just found you beautiful - your charming wit, and your infectious smile drew him in.

As you two settled away from the docks, he slinked over to you and wrapped his strong arms around you. Then rested his chin on your shoulder, "Even the bluest water isn't as pretty as you." He remarked before he gave you a peck on the cheek.

"Flirt." you replied as you turned in his arms and leaned against the railing. You looked to him with a glimmer in your eye. Your hands soon splayed across his strong chest.

He went in to kiss you on the lips and you gripped onto the front of his shirt. You let out a small moan and rubbed up against you a little bit. He could feel his desire for you grow stronger the more he got his hands on you. He couldn't help it, you were undeniable for him,

"Baby."

"Shh." He said softly, his lips close to yours and his eyes closed, “No underwear? Did you plan this for me? Give me a little surprise.”

Caught in the act, you smiled lightly before you went in to kiss him once more. You moaned against his lips and he grasped your ass with both hands.

"thought it would make your job easier." You replied before you were pushed farther up the rail and Lando started to get his cock out of his shorts. It was hasty work, but it only spurred the pleasure further in your core.

Some would call it whorish behavior, but you couldn't care less. Not when it excited your lover. You moaned a little bit when his lips crashed against yours once more. The feeling between your legs only grew. You needed to fuck him, and he needed to fuck you - even if it was over the rail of his boat.

Thankfully there was no one around for a good bit. No one would see your activities as he hiked up that lovely white tennis skirt and admired your wet pussy. He licked his lips.

  "When we get back, I'm making sure you never forget who owns this." He said cheekily.

You responded as you grasped his cock in your hand and held on firmly, "Only if you don't forget who owns this." Lando Norris may be on his way to his first world championship, on top of the world so to speak. But you were not some docile little play thing.

In his words - you were his future wife.

Another thing he'd never let you forget. And with a gleam in his beautiful eyes, he pressed up against you, your leg lifted and wrapped around his hip for support. And then he sank his heavy cock inside of you.

Lando Norris wasn't huge, not the type of cock that would make people shocked if they saw him. But as he sank into you, every inch was more than enough for you. And with your wetness, it made the feeling even more pleasurable. You two fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a whole. Meant to be together in a sexual bliss.

Even if that sexual bliss meant fucking over the side of a very expensive boat. For you two, the notion was hot. More kisses were soon shared and your nails scraped gently through his curls as he steadied himself against you.

  "Fucking beautiful." he said lowly, "No idea what you do to me. Fuck, you look good." His voice sounded heated as he gained speed with his pace, "Seeing you in such a pretty little skirt."

You felt heat in your cheeks from the sexual rush paired with the bright sun over you two. You let out a sweet little moan and he licked his lips.

  "Just like that, baby. Just like that. Fuck, you know exactly how drive me wild, huh?" He pressed further into you, he fucked you with the same purpose as if he was fucking you in one of the bedroom's under deck.

Part of him didn't care who saw you two in such an act, all he was driven by at that moment was his need to please both himself and you. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and then dipped his head to place hot kisses against your neck.

His girl on his boat, getting fucked with his stamina and strength. It curled something in his gut as he pushed you farther up against the rail with each heavy stroke of his hips. Heaven was what he could call it, and he could taste it on his tongue as he worked himself heavily against you.

You moaned a little louder, you held onto him a little tighter. Your noises got more needy with each heavy thrust, the pleasure permeated through you and the power of his movements left your head feeling full of the intense euphoria that came when you and Lando fucked.

Could be on the boat, could be in your shared bedroom, hell it could be in the driver's room right before an important race where his breath still tasted like your pussy during the post-race interview. It didn't matter, it was hot and heavy. Always needing more of one another.

  "Fuck, baby." he purred.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you got lost in the heat, "Fuck, Lando. Who taught you how to be this good." Your back arched a little bit to gain more of the pleasure your body craved.

  "You, baby." He replied as he licked a small part of your collarbone, "You know exactly what you taught me. Fuck, you have no idea how this feels for me. Take me so good. Next time I should have you on here completely naked. All for my taking."

His words stirred a fire in your core as you felt yourself closer to climax. Your grip tightened on him and he groaned against your flushed skin.

  "That's it, baby. Let it out for me. I know I make you feel good." He groaned as the pleasure built up in him as well, "I know you want to feel good." He was near panting, "So cum for me."

And with what felt like permission, you hit your peak and came around his cock. You tried not to scream to heavens with how good he was making you feel. But, your noises picked up some volume as the intense feeling crashed over you.

You clung to him, your back arched for a moment before you relaxed against the rail and let Lando have his way with you. Your legs quivered, but he kept you steady. There was a fire still within you that manifested in heavy kisses.

  "Feel amazing, baby." he said lowly as he picked up his pace. He felt his own heat reach the surface. And with another messy kiss shared between you, he came with a heated groan.

You two continued to kiss passionately as he rode out his orgasm, only slowing down when the rush died in his head. He leaned against you and gently put your leg back down. Another heated kiss was shared while his cum dripped down your leg.

When the kiss broke, you two stared at one another in a moment of post-orgasmic rush. He pushed his hair back and smiled at you, the loose kind of pleasurable smile. You went in to kiss him again and he melted into your kiss.

Felt good, really good.

  "Gotta wear more skirts like that." He remarked towards you. He pulled away but grasped your hand, "While I love it on you, baby. I'd rather it was on the floor right now. Why don't we get comfortable under the deck because another boat comes by to see what we're doing."

You saw him lick his lips and you felt another leap of excitement in you. You were pleased with yourself at that moment - because you knew that Lando liked his sexual surprises and you had more in store than just no panties.

And he would happily see them once you were both in the bedroom.

You replied cheekily as you followed him, "They may not hear us, baby. But they'll see a bit more rocking of the boat."

Maybe it was the scent of your boyfriend's shampoo on the pillow near your face, maybe it was how his muffled voice sounded that stirred pleasure in your core. Maybe it was how bored you were as you waited for him to get off the phone and back in your bed. It was the perfect day, nothing else to do but get intimate together. Especially after the triple header he went through.

You missed your man, you missed how it felt against your body. His soft careful words against your flushed skin, the notion left you aroused. Needy for your boyfriend as your hand sank under the waistband of your shorts. Your licked your lips with anticipation and then shuddered when your fingers grazed across your clit.

