The rhythm becomes deeper and deeper as time passes. Her moaning fills the room as the bed moves back and forth slowly. I love being buried in her. The first time this happened, it wasn’t planned; that’s what made it hotter. As time went on, I couldn’t help but find her attractive all the same. My fantasies would run wild with thoughts of fucking her in a bed or even on top of an F1 car. To be fair, it was always one of my goals, but she’s an F1 driver, and that made me even hornier. It happened to come to fruition, and now I can say that I fucked this girl on top of my life’s work.
But the months of wanting to have sex with her is in the past as my cock slides in and out of her. This is way better than my dreams.
She clenches and I groan out. Fuck. This is way too good.
“Do you love clenching around my cock, little girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers out. Her face tells me she’s close, so I pick up the speed. The echo of our skin slapping together sounds like Beethoven playing Piano Sonata No.14.
We work swiftly in one note as our bodies collide in song, and she comes all around me. She grabs a pillow from behind her, muffling her screams.
I rip the pillow out of her hand and keep going until I come undone. I groan one last time forcefully, letting my cum drip inside and outside her cunt. As always, it looks fucking delectable, almost as much as her.
I drop down beside her, and our heavy breaths start to die down.
“You will never do that again,” I say menacingly. She looks over at me, disappointed. “What do you mean?” she mutters out, still breathing heavily. “I don’t ever want to see you muffle your screams; I love hearing your ecstasy.” She smiles.
“You like screamers, do you?”
“Not really, but I like to hear them when they come out of your mouth.” I drag my finger across her lips.
“Well, you’re going to be hearing more of them. You still owe me one more orgasm after what you made me do earlier.” I laugh out loud, she turns to look at me horrified and jumps up, leaving an array of pillows falling behind her.
“Oh my God. Did you just laugh?” She looks at me in bewilderment.
“It’s a normal human reaction to something humorous.”
“You’re also smiling. To the person who put me in this simulation, you can take me out now, I know your plans,” she screams at the ceiling, and I smile up at her.
“How is this shocking to you?”
“I swear to God if you smile at me again, I will literally think I’m inThe Truman show.”
“Sorry, baby, but I’m all real.”
“Way to ruin the mood with your arrogance.” She throws a pillow at my face. “You were doing so well,” she grunts.
“I would think me being real is something that you would appreciate.” I push her down and place my arms at her sides so that I’m hovering over her. I start kissing down her body as she submits to my touch.
“What is this?” I see her looking down at me with a serious face, wanting me to clarify the situation we’re in. Well, we just did some filthy things to each other in a hotel room in Rome. The bed is a mess, and there are pillows on the ground at our side.
“Whatever we want it to be.” Then I kiss her, making sure that this feeling never ends.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Maria Alejandra
“Well, that’s a wrap for today’s race! The next time you’ll see us is at the Mexican Grand Prix.” I hear in my headphones as I set my phone down on the table in front of me. I’m in my apartment in Mexico City. Everyone has two weeks off from racing again. But this time, I was able to come home to my sweet little Mexican apartment. Sometimes, I forget how much I love it here, in my own space. Because I travel, almost always due to my job, I forget about every little detail I put into my home.
Home.
That’s such a warm word, and sometimes I don’t feel like I have one until I come back. For most of my life, I was stuck in a house that I thought I loved, when in reality, it’s the place where all my trauma stems from. I haven’t been back in years. I only see my family in another atmosphere because I don’t want the resentment I hold towards my father to come up out of nowhere.
The mere thought of going back makes me hyperventilate.
After what happened in Rome, Luca and I are on good terms. We’ve pretty much fucked in every space possible, inside the paddock and our hotel rooms. It’s pointless now to be in separate hotel rooms; I either stay in his or he stays in mine.
We talk a ton, which is weird because just a few weeks ago, I hated his delectable ass. He laughs more and smiles occasionally, but he’s still the same asshole I used to hate. The only difference now is that I get to fuck him on the side while he tells me his likes and dislikes, which he has a lot of. When we’re in public, there are occasional glances, but he keeps a straight face. We still argue almost all the time, but that’s okay. I know we both like it just as much as we like to have casual sex.