“I’m not on birth control,” I pant, grinding myself on his fingers. I’m shameless. This is what happens when the hot F1 driver, who is ten years younger than you shows you what it can really be like. “Never had to be,” I find myself explaining.
“I don’t care.” He shakes his head, his jaw wound tight. His lips lower to mine, kissing me. “I can’t wait to fill you full of cum.”
I gasp, lifting my head to kiss him back, letting my tongue glide against his, his fingers back thrusting into me.
“Do it, I can’t, I need more, I need you,” I beg.
His slow smirk presses against my lips. Fingers slip from me, and he nestles between my legs, his hand back on my thigh, the other curled around his cock.
“Just the tip,” he pants, his cheeks hollow as he lines himself up at my entrance.
I suck in a breath as he edges forward.
“Just.” I moan. “The.” Breathless. “Tip.” I gasp as he rolls his hips slightly, the head of his cock stretching my pussy.
“Fuck.” His head is tilted back, his fingers digging into my skin almost bruising me.
“Oh God.” My eyes are glued between our bodies. His hands look huge curled into my skin, his cock just inside of me as he softly pumps his hips forward.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, Athena, my God,” he groans, letting himself slide a little deeper and I tighten around him.
“Just the tip,” I moan, eyes rolling.
“Fuck.” He slides out, edging into me again. “I can’t. Fuck, babe, I’m going explode.” His words are lazy, slow, drawn out as he pushes forward again, slipping the head of him inside of me.
He clenches his jaw before releasing my hip and grabbing one of the vibrators. My eyes widen but he doesn’t give me a chance to protest, it’s on my clit and I feel my pussy throb, tightening around him.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he whispers, “take it.”
I curl my fingers around the vibrator, taking it from him and I slowly move it in circles, my other hand gripping the bedsheets as I watch our bodies.
Hand back on my hip, he pulls out, inhaling heavily. His breath is shaky as he guides his cock back into me, and I can see the restraint on his face. Slow, shallow pumps just inside my pussy has him moaning, his head falling forward as he watches.
“Shit.” He sucks in breath through his teeth, my moans growing louder.
“I’m going to come, Royce,” I whimper, my head falling back, his cock still inside of me.
“Yes, come all over my cock.” His grip tightens, pinching my skin, the head of him pulsing in and out.
And I do. I lose myself, coming hard and fast and as soon as I am done, he slides out of me. Snatching the vibrator, he tosses it onto the bed still on as he slides his cock through my pussy before spurting his hot cum all over my clit.
Chapter Twenty-One
Royce
MONACO
“Royce Lexington dominatesthe sprint race in Shanghai, then he takes P2 on race day!”
“Royce Lexington crosses the line in P3 in Suzuka!”
“He does it again, Royce Lexington on the podium in Bahrain!”
“Triple header, P3 in Jeddah for Royce. Saint Onyx are going to be celebrating tonight.”
“Oh my God, P2 for Royce Lexington in Miami, he is on fire. If he keeps this up, that World Drivers’ Championship may be his!”
“Will his luck run out as we approach Monaco? I hope not, impeccable driving from Royce as he finished P2 in Emilia-Romagna. I’m excited to see where this goes.”