Already went from the notion of your lover. But that was alright, you'd just keep busy while he talked, and talked, and talked with the team. You'd silently cursed Zak Brown if you weren't so invested in rubbing your aching clit. You licked your lips once more and got comfortable on your back.

The covers kicked down and your stomach flipped as you started to rub your hand up against your pussy, the feeling left you excited as you shifted your hips a little to get maximum pleasure. You knew how to take care of yourself. While Oscar was the kind of lover that made you see stars, your own skills hadn't faltered since you got together. More than enough lonely nights with your mind racing about the handsome driver that left your chest fluttering.

You let out a small noise and softly said your boyfriend's name. Flustered your continued to pleasure yourself, the drone of the conversation you couldn't quite make out and the splashes of rain against the window left you feeling like you were floating while you rubbed harder up against your clit.

You picked up speed and moaned a little louder, needy for the heat. The kind of pleasure that made your body grow flushed. Your eyes closed as you thought only about your older, your beloved Oscar. The cusp of a world champion. You knew him as many things, but the main thing you adored him for was how good of a lover he was. While his skills outside of the bedroom were admirable, the feelings he brought to you while in bed left everything in your body heated with sexual desire.

It was arousing, and it made it easier for you to think of while you picked up the speed of your hand against your pussy. The pressure up against your clit while you tried not to make your noises too loud.

The pleasure mounted in your body and you felt excitement churn in your body. The pleasure radiated through your core, you got lost in it the more pressure you applied with a quickened pace. You moaned a little louder and shifted your hips a little more with want.

And then it all broke when you heard your boyfriend's voice, "What are you doing here, baby?"

Your eyes opened and you looked at him with heat in your cheeks. Flustered from what you got caught doing. Not that you were a prude of anything, it just took you off guard while your lover admired you from the doorway.

He chuckled and asked, "What do we have here? Couldn't wait until I got back." He then started to unbutton the shirt he wore, "Missed that much, beautiful?" he couldn't help himself either, not when the love of his life was splayed out in the bed making a mess between her legs.

  "You look good." He said lowly, "really good." There was a slight hunger to his tone as he started to undressed. You followed suit, your pajamas soon on the floor next to his clothed before he got into bed with you.

He caged you in his arms and against the best as he passionately made out with you. You moaned into the heated kiss and the two of you pressed up against each other. His hard cock rubbed up against your thigh as he sloppily made out with you. To him, you tasted beautifully and he needed you carnally. In deep ways that only he could ever want you.

You stayed on your back with your hips lifted with a pillow from behind your head. He took in the sight of your naked body under him which only excited him further. He groaned at the sight of you, his cock twitched with want before he took you by the hips.

  "There we go." He said lowly, "That's my angel." His words a soft coo as he got between your legs properly and rubbed his aching cock up against your needy pussy. He could tell you were soaked and that only furthered the desire for he held onto too closely.

  "Pretty thing." He said before he sank his cock into you. He felt the pin-pricks of pleasure in his body as he got every inch inside of you. He could near taste your pussy in the back of his throat from how good being between your legs left.

"Oscar." You gasped as you clutched onto the covers under you. Your back slightly lifted from the feeling of his cock snug inside of your wet cunt. The lingering feelings of pleasure in your core only added to the desire you had coursed through you.

He licked his lips and soon loomed over you with his hands in the pillows under your head. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked himself inside of you. He licked his lips once more to stave back the intense feeling from being overwhelming as he spoke to you, "You feel good, baby. Really good, you have no idea the effect you have on me." He started to pick up momentum from the heavy strokes of his hips against yours.

He felt amazing with no condom, it had been a long time since you last used one. You had been practicing other forms of birth control. As much as you whined about getting the IUD a year earlier, you had to admit to yourself. It was a good investment, because how Oscar felt when he fucked you without a condom was unmatched by anything else.

You may have known how to pleasure your body, but Oscar knew exactly how to make you feel like you were wrapped up in intense sexual desire. You reached for him and got your arms wrapped around him as his pace increased. The bed rocked against the bed with each of his strokes.

  "That's it." He cooed.

He hiked your hips a little higher to get the best feeling for the both of you. Your knees were soon closer to your chest while he had his way with you. He licked his lips once more and he admired how beautiful you looked as pleasure coursed through you.

He couldn't help himself, you were simply too beautiful. A beauty under him as he made sure that you felt all the pleasure you desired. He couldn't help himself that way, not when you gave him what he needed in tenfold.

  "You couldn't wait, could you? Bet you thought about me in the other room while you touched yourself. Thoughts of me doing this to you were racing in your head.' His tongue looser as he made sure to fuck with you purpose and strength. Your lovely boyfriend, your future world champion - the man who made your toes curl as his cock bullied your most intimate parts.

He left you needy and aroused, the heat of the room grew as he replaced his hands to hold yours. Both pairs were now pinned to the bed. His hands in yours with them at the pillow.

  "Oscar." You gasped as his cock nudged against just the right spot and it made sparks go off in the back of your mind. The feeling was infectious and the pleasure stewed in your gut. You let out a sweet series of moans, paired nicely with the heaviness of his breath.

  "I know I'm all you think about when you're turned on. All you can ever think about, because I know what makes you feel good. Am I wrong, angel?" He asked softly.

You swallowed, "No, fuck. You're dead on." And then let out another sweet moan as the heat gripped you further. You were near sweaty under him, but he didn't mind - he was just as sweaty as you.

A heated kiss was shared and the two of you got further lost in the intense euphoria of your love making. How his cock felt as he dragged it up against your slick walls of your aching pussy.

  "Want you like this every day." He said lowly, "In my bed, by my side. Always." His breathing was heavy pants from sweaty movements as he continued to fuck you. He wasn't going to last much longer, not when the climax was so close to him.

It was hard not to be painfully aroused by you, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Hard not to chase after climax when you were so beautiful under him - when he exactly knew that you felt the same way. Please picked up in your core as his movements continued.

You let out a sharp moan as you clutched onto his hands. Your heart raced and your body was flushed with want. You let out another heated noise and he kissed along with your neck, which only fueled the fire in your core.

It wasn't just hot. It was a goddamn inferno.

