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Dating one of the most pretty and famous men from the Formula One grid had its ups and downs, overall, the worst part would be dealing with all the girls, reporters, and media girls throwing themselves at him. Like today, Charles won the Monza GP against the odds and I couldn't take the sight of all the girls who said something nice or casually touched him as we left the paddock.
I was one to hide well my feelings, but as soon as we got to the hotel I could tell he was reading me like an open book.
"You're jealous" He chuckles, like it is funny.
"I'm not, why would I?" I focus on the task at hand, getting my clothes to shower. But I fail terribly with controlling my voice.
"Yeah, we are not strangers, I can tell you are cherié" he walks to me, holding my hips and grins.
"Well, I mean if I count the amount of girls that have touched you today I could say at least half of Italy has been in contact with you" I state, it's almost hilarious but I'm maybe a bit mad about it.
Charles burst into laughter, grabbing me even tighter and pulling me flush against him. "Are you doubting me?" He whispers, his breath hot against my skin as his lips brush against the sensitive spot just below my ear. His fingers slide up underneath my shirt, teasing the soft skin of my stomach, then slowly move up to my bra, his thumb tracing across the edge of the fabric."I'll show you who I belong to" he takes the hem of my shirt to take it off."Who do belong to?" he unlocks my bra.
As I get rid of my bottoms and my shoes, he gets off his Ferrari clothes.
He sits on the bed and sits me in between his legs, spreading mine, the hot weather contributing to the heat in the room, our bodies naked his hand goes back to my stomach, making his way down to my waist and tracing his way more down sends shivers all around my body, my arousal growing like a fire.
"It passed?" he chuckles and just that is enough to make me close my legs from the pleasure.
"W-what?"
"The attitude, did it pass? The whole jealousy" he whispers in my ear while leaving small kisses on my neck, my head against his shoulder. My back against his chest. His middle finger moved in a circular motion pressed against my clit, making me burst in pleasure.
"C-charles" I whine.
"Answer Cherié. did it pass?" He bites my earlobe.
"Y-YES!" my mind is blank from the lower tone he's using and I just sigh, trying to stay composed.
"You like this?" his lips brush behind my neck "When I touch you like this?" His finger sinks a bit more and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He moves his fingers on my folds.
"I do... I do" I manage to respond, my voice barely more than a whimper against his kisses.
He grins against my ear, he can tell by the way my body moves against his and the way I squirm, that he has me completely at his mercy.
"Good, because we're not done yet" He bites harder and kisses down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their path. His tongue wets the skin of my collarbone and he sucks it gently, the heat between us only growing more intense.
"Please Charles...." my back arches."One"
Charles smirks against my skin, the heat of his breath making me shiver, my body responding to his movements, begging him for more. "You're impatient now, aren't you?" He chuckles, his lips brushing against my ear, the tone of his voice making me even more eager.
I guide his finger to my entrance.
"You want me that badly, huh?" he whispers, I feel his finger getting into me and I let out a low moan. "Is one not enough?" he moves the finger, my cunt already wet, almost dripping. Charles grins as he sees how desperate I'm becoming, responding to his touch like a puppet on a string. "one is not enough for you?" he laughs"You want more?"
I nod frantically at his question, he can see the sheer need on my face, desperate for more of him. His lips brush up against my ear as he whispers. "Tell me what you want, cherié. Don't be shy now. I want to hear you say it."
"A-another f-finge" I whine. He does what I ask for. He slides another finger inside slowly, his breath hot against my skin as he watches my reaction. "Fuck" I grind on his finger. "Faster"
Charles can see how desperate I'm becoming, the way I move against him, the way my body responds to his touch. "Faster, huh? You really want it, don't you?" He moves his fingers faster and I let out a choked moan. "You like it when I finger you like this, don't you, cherié?When I talk dirty to you?"
"mhmh" I tilt my head back. "Yesyesyes talk dirty to me" Charles responds to my desperate moans, his fingers moving faster, his breath hot against my skin.
"You're so desperate for me, aren't you, cherié?" he asks, the tone of his voice changing, his own need growing stronger. He fastens the pace and I groan, not being able to keep it much longer. Charles feels how close I'm getting, my body responding to his movements, begging for more.
"Ba-babe" my clit throbbing.
"You're close, aren't you, cherié?" he whispers in my ear, his own voice growing hoarse, his breaths coming out shorter as he watches me "Are you going to come for me?" he grins and picks up the pace a bit more and I just can't hold it anymore, making a mess. He grins as he feels how I lose myself to the wave of pleasure coursing
"That's it, let it all out," he says beside my ear. "That's it cherié, let it all out" he keeps moving his fingers to help me ride out my high. "I'm yours, and you're mine" he scatter kisses over my neck"I'm the only one who can make you come like this". He takes his fingers out and slaps my inner thigh, getting up to get me cleaned up.
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Lando and I had been friends since kids, until last year, when he needed to get married to someone quickly because of his mafia business. We lived in a huge property in Monaco but I am always used to being alone. I was ready for bed when a loud bang caught my attention. I run in its direction. The kitchen.
