“I had to make it out alive; you hadn’t told me you loved me yet. If I had known it would take a crash,I would have done it sooner.” She looks at me with disbelief before shaking her head with a slight smile on her lips.
“Yeah, we couldn’t have that, could we?”
We finish our meal and clean up the kitchen. Just as Jessica straightens up from the dishwasher, I sneak up behind her. Then I lean down and whisper in her ear.
“What surface should I fuck you on first, baby girl?” Her breath catches in her throat as I drag my teeth down the side of her neck.
“Kitchen table,” She whispers, causing me to stop my movements.
“Why that specific table, Jessica?” I trace my fingers across her stomach and boobs, making her lean more weight into me. I tease her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, smiling when I feel the puckered buds.
“Because that’s all I’ve been imagining the whole dinner.”
Great minds think alike.
I roughly turn her around and kiss her before I lift her up, carrying her over to the table. Then I lay her down and quickly take off her top and pants.
She’s wearing another one of her matching lace sets, this one in hot pink. I lean back, bringing one of my hands to my mouth.
“Jessica, you look stunning.” I lick my lips before I lean down, kissingevery part of her that my mouth will reach.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, hotshot.” Her eyes are glazed, and she’s tearing at my shirt, helping me out of it.
Then, I’m standing before her bare-chested with my race suit hanging down from my waist.
Now, it’s her turn to ogle me. Jessica is always looking at me like I’m her every wet dream, but the look she’s giving me right now is something else.
She stands up from the table, and before I have the chance to react, she’s down on her knees, working my cock out of my race suit.
“Fuck Luke, I need to taste you.” I grab her hair, relishing in the feeling of her lips around my cock. She starts sucking with a determination that quickly has me cursing and groaning, making me feel fucking fantastic.
The sight of her in her underwear, working me in and out of her mouth whilst she looks at me with the most sinful expression, almost sends me over the edge, but I pull back before I take a hold of her, spawning her across the table again. When her underwear is off, I plunge two fingers into her, finding her dripping wet for me.
“Christ, baby girl. Sucking my cock gets you this wet?” I start fingering her at the same time as I draw circles on her clit, making hermoan and thrash under me.
“Answer me, Jessica, what made you this wet?” I lean down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth as I continue driving my fingers into her.
“You, Luke, you made me this wet.” I bite down on her nipple, making her cry out, and her walls clamping down on my fingers.
“That’s fucking right, baby girl. Now, let go.” I continue driving my fingers deep into her, circling her clit at the same time, and I pinch one of her nipples, which sends her over the edge. She cries out my name, and I reach for my cock before positioning myself at her opening.
“Hold on, baby girl.” I drive into her with a hard thrust, making the table move slightly. Jessica is tearing at my arms, climbing my body, meeting my every thrust.
Over and over, I push into her, driving us closer to the edge. Jessica kisses me, grabs my ass, and drags me as close as possible. Her nails are sinking into my skin, hopefully leaving her mark all over me, just as I’m marking her from the inside out.
“Luke, please.” When she starts begging, I know she’s close.
“Come on, Jessica, be a good girl and come all over mycock.” That does the trick, sending Jessica over the edge, with me following close after.
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The next day, when we arrive in the paddock, several heads turn our way, noticing us hand in hand.
“The golden boy of Formula 1 is taken” is quickly becoming a major story on multiple media platforms. I haven’t had any serious, public relationships since my big break in F1; therefore, this is fuelling the gossip columns.
It’s become quite clear that many people were onto us, as several people around me just said, “Finally,” when they saw us together.
Even Andrea seems relieved to see us out in public, which probably makes her job more hectic, but at least she no longer has to go around and pay off photographers.