He was the luckiest man in the world as he felt your cunt tighten around his aching cock. He went in for another kiss on your lips as he heard your sweet yet muffled noises as you climaxed around him. He near drowned in the intense feeling that got pulled up in him as he continued to fuck you. This was it, this was the pleasure he it, this was the pleasure he yearned for.

Your noises were sweet through climax and soon enough Oscar finished inside of you with a few more steady and direct thrusts inside of your slick pussy. As he came, he dropped his head up against the pillow under your head and his hips worked on a sort of auto-pilot.  

  "Fuck, angel." He swore under his breath as he slowed his hips to a stop. He dropped them as he pulled out. He ended up laid on top of you with his strong arms around you.

Eventually you got him off of your sweaty body, but you eventually were cuddled up next to one another. Your foreheads pressed against one another with a tenderness that came with the post-orgasmic bliss.

  "I love you." He said lowly.

  "I love you too." You said softly.

  "Am I better than your hands?" He questioned as he looked at you with a slight shimmer in his eyes.

You licked your lips before you took him by the face and pressed a kiss against his own lips. It was cute and you knew he knew the answer. You got closer to him, snuggled up in his love. He closed his eyes and leaned further into the kiss.

Felt good, felt right.

And like honey, his voice soothed you, "They can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still." And you couldn't help but relax a little as he played with your clit. Almost teasingly.

You shuddered as he played with you under your skirt. You trusted him that the paparazzi outside the car couldn't see what he was doing to you. You leaned back in the seat and tried to act comfortable. But when you then tried to go in for a heated kiss, the stopped you.

  "Have to keep it low-key, my love." He said softly, "Don't give them anything to photograph. Now why don't you tell me how good it feels? To have my hands on you this way." His other hand clenched onto the steering wheel of the overly expensive car he drove.

You felt a shudder run through you as he continued to tease you. You shifted and he shushed you, then encouraged you to talk to him. Make it seem like you two were having a boring conversation rather than his fingers pulling your panties to the side to get to the sweetness between your soft thighs.

  "Tell me." His words echoed in your mind, which made you giggle from the feeling.

  "I like how talented you are." You commented, "I like how your fingers feel... Fuck,, right there. You know the spot baby."

He chuckled lowly, "I know all your sweet spots, my love. I know exactly how to get you going and push you right over the edge. I bet you like where you are right now - caught in pleasure through the lens of all those photographers. All eyes on you, but you only see me."

You knew he wanted to kiss you, but you were trying to be boring for the cameras so they'd leave you two alone. Caught between trying to keep up the facade and having your lover's fingers dance across your pussy left you flustered. Even in a simple tank top for the warm day - you felt unbearably flustered by it all.

  "What else do you love?"

  "How you know exactly how to turn me on." You remarked with a small laugh, "You drive me crazy, Charles. Just like how this is crazy. What if someone's sees."

Charles replied cheekily, "Then they see." Something heated in those green eyes as he licked his lips and continued to tease across your pussy lips. His careful fingers then dragged across the stiff nub of your clit and you shifted from the feeling. He then shushed you once more, "Be boring, my love." Then cast his gaze towards the photographers who were bored with how you two weren't getting out of the car.

You let out a small noise, and it took a great deal of personal strength to not quiver and fall apart.

  "You have no idea what you do to me, my love." He cooed in your ear softly. The space in the car felt smaller as the heat in it grew hotter. You tried to compose yourself, but it was hard when your boyfriend's colourful language spun narratives in your head.

  "Charles." Your breath hitched as he sank two fingers into your pussy with his thumb teasing your clit with determination.

  "I'd usually tell you to let it all out. But right now, you have to behave. But you know how to do that, no? Know how to be a good girl for me. Don't let them see how good I make you feel. Those faces are for my eyes only." And he felt you clench around him, "That's it, that's my beautiful girl." His voice low, laced with honey and drowning you in its warmth.

Charles Leclerc was talented with his fingers and at that moment in the car, you hated that they were. Especially when you knew that your wetness was going to stain the expensive seats of the car.

Not that Charles cared, not when he was eyeing you. He said lowly, "Focus, don't want to cause a scene, my love. I know, I know." He whispered, "You're such a dirty girl for me, but no one else should get to see that but me."

You nodded and held his wrist as his digits continued to pump in out of you. You felt a tremble in your body as you tried to ask, "So what about the weather?" As a feeble attempt to compose yourself and not come completely apart from his attention on your pussy.

Charles laughed, it was like music to your ears. You felt your face grow hotter, maybe even a shade darker. He gazed into your eyes, those beautiful green eyes that currently held something much more sinister. Much more sexual.

  "So sweet, my love. Look at you, trying so hard to keep it together." He looked once more at the paparazzi and laughed, "If only they knew. I can feel how hot you're getting." he licked his lips, "Trying to talk about the weather so you don't finish all over my hand."

  "I don't want them to see me."

  "And you're doing such a good job for me, my love. Keeping it together so well..." he trailed off for a moment, "Makes me want to go faster. See how far I can push you." He chuckled as he started to move his fingers faster and your nails bit into the skin of his wrist. He was quick to hush you, "Behave, my love. Behave. All eyes on you."

Your boyfriend was a sexual freak.

  "Charles." You tried to keep your composure as the man continued to finger you. But soon enough was enough and you only managed to relax when he pulled his fingers out of you to shift the car out of the parking spot and drove off.

He waved to the cameramen, his first two digits glistened with your wetness as he sped off away from them. While it was fun to watch you fall apart under such a careful gaze, he didn't want to cause an international incident. Not only for his sake, but yours. You were his angel, you shouldn't be slandered in the headlines.

But as he drove down the streets at a reasonable speed, his hand once again was under your skirt. His fingers plunged back inside of you as he drove with one hand. He grinned like a mad-man as he sped up a little bit. His attention was split between your clit and the road. Now you could be a little louder as the heat continued to linger in the car.

  "Like that, my love? My angel. You feel so good around me, fuck. If only I could have you now. But if I got you into bed right now, you wouldn't be leaving until I marked every inch of your skin."

You knew your boyfriend had a pension for marking your skin. He loved to sink his teeth into the delicate skin, claim you as his.

His fingers moved faster and you held onto the handle in the car. You shifted in your seat, you could get a little louder as the rev of the engine covered up the noises you made. You were no longer under the watchful eye of the press, which meant that you could fall apart on your boyfriend's fingers.