He was standing there, with cuts and bruises on his face.
"What happened?" I ask completely worriedly, he wasn't one to take hits.
"Got to sleep" his tone is cold, like always.
"Lan" I whisper, walking to him. Avoiding eye contact he washes his cuts in the sink, splashing his face with cold water.
"Like I said, go to bed," He says in the same emotionless tone. But I stubbornly step closer to him. "Why are you coming closer?" he looks at me over his shoulder.
"I want to check on you... please" I whisper, still worried about his cuts' deepness.
He lets out a heavy sigh "It's nothing... I'm fine" I take the cloth he's holding, my eyes maintaining eye contact with him. "I'm truly fine, I don't need your help" he mutters.
"I know, but still" I start to work on his cuts "Let me" I smile weakly.
"You're so damn stubborn" Grumbling under his breath he finally gives in, letting me work on his cuts, resting his waist against the counter.
I pay attention to his face, seems like he doesn't feel any hurt from the cuts at all. His stare is fixed on me as I take care of him.
"Yep, I am" I smirk. "You don't have to act like you're not hurting...not with me" I turn his face to the side.
"Hmph" mumbles and stays quiet as I continue to take care of him.
I take his eyes on me, I knew he was trying to suppress his vulnerability. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"You don't have to be so gentle. I've had worse" He tries to sound nonchalant, but deep down he appreciates my concern, even though he would never admit it.
"Just because you had worse before, doesn't mean you have to be rough" I stop for a minute to look at him.
"I've got a reputation to maintain... you know" He says, half-jokingly, the corner of his mouth curving up in the smallest smile possible.
"Not with me" I go back to clean the last cuts and dry blood.
He raises an eyebrow, his eyes locking onto mine. "Oh really? you think it's easy to let my guard down around you just because you're my wife?"
"I mean, it should, we were friends..."
He lets out a humorless laugh.
"I've spent my entire life hiding behind walls. Letting my guard down is not something I'm used to doing, especially not around you... you know a lot"
"Especially not around me," I repeat. "Woah"
He could tell that hurt.
"I didn't mean it like that, it's just ... you make me feel things I'm not used to feeling... it's " He looks away. "Uncomfortable"
"I know... but I could be your walls, you can rely on me"
He moves his eyes and I can see the relief and vulnerability at my words. Knowing he might be feeling the necessity of pulling me away, but I also knew I was carving my way through his heart.
"You don't know what you're saying" He sighs.
"I know exactly what I'm saying"
"It's not that simple. Letting someone in means I'd have to be vulnerable, and I have enemies all around me... I can't afford to be vulnerable" he speaks his mind.
I hold his cheeks "You don't have to be tough all the time."
"I've been tough my whole life. I can't just change that, even for the sake of being vulnerable with you" He takes a few deep breaths, trying to keep his emotions in check. "you're making this hard for me, you know that?" He lets out another deep sigh. "God, you have no idea the power you have over me" He murmured quietly.
"I do?" I smile, knowing I have made my way.
He nods slightly, his eyes still locked on mine. "Yes, you do. You can make me feel things I thought I was incapable of feeling. You challenge all the walls I’ve built up over the years, and you make me want to tear them all down for you. It’s both maddening and terrifying at the same time"
I kiss the tip of his nose.
"Why do you have to be so damn gentle?" he whispers.
"Just with you" I whisper back.
I feel his facial expression soften under my touch, Even though he's always portrayed as cold and aloof, knowing the effect I have on him. He gently grabs my wrist, leaving my hands still on his cheeks.
"You're such a bad influence on me, you know that?" His tone is half serious, half teasing.
"Oh, since we were fifteen" I joke and he lets out a low laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You seem positively gleeful about it too. My little troublemaker" He squeezes my wrists lightly. Keeping his hold on me. He steps closer to me, closing the distance between our bodies. "You shouldn't have this much power over me..." He whispers and closes his eyes for a few seconds. "Why can't I resist you?" He murmurs, his voice laced with both frustration and longing.
"Well, I think it's because of how pretty I am," I say and he laughs lowly, opening his eyes, meeting my gaze again.
"Well it's certainly not because of your modesty" He jokes with a smile.
"Or maybe you can't resist me because of the way I do your favorite foods, or I take care of your wounds." I list and he raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, so you think you've won me over with your cooking skills and your nursing abilities? just feeding and patching me up like a lost puppy?" he chuckles, trying to brush off the sincerity of your words.
"The way I take your cock" I whisper and see him choking on his breath, clearly not expecting me to say something so boldly. He looks away for a moment.
"You can't just blurt something like that out," he says, his voice slightly hoarse.
"How I take your backshots" I continue listing, a light blush on display on my face.
He groans, his eyes closing as your words continue to affect him. He's starting to lose his grip on his own self-control.
"Jesus Christ" he curses under his breath, not able to focus on anything but the images of my words planted on his head. He opens his eyes, his gaze locking onto mine. "you're trying to kill me, aren't you? driving me insane with those filthy words of yours"
He moves his hands from my wrist to my hips pressing me against him.
