Small nips at my clit send jolts up my legs, and while fucking his face, I hold on to his head for dear life, afraid I’ll collapse on my back soon with the way my orgasm is building.
Higher and higher, the passion exploding, the warm sensation I crave and chase getting stronger. He moans against me, the rumbling noise sending me over the edge. An orgasm like I’ve never had before rushes through me, and I cry out, a little too loudly but unable to control it.
It’s like he awoke some type ofanimalinside me, raw carnal pleasure exploding out of me. I want him to fuck me as much as I want to claw his eyes out.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s on his feet, wiping the glistening arousal from his chin with the back of his hand.Fucking hot.
He grins and leans down to kiss me. My salty, sweet taste on his lips turns me on more, and I lick my lips when he pulls away. With oneswift, quickmotion, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, knocking the items on my desk to the floor. I hear a foil wrapper rip open, and my pussy clenches in anticipation for what’s coming next.Remind me to ask where he keeps a condom in a race suit. Do all drivers do that?
In less than a second, Luca slides inside, gentle at first, easing his large thickness inside and letting me open to him. But he picks up speed quickly and slams into me over and over. He slaps my ass cheek, and the sting feels good mixed with the pleasure from his thrusts.
So many senses invoked, the taste of myself on my lips, the feel of his thrust, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the sound of skin slapping and smacking cheeks—it’s so much pleasure from all directions, I can’t evenbegin tocomprehend it.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
His hands spread my ass wide, and I feel one of his fingers slide inside my asshole, moving in and out at the same time as his thrusts.
Ohmy fucking God…
It’s too much.
Too fucking much.
I’m drowning, drowning in the pleasure as we both fall apart together, collapsing into a sweaty heap of entangled limbs.
9
Luca
“Luca!You ready for the big day?” Jim claps me on the back. He asks me this same questioneveryrace.
I force my best smile. “Sure am,” I lie. But honestly, no, I’m not.
Sleep played games with me all night, and when I finally drifted off, it felt like my alarm blared its high pitch screeching a minute later.
I forgot my protein shake at home and dropped a weight on my foot, my big toe now making its presence known with throbbing pain.
Arriving at the track early since I cut my workout short, I hoped to get some practice laps in and turn the day around. When I saw the logo waiting for me, it only pissed meoff, resulting ina bad attitudewhile trying to practice.
Why can’t she just fucking leave my head?
I can’t stand the woman. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I feel like I’m losing my mind. Like it’s spinning out of control with nothing but thoughts abouther,and I can’tfuckingtake it anymore.
She’s fucking up my focus, and I can’t have that.
I focus on Jim as he speaks, “Good, I’ve heard good things from the team. Keep up the excellent work.” Jim claps my back once more before walking away.
He’s heard good things?
I shrug. Well, there’s at least one positive thing about today.
I look over the car once more before gearing up. I slide behind thewheel, but flashes of last night keep interrupting my every thought.
Her fucking my face like a wild animal.
Her taking my dick from behind, loving every thrust I drilled into her, making me feel like I was on top of the world.