They danced across your pussy and made your toes curl in your shoes. Sweat damped the back of your neck and your heart raced with exhilaration. You felt the pleasure climb up through your core as you cunt clenched around his fingers.

  "Charles." You gasped.

  " I've got you, my angel. My sweet angel." He could feel his own flustered state take over, but he had to remain in some kind of control while he fingered you feverishly. He was desperate to have you come apart, "You are perfect." he cooed, "So perfect for me."

  "I'm close." You gasped, you held onto his wrist tightly once more.

He licked his lips and said to you, "Then cum for me. Ruin these seats and stain my fingers." His words curled into your mind and with a few more heavy stroked, you came around his fingers.

Your hips bucked and your cunt clenched around his digits as you came. The noise you made was high pitched and Charles had to slow down his driving before he lost control too. The euphoria radiated through the confined space of the car.

And once you relaxed your hips and fully into the leather car seat. Charles stopped as a red light and pulled his fingers out before he carefully licked them free of your wetness. When he was done and the light had changed, he smacked his lips together like he had a delicious mean and turned left.

When you looked at him in your hazy state, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye for a brief moment as he said, "I think we've had enough excitement today, no? Maybe it's time to go home and relax."

You could see his erection straining in his jeans, even the bagginess of them didn't hide that the entire ordeal aroused him. Carefully, in your fuzzy state, you placed your hand over the lump in his jeans.

It was a glamorous little life. To be the beloved arm candy of one of the most famous drivers to ever drive for Formula One. Well, most thought it was just simple arm candy. You were a darling for the press, they simply ate you out. But the age gap was one that cold raise a few eyebrows. You didn't care, you were happy.

And while you could have survived without the luxury, Lewis had a habit of spoiling you. At first it left you flustered, but eventually you took to it quite well. Often calling you the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on - so why not adorn you in the most beautiful things the world had to offer?

The sentiment made your cheeks run hot and when he said it you immediately hid your face from slight embarrassment. When he managed to pry your hands away from your face, he kissed you and you made you promise him not to hide your face like that.

  "I want to see your face when I treat you."

  "You don't need to spend money on me."

He smiled, the kind of smile that twinkled in his dark eyes, "I don't need to. I want to. That's the difference, my dove." Then kissed you once more.

He did have his favourite when it came to things you wore - one of those things was his clothes. While it wasn't the most sexy article of clothing. The over-sized fit of the Ferrari red t-shirt looked nice on you. A little more form fitting, due to the shape of your body - but you looked good in. Especially when you reached up to fix one of the framed photos of on that wall that had gone crooked.

The peek of your round ass was all he could eye while he sat on the couch. He swallowed back the lust as he asked, "Now where did you get that, my dove?"

You looked over your shoulder while you settled fully back on your feet. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes glanced towards him. Then you said very casually, "Found it in your drawer, didn't think you'd miss it too much."

He chuckled as he shifted in his spot on the couch. Pretty little thing. Soft ass with softer thighs - the kind of skin that marked easily between his teeth. The roundness of your face and the slight pout in your lips. Not to mention your large breasts that Lewis often thought about during his off-time while you were apart.

You were his dove, his perfect beauty. So to see you covered in the logo of his new team left him feeling a little excited.

  "You're finally learning what's mine is yours." He said as he spread his legs a little more, "Can I get a closer look at you?" And his gaze lingered on you as you approached him, then ended up in his lap.

His hands traced the logos of the shirt before he cupped your breasts in both his hands. They fit just right. He licked his lips and met your eyes.

  "Like what you see, honey?" You asked coyly.

  "No one ever told you looked good in red?" Then broke out a proper grin. He was smitten, horribly so. But he didn't care, not when you were in his lap looking like an angel from the heavens above.

  "No. But I have a feeling you like me in this colour." You then carefully pulled his hands away from you and added, "I wonder what it would look like on the floor?" Then got the shirt over your head and tossed over your head. Your soft curves were on display, every inch exposed to your lover.

  "Where did you get this?" He said as he played with the strap of the bra you wore. It was a light grey colour and did not match the blue panties you had on.

  "Discount section of the department store." you replied with humour.

He laughed, "I could have bought you something nicer. Something that matched." And you laughed as well.

You placed a hand on his chest and leaned in further, "Why? Do you not want to fuck me now, Mister Hamilton?" Then you winked at him.

He shifted in his spot and held his smile, "Oh, dove. I would fuck in a Red bull t-shirt or a potato sack."

You snickered, "What's the difference?"

He cupped your ass in his hands and raised his eyebrows, "That's my girl." Then laughed before you moved your hips up against his cock. He could feel the shudder of pleasure course through him. He stopped you prematurely and said, "Let's get a little more comfortable."

Then both of you worked to get his cock out of his sweatpants before your mismatched pair of bra and panties were tossed somewhere in the living room. But it didn't matter - he 'd happily buy you the same set if you so desired.

His hands roamed your body, you were so warm under his touch. You looked like one of those classic paintings he had seen in museums over the years. Curves in ways that made his mouth water, a laugh that pulled him in like a ship to shore. A beautiful woman in his lap, that thrilled him like no other. It was why he wished to spoil you, adore you - give you anything you desired. Because you had given him everything he needed and so much more.

He admired you once more, the flutter of pleasure in your chest before you took a hold of his shoulders. You rubbed them gently as he helped you onto his cock, then slowly you sank down on it. Your thighs framing his. This felt right, you felt right in his arms.

Your pussy wrapped around his cock - it felt perfect. And when you started to move your hips, the feeling only felt more real. This was the best feeling he ever had - more so than all those wins, in all those cars. To have you in his lap, your painted nails dug into his strong shoulders while you worked yourself on his cock. Now that was a perfect feeling - a right feeling.

You two shared a kiss, your eyes closed as your soft lips pressed against his. He took a hold of your ass, the flesh under his grasp as he guided you further onto his cock. He set the pace in a way that made your soul sing from the heat of the pleasure that wrapped you up.

The feeling of him around you felt welcoming - warm in a way that kept your body moving. You chased after the pleasure that bloomed in your heart. Took in the sight of the handsome man that you're riding. His cock that rubbed up against all the right spots, the pleasure that continued to build up in your body. You panted a little heavier as you felt heat sting your cheeks. Your body moved so well against his.