"I'm just listing why you can't resist me" I smirk.
He growls. "Well. your listing is not helping your case. If you keep going, I won't be able to hold back any longer" he says through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, what do you have in mind?"
He hesitates for a moment, and I sense his eyes roaming over my face and body.
"You really want to know what I have in mind?" He asks, his voice thick with desire.
"Maybe I can tell you what I have in mind" I whisper closer to his ear.
I feel the shiver that goes over his body as he feels my breath against his ear. "And what do you have in mind, princess?" he asks, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips.
"Remember that big mirror I made install in front of the bed? the large one..." I hint, hoping he knows what I'm implying.
"Oh, the large mirror," he says with a sly smirk slowly spreading across his face. Knowing exactly what I'm implying. "You're playing a dangerous game here, you know that? Teasing me like this, whispering your dirty thoughts in my ear"
I hold his hand. intertwining our hands, walking him to our room. Once we are in the room, I make him sit on the bed, untying the strips of my bed dress and he holds my now just in underwear-covered hips.
"You're so damn beautiful" He murmurs under his breath, his eyes darkened with a mix of lust and admiration. He pulls me closer, making me straddle his lap. He ran his hands over my body, feeling the warmth of my skin under his fingers, His eyes roaming over every inch of me. "You drive me insane," He says through gritted teeth, his hands grabbing my ass now.
"I want you to fuck me Lando, I need it."
He groans, his grip on my ass tightening at my blunt words. "Princess you have no idea how much those words make me want to lose control" He murmurs, voice thick with raw hunger.
I kiss him, forcing his back to be on the bed.
He allows me to push him down into the bed, kissing me back fiercely, any remnants of his previous control completely gone now. Both of us are completely consumed by desire.
"Let me show you how proud i am to be yours" I whisper, my eyes on his, so he can see the truth in my words.
"You... you're proud to be mine?" his voice is laced with a hint of vulnerability.
"Always have" I whisper getting rid of his shirt.
He helps me discharging his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands moved to grip my waist too.
"on the bed" He whispers against my ear and I shiver from head to toe. I do as he says. "Good girl" He can tell I am growing impatient. "Doesn't the princess like to be teased?" He moves his finger from my neck to the waistband of my panties.
"No" I grind against him, trying to keep my composure. "Please Lando" I whisper, growing desperate for him to just touch me everywhere.
"So impatient..." he scatters kisses all over my neck "But since you've asked so nicely" he murmurs, his fingers slowly slipping underneath the fabric of the underwear.
"Please" I arch my back a bit "No teasing..." I hold his shoulders.
"Is that how you ask for something you want, princess?" his fingers now hovering over my folds. "You want me to touch you here?" he smirks and I nod frantically.
He flops me on the bed, my back now on the soft mattress, breaking the kiss to get rid of his clothes, leaving me to enjoy the view of him stripping the suit like he was burning, my hand unconsciously slipping down to my folds where his hand was a few seconds ago.
"What are you doing? he says when he notices my hand replacing the now empty spot. "Such a needy little princess, aren't you?" he smirks "On your fours," he says and I do. "Such a good girl", and seconds later, my panties are ripped out of my body.
He reaches out, his hand grabbing my hips. "I love how desperate you are for me, princess, you're all mine now" he whispers, positioned behind me, teasing my entrance.
"P-please lando" I move my head trying to catch sight of him, but I bury my face in the covers when I feel the sting of his hand against my ass. Making me let out a loud moan.
He grabs my hair in a ponytail and makes me look up. The sight of us in the mirror is arousing. "Look at us," he whispers right to my ear.
He starts to move, and my eyes close in pleasure. His moves are short and slow but hard, I could practically feel the budge on my stomach.
"F-faster" I lift my ass, looking at the reflection in the mirror, our bodies now made all one. He speeds the shots, my back arching.
"Does that feel good, princess?" he smacks my ass again and nod. "Words... I need words."
"Y-yes" I grip the sheets.
He pulls my hair a bit harder. "Look how pretty you look while taking me," he whispers, kissing my back. I want you to make a mess." He's now holding my face in the mirror's direction. "Look how pretty you are taking my cock" he slaps sighty my cheek.
I let out a ragged moan, feeling the heat pooling in my lower belly, knowing I was close.
"I'm c-close," I say, Trying to hold on.
He turns me around, laying me back on the bed again. Missionary this time.
"I want to see you come undone," he smirks, moving his hands to pay attention to my breast, but stops to guide my face to see us in the mirror again. "Look how good you look with me balls buried inside you" I clench around him and he moans.
A few seconds later I release, all over his cock. "La-lando" he keeps moving but I'm too sensitive. He takes his cock out to release on my stomach. I see everything in the reflection in the mirror.
"So pretty, my cum all over your body" he lays down beside me, both of us trying to even our breaths.
After a few minutes he cleans me up and we close our eyes to sleep.