And how he held you made you feel adored, beautiful with every inch of skin on display. When he licked his lips you felt a shudder run through you.

  "Look at you." He praised, "Can't ever get enough of you. Love the sight of you on top of me." He continued to palm at your ass while you picked up the pace of your movements. You felt the pleasure on the tip of your tongue, as did he.

Another passionate kiss was shared and you soon held onto the back of his head to deepen the kiss. You moaned against his lips and the movement of your hips increased, pleasure flowed through both of you with excited want.

He groaned against your lips as the pleasure mounted for him. Never had he had a woman like you, a lover like you. That was why he was so keen on making you feel as well as you could. He would do everything in his power to make sure that you experienced only heightened euphoria.

You kissed the corner of his mouth before you pulled away and gazed down at him lovingly. Your body moved against his and the pleasure continued to course through you. You licked your lips and admired him, "Lewis."

  "Dove." He replied softly, the look in his brown eyes only spurred you on further. The feeling of your bodies together only heightened the lust. That he could simply have you in his lap and he got to watch your rut against him.

  "Fuck." You gasped as the pleasure quickly became too much. Your movements became less focused, the speed was quick as you needed you climax. You clutched onto him tightly by the biceps once more as you worked your achy thighs and your pussy clenched around his cock.

He shared another kiss with you before you finished around his cock. Your wetness dripped down his balls and the leather of the couch. The kiss was heated and he gripped onto you tightly to make sure that you kept those hips moving while he was close to his own climax.

  "Lewis." You whined.

  "Beautiful." He said with lust heavy in his tone. He moved you up and down his cock. The pleasure mounted in him before he shared another tender kiss with you. The kiss was heated, but tinged with sweetness as he got you fully down on his cock. With that he finished inside of you with a visible tension then relaxation of his body.

He groaned against your lips and you moaned in response. You held onto him tightly, wrapped up in each other's pleasure for a few more thrusts of your hips before they died down to a stop. You stayed straddled in his lap and tenderly kissed him.

  "You look good in my colours." He said with a smile.

  "I'd look even better with your logo on." you winked in response, "Maybe a pair of panties will do. Something on you'll see." And he pulled you in for another hot kiss.

  "That sounds like a great idea, dove." He purred, "And I'm sure you'll make the logo look fantastic." You couldn't wait to tell him that you already a pair in the same drawer he happened to have a velvet box in.

  "Fuck, Danny."

  "Always love how you say my name, beautiful." His voice a low purr as he pressed you further against the cold counter.

Not that it was anyone's business, but you two were on a little vacation. After two years married and three years post-retirement from racing - you two were now trying for a baby. Little chubby Ricciardo baby at your hip.

And Daniel was taking every opportunity to make sure no moment was wasted. As if you didn't have almost all the time in the world to start your little family. Now, you were pressed up against the kitchen counter with your husband's lips at your neck and his hands pushing up the tank top you wore.

  "Looking good, angel." He said lowly as his kisses led over your cheek and near your lips, "Taste good too."

  "Yeah that's all the drool from my sleep." You said cheekily before you put the glass down then wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you in closed by the hips and kissed you deeply.

Even with his scratchy beard, you felt something stir in you. Even with your mild exhaustion, you felt the thrill of pleasure climb through you. You moaned into the kiss and he held on a little tighter.

He held you like he did when he came out victorious from a race. How he grabbed you by your behind and kissed you mere moments after his helmet was taken off. Sometimes he dame near threw the helmet to the side just to his hands on you. You really were his everything in the end. It was why he promised to marry you after his retirement - a promise that he kept when he popped the question years earlier.

You moaned further into the kiss before he pulled away. He cupped your face and then pinched your cheek before he herded you back into the bedroom. Your little love nest for the rest of the vacation - a shame too. The little island you were visiting had the nicest beaches and the most delicious local cuisine.

But you could always come back once you had your baby. This vacation had a mission attached to it, and while the beaches were lovely - your husband's cock was better.

  "Missed you in bed." He cooed as he got you on your back with his hand snaked up under the shirt you wore. He leaned in closer, his nose once again to your neck, "Missed you so much, angel."

His words were like honey that pooled in your gut. There was something about how Daniel spoke to you at that moment, with sleep still tinged in his voice. But the excitement still rang through.You moaned as he toyed with your breast and rubbed himself against you further.

  "Drive me crazy, baby." He said, "Nice little vacation to get you relaxed to have my baby."

You moaned, "Keep talking like that and we're gonna have six kids eventually."

He laughed lowly as he played with your nipple between his fingers, "Be more than happy to have a full house with you, angel. Hope they're all as beautiful and funny as you." He then got the shirt over your head before he started to kiss your chest. He groaned against your flushed skin, "No idea what you do to me, baby. How much you turn me on."

You helped him by getting your sleeping shorts off and he got himself out of his clothes. All that strong, lean muscle and tattoos stirred something more in you. Your husband was unmistakable hot, in a way that made you rub your legs together with anticipation.

  "Staring?" He asked.

  "Can't help it." You replied as you moved up onto the pillows.

  "Like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked before he took you by the legs and got them around his waist. He admired you for a moment, in the low light of the bedroom. How sweet you looked under him.

The love of his life, how lucky he was to have met you. For you to let him love you - it was something he could not thank you enough for. He ran his hands up and down your soft thighs and admired you.

His cock was at full attention as his brown eyes drank in the sight of you - you looked divine under him. He leaned forward, his cock pressed up against you. He then kissed you deeply on the lips and held onto your thighs a little tighter.

  "Look at you." he then mused, "My sweet wife. Fuck, you're beautiful, angel." His voice low and it sent ripples through you, "I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted you in my life always. My special wife."

You blushed, "Danny."

  "I love you."

  "I love you too." The tenderness if your voice was hitched as he sank his cock inside of you. You reached for him and held onto his shoulders while the two of you rocked against one another. No protect needed, you two were on a mission tonight.

You moaned and he chased it with kisses, his lips sealed against yours as he held on to get the best leverage to rut his body against you. It felt amazing, there were no other words for it. It sank something deep in his core as he moved his hips in time with yours.

You two were the perfect couple, happily married. And neither of you would want anyone else. Two perfect pieces of a similar whole and as Daniel continued to rut against you - he felt complete.