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Charles recently got a new girlfriend, and he's been talking about it. After a few weeks, he had slowly been inviting me less and less over his place and stopped completely spending more time with her. But suddenly, after a month of little to no interaction, he called me, asking if I could come over, and I could sense some kind of desperation.
When I knock on his door I can tell what he's about tonight, but I could be wrong. So when the door swings open I smile. He looks happy too but a little upset and nervous.
"Hey, come in," he says with a grin, holding my wrist with one hand to pull me inside.
"Hey, you okay?" I mutter.
I close the door behind me and he walks me to the couch, he plops down and I do too.
"No... not really"
"Oh, what happened?" he lets go of my hand and sighs.
"It's just my girlfriend.... we had a bit of an argument and I just started to feel a little shitty...." He lifts his eyes to look at me. " Can I tell you something?"
I nod, wanting him to just continue.
"Promise you won't tell a soul" he lets out a deep breath.
"My lips are sealed" I smirk, trying to lift the tense feeling surrounding us.-
"She's been doing something I may not be so comfortable with her," he says quietly.
"Like what?"
"Well. She's been a bit..... demanding, to say the least," I can tell he was avoiding eye contact with me. "It kinda makes me miss the days where you and I ... you know, were closer" He mutters.
Suddenly, without thinking, he grabs my hand and holds it in his. "I really miss spending time with you" I can tell there was some truth in his voice.
The two of us sit silently as he runs his thumb over my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He takes a second, thinking to himself before speaking again.
"We were so close..." he scoots closer "Can I ask you something else?"
"What?" I mutter, trying to think about everything he's saying.
He hesitates for a second, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. "I have a question but I would appreciate it if you could be honest with me, okay? I smirk.
"Shoot"
"Do you" he takes a second to keep going "Still feel the same way about me as you did back then?" he says looking down.
"What is going on Charlie.... is she not being good for you as I was?" I whispered in his ear, I knew this was what he wanted to talk about the moment I picked up the phone and he asked me to come over.
He freezes as he feels my warm breath against his ear, causing him to shiver. He turns to look at me, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "No .... she's not the same as you..." He mumbles so low I almost can't hear it.
"She's been trying to do the same thing you used to do with me?" I see his eyes shut closed, knowing what I was hinting at as I speak.
"Yes... but when she does it... it's different" his voice waver a little.
"Why?" I look at him but he changes the direction of his eyes.
"She's not as gentle as you were.... she.." he doesn't finish his sentence, but instead tightens his grip on my hand, almost as if he is scared I would leave him.
"What is wrong Charlie... she doesn't turn you on as I do?" I whisper, a small flush growing on his face.
"No..."
"She can't touch all the right places like I used to?"
"No" He states. "She won't touch me softly like you do" He scoots closer again, his hand squeezing mine. "I keep comparing her to you.. and it's been pissing me off." He murmurs honestly and moves his other hand, gently putting it on top of my thigh. "When she touches me, I just can't help but compare it to when you used to touch me in all the right places" He's so close I can feel his breath on my skin.
I move my fingers along his thigh.
"God, I missed your touching me so much" He moves even closer like it was even possible." I can't stop thinking about it.. you just know where all my sensitive spots are, I can't stop thinking about just how good you were" he says now breathlessly.
He moves his hand to my waist, gently pulling me into his lap without warning. "I need you to touch me again.... only you can do it right.." He says desperately into my ear, his voice almost a whine.
"Too bad you have a girlfriend now" I whisper back.
"Please..." he whines. "She's out with her friends for the night.. and I need you... please" he sighs "I'll do anything," he says in my ear and I smirk.
Another whimper in frustration comes out of his mouth, his eyes now almost begging. "Please, I need you" he whimpers, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"mmmm, I don't think this is fair" I whisper, getting out of his lap and sitting beside him again.
"God please, I'll do anything, anything you ask of me, just please t-touch me," he says, letting a sound that's half between a whine and a moan.
"You know, I don't want to meddle about you and her," I say, I wasn't completely lying, I did think this wasn't fair to her, but at the same time, I was holding myself to not wreck him. "Why don't just talk about the week, after all, you called me to "catch up""
"Y-yeah, let's do that" I could tell he was frustrated I changed the topic and was having a hard time focusing on the present.
"What's been up? How's been the week?"
"Just u-uh training, mainly" he looks down, and then his eyes find mine "Not much else, really"
"Yeah, how was training?" I move my hand to his thigh. Noticing his shiver and how he presses his head against the back of the couch.
"Well... you know the usual"
"Next race is Singapore, right?" I move to get the tv controller, my hand brushing against his crotch 'by mistake'.
"Y-yeah," he says, his eyes still on me, waiting for me to move again. Which I do, moving back I brush my hand again against his crotch. "Fuck" He mumbles, barely holding it together. "I can't".
I ignore him, turn the tv on, and start to channel diving to find something good.
"Jesus Christ" he fidgets, while trying to focus on the tv. "Can you do that again?... please?"
"Do what?" I act dumb.
"You know what I mean... I'm begging you... please?" his voice starts to get needy.
"And do you think that this is fair to her?" I whisper against his ear again.
He closes his eyes, letting out a shaly exhale as I keep teasing him. "I don't care, I'm begging you, please I need your touch," he says in a whiney tone.
"I don't think your girlfriend deserves this"
"I don’t care about her, I need you…please.." he begs, now completely desperate. "N-no one can make me feel the way you do"
"is that so?" I shift to my side and move my lips over his.
He lets out a shaky whine "Yes…yes it is….please, I beg you…." He mutters, shifting around on the couch again, trying desperately to find some relief from the aching his body is going through.
I cross my leg over my knee. "I don't know this feels pretty wrong." I move my hand to caress his cheek, he closes his eyes at the feeling of my hand on his skin.
"I don’t c-care….I need you….please…"
"Yeah, you look like you really need it" My lips brush his.
A moan escapes his lips. "God, I can’t take it…please, please just…do something…." He whispers, the need in his voice starting to verge on pleading desperateness.
I take his hand away slowly. "What do you want me to do?"
He nearly whines in frustration as I take his hand away, needing to do something, anything, to relieve the aching fire that’s coursing through his body. "I don’t care…anything….just please touch me….I can’t take it anymore…" he practically begs.
"Touch you were?"
"J-just…anywhere… I don’t care where…just anywhere…please…. I need something to relieve this ache…"
I was about to kiss him when we heard the keys on the door. }
"Whoops" I whisper, moving away to set a healthy distance from him, knowing his girlfriend was about to step into the apartment.
We can't be friends - Lewis Hamilton. (Breeding kink)
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Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
Lewis took victory in the Silverstone GP and we were out at night to celebrate with the other drivers and wags, we were just friends but everyone could tell the line wasn't as clear as it used.
Things went smoothly. He was chill, drinking a drink like usual, he wasn't a crazy animal while partying like everyone thought, he was actually calm. Enjoying the moment.
On the other hand, you had me, the crazy party animal trying to stay composed aside from Lewis.
"You can go to dance, you don't have to stay here all night trying to be a good girl," he says in my ear because of the loud music. The closeness and the words he chose send shivers down my spine.
"I'm not trying, I'm enjoying the moment, that's all, you won your home-race gp" I looked at him, trying to make him understand I wasn't desperate to go dance. I was lying, dying to dance with him, to feel him against me while we danced like we always used to do.
He guides me to the dancefloor and I already know what kind of night waits ahead, we dance, he teases me, I grow impatient and horny and he plays innocently with me like he didn't do anything.
My back is against his chest in the little space we had for ourselves on the dancefloor. Every brush of his hand against my waist, each subtle shift of our bodies closer, sent a shiver down my spine, He leans in, resting his chin on my shoulder, his lips are so close to my skin that I feel like I could come undone just from how my body feels against his and his breath against my skin.
"You've got some good moves there," he says, I hear it like a whisper because of the loudspeakers around the place. I tilt my head back, trying to answer him.
"I could say the same about you but I'd be lying" I joke.
Lewis chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, adding a spark to my growing arousal, his hand slid up my back, his fingers tracing a slow line that made my heart race. The way we were moving wasn't just dancing, it was a conversation without words of what was to come once we were back at the hotel.
"Is this how you celebrate your wins?" I say, turning around to face him, he holds my hips and pushes me flush against him. I can tell he's smirking because I know all his reactions.
"You know I do, just with you" his lips brushed my neck and I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach.
The music was a background noise now, it was as if the world had shifted its focus, leaving just the two of us.
He leaned in close, his hand brushing lightly against my lower back, "Let's get out of here" he murmured, his lips inches away from mine.
My eyes meet his gaze, a slight agreement between us. With a slight tug on my hand, he guides me through the crowd, his grip warm and reassuring as we slipped out of the club and into the cool night air. The rush of excitement from earlier lingered, but now it was laced with anticipation.
The car ride was silent, his hand on my thigh, going up and down slowly, teasing me and making my arousal go higher than expected.
When he pulled into the driveway of the hotel, parking the car with the same precision he used on track, for a moment, neither of us moved, the air was thick with anticipation, knowing what was to come. He stepped out and walked around to open the door for me, he always does, always the gentleman.
At the door of his hotel room, I could tell that something was different between us and how we were doing this, a change in the dynamic for tonight I don't feel like his best friend but like one of his girls, and I was okay with it.
He opened the door, stepping aside to let me in first, his eyes never leaving my body, undressing me, and once the door is closed behind him, the tension is finally broken but his hand spanking my ass.
"This is exactly what I needed before even the race" He pressed his body against mine and I sighed, I was so turned on that I wasn't even able to form a single sentence.
His fingers move to the zipper of my dress.
"I've been picturing you naked the moment I saw you entering the club" His lips are now on my neck. The dress slips off and I can feel him step back to take a look at me.
His palm meets my ass again and the stinging is for a few seconds but I let out a little whimper.