Another tender kiss was shared and he hiked your hips a little higher to move himself against you. You held onto his face, his beard soft under your fingers while he moved up against you at a steady pace. You moaned a little louder against your husband.

  "Remember the first time I saw you on the track." He mused when he looked at you once more. He rocked himself against you, "Fuck remember it like yesterday. How you looked in those tight shorts. I remember I wanted to take you out for a nice dinner."

You chuckled lightly, "and you also wanted the shorts over the back of the couch in your driver's room, right? I remember that quite well." You mused which made your husband grow a bit more flustered.

  "I'm not an animal." He defended.

  "I know, honey." You replied, "Never worried about that. I just know I have a certain charm that only works on you."

  "And I'd rather it only be me who is effected."

You pulled him in once more and you two shared another kiss while his pace quickened.

He groaned, "You feel amazing, baby. So fucking good for me. Look how you look under me." He shuddered as he felt the flowering feeling of pleasure curl in his gut. He continued his quickened pace and hiked your hips up a little bit more to get at best possible angle he could have you in.

  "Please." You moaned.

  "That's it, that's what I like to hear. Feel like heaven angel. And you're all mine - lucky me." He purred as his strokes increased in speed. Your moans were rather loud and the bed rocked against the wall.

The two of you were wrapped up in one another and the warmth spread through your body. It was exhilarating in a way that made your back arch as you held onto your husband's shoulders.

Tattooed hands grazed across your skin and you felt the pleasure only grow further in your core. It left you excited in a way that made moans slip past your lips.

  "Gonna have a baby with you." He said lowly, "Have a nice little family with you. Fuck, that's it, baby. Take me. Take all of me."

Your nail dug into his shoulder a little tighter and soon the pleasure felt so much closer inside of you. You gasped loudly as he continued to fuck you with such a feverish pace that you could feel your heart racing in the back of your mind.

  "Danny."

  "My girl." He purred before he sealed your lips into another heated kiss. He held onto your hips tightly and fucked you the way a husband should fuck his life. And it made you only curl closer to towards him.

You moaned into his kiss once more before you came around his cock. You held on as tight as you could, leaving trails of red across his beck. You swore under your breath when the kiss broke and pleasure consumed you. It elated you, it made your soul burn in a certain way that pleasure felt like a kiss from the heavens.

To make love to your husband always felt like an experience like no other. Especially when he fucked you through climax. He continued his quick movements and clung to you as he finished inside of you.

  "I love you." he said between heavy pants.

  "I love you too." you said in response as you both came down from your highs, "I wonder if it worked this time." You were soon at your side next to your husband.

He kissed across your flushed cheeks for a moment before he said to you softly, "Well, even if it doesn't. We still have a whole vacation to make sure it does." And sealed that promise with another tender kiss.

he was certain if you wanted something pretty to wear that he'd happily get it for you. anything for his dove, but he loved how you looked into the shirt. it should have been thrown out years ago, and he had enough extra ones to give to you. But this one you called your own, it was the one he got when you first started dating.

when he was a new recruit and you were waiting for him after qualification. sometimes he thought you loved the garment more than the pretty wedding ring he eventually proposed with. the gleaming gold band and the bright ruby were pale in comparison to the ratty shirt you loved.

but simon didn't mind, as he watched you get out of bed to get your water bottle off the dresser where the television was. you reached a little to grab it and thus he got a proper look at your behind while the shirt slipped up. made him shift in bed, pull the covers off of him.

you looked good in it, especially when all that was underneath was a simple little pair of panties. excited your husband to no end.

"come here, angel." he said softly before you crawled back into bed with him. he got a strong arm over your shoulders and pulled you in for a heated kiss. he needed to feel you, you felt amazing in his arms. it excited him. he squeezed onto you a little tightly and you giggled as you clinged to him.

you felt right in his arms. then again, of course his wife would feel right in his arms. he peppered your face with kisses while he let his hands wander across your form. you giggled into the kiss.

"that's my girl." he cooed, "fuck, you feel perfect in my arms. who let you be so perfect for me." he squeezed your behind and you giggled into the kiss. he pushed up the shirt a little to get a better feel of you, you only moaned into the kiss. you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against yours.

his hands grazed across your skin, it felt right. so right to have you in his lap. you were the perfect size for him. with curves that drove him wild, he adored you. loved you beyond words. he needed you badly, in that over-sized grey t-shirt. his name across your shoulders, it felt right. so right. you were made to be mrs. simon riley. your place with him, in his arms.

it was almost like you could read his mind, you moved to get out of your panties and then soon the shirt came off as well. he cupped your breasts and licked his lips. you were beyond beautiful, aphrodite incarnate. the most lovely creature he could ever conjure up in his mind, in his arms.

he kissed at you, gave you the quiet affection you deserved. it was a great feeling, he always needed you deeply. your bra soon ended up on the floor and he laid back in the pillows and got his cock out of his sweatpants.

he admired your naked body in the low glow of the television. he licked his lips and put his hands on your hips as you slowly sank down on his cock. while he loved the way his old t-shirt looked on you, you looked better naked. completely nude for him. only for his eyes to admire, his hands to touch. it was his, all his.

in every way one person could have another, he had you.

it was heaven.

the kisses continued, heated with a certain passion that left you achy for more. you needed your man, your husband. the one who brought a sense of light into your life. the one who smothered you in tight hugs and heavy kisses.

"you look good." he said, "with my name across your back. like ya own it. make it seem like riley was your last name from the start."

you giggled as you moved your hips in time with his, "you could have taken my last name."

he chuckled lightly, "too much of a traditionalist, love." he knew that was a lie, he loved his modern woman. and if you asked to keep your name or have him change his, he would have easily complied. he pulled you in for another searing kiss. you moaned into it and he wrapped his strong arms around you.

you held his face while you moved against him. the racing of your heart burned in your soul. you moaned loudly and he leaned in for another hot kiss.

"fuck, si." you moaned.

"i got you, dove. always got ya. all mine, forever. that's why i got that ring on ya." he kissed at your neck as you continued to move up an down on his cock.

you felt the swirl of pleasure in your core as you rutted against him. the feeling felt amazing. there was something so deep about your love for your husband, a feeling he shared with you. you were beautiful on top of him. his hands found your breasts and he pinched the nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and pointer fingers. he groaned as your pussy clenched around him.

it felt good, so good, in the low light of your shared bedroom. to feel his love up against yours, his body so close. the way you always wanted him. you went in for another searing kiss, your short nails dug across his shoulders. he moaned against your lips and you drank in the feeling and sounds of him.

it was heaven, it felt amazing. it stirred in your gut and made your thighs trembled as the two of you continued to make love on your bed.