"Lewis" I whisper, moving unconsciously to undress him, taking his clothes slowly, I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, I kiss his thighs, feeling absolutely drawn to them. "I need you" I take the final piece of clothing covering him, his boxers.
I position myself aligning his cock with my entrance, making circles on his tip, but he's so desperate he sinks me into his whole length.
"L-lewis" I murmured and he chuckled.
"Are you going to be good today?" he grips my ass, setting the rhythm, slow, teasing me.
"For you? Always" I bite his shoulder, and a whine escapes my throat, needing him to be more aggressive than this softer side of him today.
"You want me to fuck you?" he whispers, his tone low and provocative.
I whine in a positive tone.
"I don't want to fuck you today..." He says and my lips find the way to his neck.
"Please?" I try to pick the pace myself, but he keeps me in place, setting the charge of the situation.
"I want to make love to you" his lips against mine are addictive, almost making me forget about how much I needed him to pick up the pace or do something else.
He switches positions and rests my back on the bed, his body hovering over mine.
"Are you going to take me well today?" he moves his hips against mine slowly, his lips going down to pay attention to my breasts, cupping one while his mouth is busy playing with the other, sucking and licking so good had to move away to not finish right here right now.
"Y-yes" I arched my back and I heard him smirk.
"Eager for me to fill you?" his filthy tone is enough to take another whine from me.
My eyes go wide at the phrase.
"What?" I'm surprised to hear him say that.
"Do not play innocent with me" his moves are harder, driving me insane. "We can't be friends" his thrusts are precise and hard, and my eyes are shut closed, wanting to make the moment last. "We can't" he thrust "Not when I want to fill you up with babies" he smirked "How does that sound?" He holds my chin up, "Open your eyes and look at me"
"I'm close" I whisper and hold his hand. "I'm gonna cum"
I open my eyes the second I feel his hands on my shoulders. "Want to have my babies?" He says and that was the final straw. My body shakes. "Hold done a bit more, I'm almost there," He says doing the final thrusts.
I feel his hot cum inside of me as he moves a few times more, both of us getting down from our highs.
"I want you to have my babies" He whispers, knowing this was a desire that he had not only in the heat of the moment. "I'm being for real"
I nod, not actually knowing what to do or what to say.
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Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader!
Being a babysitter was one thing, but taking care of the three-time Formula One champion, single father, daughter was another level. Even if it seemed like the little girl would be a little brat who had everything she wanted as soon as she wanted, I could tell Max tried to keep her humble and in the shadows, and of course, he would try his best for Jos, his dad to not interfered.
I was standing in his bedroom doorway since he called me. I could tell he was tired, he spent a whole day dealing with Daisy's tantrums and her bratty responses. Normally she would be like this just with him so she can get what she wants, but today it didn't work and I was there to calm Daisy down and make her breath.
"You did good today," I say, moving my eyes along his back, he was fixing his bed to sleep. "She was a bit irritable today; her teeth are growing, which really makes her mood swing."
"Still, she can't be this bratty" he states. I nod.
"Yeah, I know, but overall, you really did good with dealing with her tantrums" I look at his face now, he's facing me but the distance between us can hide the heat my body is feeling under his gaze.
"You think?" I can feel the uncertainty in his voice.
"Yeah, you almost didn't need me, you did an amazing job" I smile wide, trying to prove my point with the grin.
"Thank you, i feel terrible though, i know I'm not as around as she wants me to be and it kills me" I can tell there's sincerity in his voice and I move closer, without actually thinking about it.
"Don't beat yourself so much, I think you do your best between racing and taking care of Daisy" I say, my voice gentle but firm, reassuring.
He let out a soft scoff and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm barely keeping it together" he sits on the edge of the bed and I sit beside him.
My hand reaches his thigh. "You are actually keeping it together, a mean, a five-year-old and three world championships in a row are impressive" I chuckle softly, and I sense how his shoulders relax at the admiration in my voice.
His gaze is on me, his eyes piercing into mine, looking for a sign of me not being sincere, but he finds none, he smiles, almost shyly.
"Do you how proud I am of you?" I whisper, my hand leaving caresses on his thigh. "Every time I see you with her, every time you make time for her despite your insane schedule, It makes me admire you."
Max's breath grows uneven, from my words and the light touches on his thigh. He moves slightly, to see me and we are almost face to face.
"You work harder than anyone I know" I grow bolder and move my hand a little higher, reaching the hem of his shorts. "You don't give yourself enough credit" I lean my face a bit closer to his now redder one.
"I don't know what to say" he whispers and our lips almost brush. He moves a strand of hair out of my face.
"You are an incredible dad, well, everything about you is incredible" I mutter, my eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips I was almost drooling to prove them.
"I don't know what to say" he groans again and I can sense he wants this as much as I do. "I'm not used to this" he chuckles softly and I smile.
"I can fix that" My hand moves to cup his cheek."If you let me, of course"
He nods a little too quick and the shyness overpowers him, his arousal and the red of his face growing equally.
"Yes.... please" he whispers and my lips are attached to his the moment the plead leaves his mouth. "Let me shower how much do you deserve this" I whisper against his lips once we move to breathe.
Max lets out a soft groan, a mixture of both relief and desire. He wasn't used to all the praising, but either for not being the one in control.
He always had control, he was always the one pushing for more. But right here right now, he was willing to give that power, to let me take over that power and soak him in praises, all those praises he never heard from anyone else.
My lips traced away all over his face, leaving no space for doubt to hit him, his usual composed demeanor slipping away as the soft kisses trailed down his neck, every touch, every whispered word of praise seemed to make him more willing to give the power away.
"You are so good, so pretty" i suck a bit on his neck, leaving a small mark.
He gasps and I smile. "You like that huh?" I feel his hands moving to my hips to sit me on his lap. "Hearing how good of a boy you are" I whisper in his ear and leave a kiss behind it. "You don't even know the number of unholy thoughts I have about you Max" My hips grind almost unconsciously against his.
"I h-have too" he admits, never I thought I would see him so nervous.
"you do?" I grind harder and he groans "A good boy with unholy thoughts, dangerous" I smirk and I feel him shiver.
I stand up to close the door and lock it. Once I'm back in front of him I move my hand to the hem of his t-shirt.
"You're so perfect, so pretty, so good" My fingers brush against his skin as I remove the piece of clothing. "Perfect for me"
"I- i'm not" he whispers, i almost didn't hear it.
"You are, and tonight I'm going to show you how worth it and pretty you are" I move my hand along his jawline and tilt his chin to make his eyes look into mine. "You're going to be a good boy and let me show it to you?" he nods, but I can tell he's struggling to let go of the feeling of needing to be the one in charge. "You don't have to have the power all the time and most importantly, you don't have to be in charge right now" I leave a gentle caress on his cheek.
He opens his mouth, like he is about to say something but closes it.
"Good boy" I whisper to stand up, getting rid of his shorts, I kneel down, leaving kisses on his thighs, his well-worked but not-so-marked body would make me wet with just the sight of it. "Such a good boy Maxie" I kiss all over his big thigh, I stand up again and start undressing, my summer-long dress falling to the floor, and taking my underwear off under his following gaze.
"Fuck" he mutters and i smile confidentially.
I remove his boxers, slowly, wanting to take my time with him.
"Please" he whimpers and I smirk. "I need you" he squirms and I take them off completely.
"Eager are we?" I take the silver pack in my hands and ripped it open to put the condom on his cock and I can feel the way it twitches with my touch.
He gets his back against the headboard and I straddle him again, holding his cock in my entrance, doing a circular motion.
"I'm going to reward you today, for being so good" I let a kiss on his forehead and he smiled.
"Am i a good boy?" he whispers along with a sigh.
"The good boy i always knew you were" i stop teasing him and sit down, his length completely inside. "I want to hear you today max"
"H--how?" he says and holds my hips, i was still, trying to adjust to his big cock.
"I want to hear how you sound. stop biting your lip" I pass my finger to undo the bite. starting to move slowly. "good" I smile and lower my face to kiss him as I start to pick up the pace slightly. "You look so good under me" I whisper against his lips.
"You don't know how much i-" he cuts himself as I pick the pace again. He takes a sharp inhale.
"Tell me, babe, I want to know" My lips brushed his cheek. "I want to know what you're feeling".
"I need you to keep talking to me like that" It's hard for him to say the words in between the moans.
"You need to hear how good you are?" I smirk and he nods.
"Please," he whispered, the word barely audible. "I can’t… fuck, I can’t take it," he groaned.
"Yes, you can" i hold his shoulders while my moves turn a bit harder. "Be a good boy for me and release".
He is trying to hold it back and make the moment last, but I know he knows better.
"You're doing so well" i whisper "You don't have to hold back for me, Max. Just let go, I want to see you come undone under me, make a mess". I say but it's more like an order for him.
A deep groan escaped him, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his composure. But the combination of your words, the touch, and the intimacy of the moment was too much for him to handle. His control was already lost and for once, he wasn't fighting it. He was letting himself be vulnerable under me.
"I can’t" His voice was desperate now, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "I’m-"
"Let go, i want to see you let go for me"
And with one final move, I felt his body tense, his head falling back against the bed as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He came undone completely. His hands gripped me tightly as he released everything he'd been holding in.
My body shudders and i let out a final moan.
He stares at me a few seconds before i see his lips curve into a smile.
"You did so good" i whisper, my hips still, i was tired, my chest resting against his, my head in the crock of his neck.
"I've never let anyone do that" he whispers"
"Get used" i smirk "i'll never get tired of taking care of you"
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MDNI, it contains sexual themes.
After Charles ruined all my chances of having fun at the party, I was in the backyard, talking with a guy hoping Charles wouldn't ruin this one too.
Ethan, the guy goes inside to get us something to drink while I wait for him, enjoying the clean night sky.
"You know you could do much better than him, right?"