"my missus." he said lowly, "missus riley, the only woman to love a dog like me," he chuckled lightly before he went in for another hot kiss against your lips. you moaned and held on tighter. the feeling of pleasure crashed over you in a way that kept the two of you moving against one another.

your soft tits pressed against his soft pecs, the two of your melded against one another in a heated bliss. the heat grew between the both of you.

you whined, "my darling, darling husband." you then lightly chuckled as the pleasure grew in you. your thighs clenched around him and you continued to rock against him. you shared another messy kiss as the heat continued to grow.

you knew you weren't going to last much longer. you held onto him tightly and rocked against him. the pleasure bloomed in your core and you felt needy for your beloved husband. you two shared another heated kiss and he held onto you tightly for support as climax washed over you.

"i love you." you squeaked as you moved against him.

he held you close and replied, "i love you too, love you so very much." then kissed at you face as you came. he continued to move against you, "cum for me, angel. let it all out for me." he kissed your lips as you moaned against his lips.

you slowed your pace to a stop and he continued to work himself against you. he peppered your face with kisses as he leaned you back on the bed and he got on top of you for a classic missionary position.

he hiked your hips up and thrusted against you. he pressed himself against you and gave you another messy kiss before he finished inside of you. as he came he looked into your eyes and panted, "that's my girl, that's my girl." then kissed your flushed cheek as he continued to rock his hips against yours.

"my beautiful, lamb." he purred as he kissed your sweaty forehead before he got off of you and had you laid down next to him on top of the pillows once more. he draped an arm over your side as you both laid there sweaty. he kissed you a few more times. he said lowly, "i love you.

"i love you too. now where's that shirt of yours." you tried to go find it in the low light of the bedroom.

he chuckled as he laid back in the pillows and watched you naked and trying to find the t-shirt on the bedroom floor. he remarked, "gonna have that shirt forever."

"yep, and i'm gonna be buried in it too." you said cheekily before you found it.

you practically stumbled over yourself as you got into your lavish apartment. the smell of weed was heavy on your clothes,but right now you were running fairly hot. you could feel the cloudiness in your head.

"look at you." he purred as he pressed himself up against you. his arms wrapped around your middle, "you look like a little deer. stumbling around trying to find your bed."

he rubbed himself up against you, his grip on you was tight. you felt a flutter in your core as he guided you towards the bedroom. he would always make sure that you were taken care of. if you were a little doe, then he was the big stag that made sure you were safe. his kisses set your skin ablaze and his beard made you feel over sensitive.

you felt your wetness grow as you were gently pushed onto the bed. you started to get out of your clothes, they felt too restrictive even if the t-shirt you wore was rather baggy and the shorts only had an elastic waistband. you needed to be naked, nude for your lover.

"look at you, so beautiful." he cooed at you as he went for his belt. you licked your lips in anticipation. something wild ran through you as he started to get undressed as well. his movements had a bit more control, meanwhile you were rubbing your legs together with anticipation.

"please, nando. fuck me already." you chuckled lightly and ran your tongue across your top lip. yearning couldn't cover exactly how you wanted your lover. it was a fire in your soul, in the back of your mind. you wanted him to devour you whole with sexual bliss, a eroticism that fueled your body.

"you're so cute when you make demands." his hands trailed up your sides as he got between your legs. you were both finally nude and the excitement of lust between you only grew from the high in your head.

you licked your lips, your throat dry but you core was soaked with desire for your older lover. a man like fernando alonso was not easy to find, not many carried his prowess, his power, his stamina. the type of man that kept going. and it only drowned you in sexual excitement.

"can't speak now, my love? ran out of words?" he chuckled lightly as he pulled your thighs around his waist. he loomed over you, his large hands on you as he rubbed his aching cock up against you, "you love this don't you? how i feel against you, how my body wraps so nicely with yours. you're my good girl, right? letting me have you, all of you."

you shakily exhaled, "you can take everything."

"good girl." he said as he slowly sank himself into you. you let out a sweet noise as he held onto you tightly. he inched himself into you as you held onto the bed under you.

you let out a sweet moan as fernando drank in the sound of it. you sounded beautiful, beyond beautiful. this was his, all his. it was all he ever wanted in a lover. you were both hungry for one another.

beautiful.

he moved against you. eventually he leaned forward and planted his hands on either side of you. he gripped to the covers and moved against you with heavy thrusts. you were so close to one another while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

the two of you kissed deeply. he continued his movements and you kissed him. to feel wrapped up in his warmth allowed you to feel excitement in your core. to love him was a delight and to be fucked by him was a total joy. you needed him like a flower with water.

his dark eyes gazed upon you like holy scripture, his kisses across your neck left your breathless. it was almost a holy sight, the two of you having sex.

he continued his movements, his kisses along your heated flesh grew heated. the two of you moved together. you held onto his shoulders as he thrusted against you.

you could feel the want in your gut, you felt every heavy thrust. the pleasure seeped through your core. your noises got louder. everything made you arouse further, it was the kind of sexual want that most would always yearn for. but you got it in spades with your lover.

"i love you." he kissed you softly as he moved against you. he gripped onto the covers you laid on and moved his hips in time with a pace that he came up with. he needed to feel every inch of your pussy, to feel all of you around him.

all his, only his.

the notion made him only move faster. the kisses shared only grew in intensity. they were hungry for you, he needed you. wanted you more than anything. he adored you in a way that no one else could compare to you. he eventually grabbed your hips and hiked it up to move against you further. to get a better angle to fuck you,

"perfect." he said lowly as he admired you for a moment. he took in the sight of your blissed out expression. how you looked under him. it was quite the sight. it made him feel excited as he continued his rough thrusts. he wanted to feel every inch of you around his cock.

"fuck, nando." you shuddered as he pressed his hands further into the covers.

"i love you, my love." he cooed as his thrusts continued. he needed to feel you, all of you. everything raced through him, the immense feeling of his lust for you. he groaned as he picked up the pace, his hips hit against yours with each thrust. he dove in for another deep kiss and you moaned against his lips.

the two of you fucking madly against one another.