I ignored him, hoping he would get bored and leave me alone.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He comes closer to me, and I sigh.
"I'm just having fun" I turn to look at him. "I think I can do this one" I joke, knowing he would get pissed.
"The hell? you can't. You're not doing anyone except me." he chuckles but I know at this point I'm just getting under his skin.
"Yeah, I don't do idiots" I smirk. His face is slightly red and I can tell he's starting to be desperate.
"Just shut that mouth before I make you"
I move and start walking, making my way to the kitchen.
"You don't get it, don't you? You're mine!" He states and I laugh. He really lost his mind.
I keep walking, ignoring him all the time. Until my back is against the wall of the corridor.
"I said, you're mine." His face is just inches away from mine.
"I hate you"
"Why are you so stubborn?" I can tell his patience is running thin.
"I'm just being myself" I feel his hands grip my hips.
"You've been letting that boy touch you, even kiss you, why don't you just give up being like this?" he groans.
"I'm single, you just have to face that you're not the one I want, that's all."
He leans even closer, his lips now just barely brushing against mine.
"Let me go, Charles"
He smirks. "You're not going anywhere, and you're not letting anyone else touch you tonight except me".
I switch positions, making his back hit the opposite wall of the corridor, and kiss him aggressively with sight madness.
"I hate you" I mutter in between kisses.
The kiss keeps that hateful demeanor for a few minutes until we both need to pull away for air.
"You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone."
I can see the frustration and desire on his face while I walk away heading out of the party.
As the night went by, I couldn't shake the feeling of his lips against mine and how desperate he was, even though I hated him more than anyone else, I knew I needed to do anything with this. So I got in the car and drove to his place. I knocked on his door, waiting patiently so he would open the door for me. And once he does I freeze. After ignoring him all night, could you tell me what I was supposed to do here?
"What are you doin-"
I cut him up kissing him with the same aggressive demeanor I used today at the party, it didn't matter how turned on he could get me I still could feel the fire of hate inside of me.
"I fucking hate you" Our lips are so close that when I speak, they brush.
"Doesn't seem like you do" He smirks and i grab a hold of his shirt.
"I'll show you how much I hate you then" I step inside and close the door.
I could tell how confused he was so I pressed my lips against his again. My hands start to unbutton the bottoms on his shirt, my fingers sightly brushing the now uncovered skin of his chest and abdomen. I break the kiss to see down where my hands are moving now. I can hear his ragged breaths and I smirk.
"What's... that smirk for," he says, he's struggling to keep his breathing steady.
"For how pathetic you're being, acting like this is your first time being touched by a woman" I get rid of his shirt and as I slide it down from his arms I pay attention to the way his muscles are flexed. "Relax, I won't bite you" I look at him, and he's looking at me. "Yet"
Once his shirt is off I admire how his body is built. Fit and the muscles slightly marked. He's silent and probably questioning his existence.
I press my lips against his neck, leaving kisses and some marks. "You said I was yours today" I whisper in his ear. "I think you got it really wrong, "You are mine. The other way around" I smirk again and he shivers.
"I thought you hated me" he whispers, his breath now more even.
"I do" My hands fly to the waistband of his jeans."Where's the bedroom?" I say, still whispering in his ear.
He guides me to the bedroom and I take a look around, the room is decorated so like him, with cars posters, and a red wine palette of colors.
“This where you touch yourself thinking of me?” I pushed him onto the bed, watching his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Pathetic.”
I dropped to my knees, undoing his jeans and sliding them off. He gasped when I freed him, his body betraying him. He needed me. But I already knew it from the beginning.
i tossed him a condom. “Put it on.”
His hands trembled as he reached for the packet, but he hesitated. “Leave the bra on,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I’ll take it off.”
I rolled my eyes but nodded. Sliding my underwear down, I caught him staring at my body, his eyes hungry. “Enjoying yourself?” I teased.
He was breathless. “I need you.”
Without warning, he grabbed me, tossing me onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. His hand struck my cheek, sharp and unexpected.
“Again,” I whispered, surprising myself with how much I craved the sting on my face again.
“You want me to slap you again?” He grinned, as his cock pressed against me.
“Yes.” The word left my lips in a breathless plea.
He slapped me once more, and in the same moment, thrust into me. I gasped, overwhelmed by the twin sensations of pain and pleasure.
His pace was relentless, hips slamming into mine as the room filled with the sound of skin on skin, moans, and growls of dominance. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Taking me, making all these noises for me. Didn’t you hate me?”
“F-fuck you,” I managed to gasp, though my body was betraying me with every thrust.
“You’re so pathetic,” he grunted, moving harder, both of us nearing the edge. My nails dug into his back, desperate for something to hold onto as my insides were burning in pleasure.
He groaned as he felt me tighten around him, and I fell over the edge, my mind blank, my body convulsing in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he muttered, watching me come undone. “Look at you, falling apart on my cock.”
He collapsed beside me, his breath ragged and uneven.
“To be so bitchy, you’re pretty damn good at this,” he panted.
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