"fuck i need you." he said lowly, "always need you. you're the only woman i'll ever need. ever desire." he went in for another searing kiss as he rutted against you.

his thrusts were heavy with force as he fucked you. you held onto his shoulders and the pleasure grew through you. you swore under your breath when fernando broke the kiss. it only spurred him on further to kiss you again.

it didn't take much longer before you orgasmed around his cock, you clutched on tightly and tilted your head back as you moaned. your tensed up and let the pleasure wash over you. you swore under you breath before you let the pleasure take over.

you needed him, needed him more than anything. he was your lover and even the high in your head was only amplified by the pleasure that coursed through you. fernando alonso was a dedicated and talented lover through and through. you felt the heightened euphoria as he continued to thrust against you.

"fuck, honey."

"i know, my love. you feel so good." he purred as he held on tighter and with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you. he tensed up and held onto you tightly. you let out a soft moan while he shakily groaned. the feeling was intense for him as well.

you two shared another kiss and the pleasure ceased between you two as he slowed his pace to a stop. he pulled away from the kiss and admired you for a moment. you looked beautiful under him, you gave him a blissed out smile before you leaned towards him and pressed another kiss against his lips.

price broke into a grin and said, "well, i guess this book isn't exactly your cup of tea. but that's alright." he put a mark in it to save the page before it found home back on the nightstand.

you were dressed in panties and his sweater with nothing else underneath. the peak of comfortable you could get. so it wasn't hard to get you on your back with your lumbering lover between your soft thighs.

"pretty little thing." he purred, "maybe next time i'll find other ways to keep ya entertained while i'm tryin' to read." he hiked up your hips till your clothed pussy was rubbed against his clothed cock, "needy got like ya needs to keep busy. or else you get bored."

you swallowed, "daddy."

he replied, "i know, i know. the worst thing in the world is for a pretty little thing to be bored." he rubbed himself up against you, "don't worry, i'll find something for you to do. maybe next time i'll get ya to suck my cock, or make ya ride that pretty little toy you have."

you shuddered with sexual desire and he chuckled lowly, how cute.

"i think you'd love that, wouldn't ya?" he asked before he dropped your hips to get your out of your panties, "i own this. own this cute little pussy just like i own that book on the nightstand. just like the house you live in and the clothes you wear. it's all mine, petal."

you nodded and then swallowed when you watched him get his cock out of his sweatpants. he was always so big, the biggest you could possibly have. any bigger and it wouldn't fit. price liked that you were a small little thing, it wasn't your fault. even with your soft stomach, thick thighs and round little face, you were still his little angel. all his.

"daddy loves when you're so needy for me. i love how soft ya are. no proper woman should have a thigh gap. not natural." he chuckled, "more room to cum on them." he said as he eyed you up and down once more.

you giggled. you weren't petite, but that only made price love you more. he said that too much of his life he had denied himself pretty things, so he'd make sure to never deny himself you. the prettiest thing he could ever have.

he gripped your hips once more, just right. he hiked them up and made sure your legs were wrapped around his waist. he said, "daddy loves when you behave so well. taught ya everythin you should know." he said with affection in his tone, "fuck, petal."

then slowly he sank his cock into you. he eyed your form and licked his lips. everything about him screamed a certain kind of traditional masculine that made you excited all over.

"mine."

the heaven was immediate, there was something about how your older lover took you that made you run so very hot, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. his kiss was hot and you reached for him to hold him tightly on the shoulders. you moaned into the kiss and felt the lust kick up inside of you.

you swore under your breath as your lover moved against you, his thrusts were strong and they made your toes curl with sexual need for him. it felt amazing, you loved it. you loved him.

"look at you my love." he said almost dreamily, "the sight of you is to die for. the love i have for you is something that i need. i need you and you need daddy." he felt you tense up around him and he licked his lips. a beautiful a sight, a gorgeous woman under him as he made love to you.

he watched the sight of your breasts move with each heavy thrusts. a full figure is what drove him made. your soft thighs wrapped around his waist as he fucked himself into you. almost folding you in to a mating press as he worked his hard cock inside of you.

your pussy felt immaculate, the feeling of our wetness coating his cock all the way down to his balls. always such a messy girl, but price loved it, he yearned for it.

as the rain came down on the window, he continued to fuck you, praise you with the low rumble of his voice. you felt your mind feel a little blank from the intensity of his praise. your pulse was in your throat as he thrusted heavily. this was all his, always his.

he went in for another searing kiss, another hot one against your lips and you arched your hips a little bit. you moaned against his lips. you swore under your breath and price enjoyed the feeling.

"my petal."

"daddy."

"always say my name so lovely." he purred as he fulled pressed you into a mating press and continued to fuck you with the passion he had. your knees to your ears as he worked himself against you, his thrusts were heavy and you could feel his heavy balls against you.

everything screamed hairy daddy and it made you get lost in the pleasure of it all. you moaned and held onto the back of your knees. you whined a little louder and price drank in the noises. you sounded beautiful. a needy little thing for him, his precious petal. delicate, and warm like you soaked up the sun. it made price more hungry for you. a deep thrum of yearning in his core. his. his. his.

you held on tightly, you arched your back. the kisses continued. he pressed into you further. the warmth ran through you, along with the intense heat of pleasure. you looked into his blue eyes, perfect. all perfect. you were everything to him and the notion muddled you brain with ecstasy.

"that's my girl." he said lowly, "all mine."

his words felt like gospel and it made your core shiver. the feeling of him on top of you was intense, this was your lover. this was your everything. you needed him like you needed water.

"ah, daddy!"

"sounds so right on your lips." he purred and you shifted under him. he admired you as he brought you closer to orgasm.

you held on tightly, soon you came around his cock. you were pressed further into the bed while price worked his hips against yours. you tensed up, the pleasure washed through your body as you came. you let out a delicate whine and price licked his lips.

"that's it, that's my girl." he purred as he came inside of you while you were in the height of your pleasure, "all for daddy."

"mmm, fuck." you whined.

he continued to fuck you through his climax, only soon after slowed to a stop before he made out with you messily once more. you moaned into the kiss and held onto his shoulders tightly as the two of you continued to make out on the bed.