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sparrowofrhiannon · 3 months

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SPELL ON YOU, I

WARNINGS: soft jake! x femme reader (no mention of gender.) rough kissing, f receiving oral, m receiving oral, mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT GUYS!!), face fucking, edging, orgasm denial, slight cockwarming (if you squint??), choking, Jake’s old blue jeans

“I put a spell on you, cause you’re mine.”

The whole rest of the night started with his hands on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, ragged breaths and shallow breathing being the only noise in the room other than the occasional creak of the mattress. You didn’t really remember how this happened, drunk on a few too many glasses of wine that was way too expensive for you to even guess the price of.

“What’re ya lookin’ at?” he tilts his head, chestnut hair cascading down his perfectly sculpted face, he slurs slightly, tipsy as ever. “Look at me, c’mon now.” he grabs your chin, turning it to him, his lips pursed.

Your eyes hit his in the dark of the bedroom, the party downstairs still roaring on. His chocolatey brown eyes looking almost black in the mooonlight, you shift your eyes down, and his grip goes from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes in warning, puffing out a breath of air. “I said look at me.” he practically whines.

You chuckle at his neediness, never meeting a man in one night who whines to get his way. It’s cute, soft, you think to yourself. “Please?” he begs sweetly, his hands traveling down your thighs, he huffs again, frustrated at the feeling of fabric. “Please, please?”

“Fuck! Fine, you’re whiny,” you spit out, immediately feeling bad as he pulls away slightly, his gaze lowering. “No, no, no.” you cup his cheeks, pulling him in to kiss him sweetly. He parts his mouth, opening it kindly as you lick into it. He groans slightly, his hand going down to palm himself through his shitty blue jeans you’ve seen at every party, doesn’t he even have another pair? You shake that thought out of your head as he lifts your shirt up, his hands squeezing at your sides.

He breaks the kiss, picking you up lazily and dropping you onto the bed, you chuckle slightly, wincing at his roughness. He winks stupidly, making you roll your eyes as he slots his knee in between your thighs, returning his lips to yours. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling his chest to yours, the chains around his neck cooling your burning skin.

He lifts himself up, sitting on his knees. “You want them off?” he gestures to his necklaces and you shake your head, chuckling.

“No, your shirt- can you take that off?” you ask him quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed asking as his eyes burn into yours.

“Only if I can take off your pants,” he winks, smirking just enough for you to notice.

You nod your head, lifting your hips, he takes his time, humming an old blues tune while he unclasps every button, zipping down the zipper. His thumbs dip under your underwear, rubbing circles into your smooth skin. “Soft.” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss just below your stomach.

You reach your hand down to his hair, twisting at his strands. You blush at his comment, turning your head away. But, just as it started, his touch stops. “Pretty baby, I said look at me.” he says more sternly than the last time. “I don’t wanna beg, jus’ need ya to look at me.”

You oblige, looking at him as he pulls your jeans down, throwing them to the side of the room, licking his lips as he looks at you. “God, ‘m so lucky.” he hums. “Can I give ‘er a kiss? Just a tiny one?” he asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes. His hand reaches to palm you, clothed just enough for him to feel frustrated.

When you stay still, he rubs his hand up your sides. “‘S okay, pretty thing. Just wanna kiss her hello.” he says, a sly grin forming on his face, your eyes go to the ever growing dimple on his face, sighing.

“Need a yes.” he tuts as you buck your hips up.

“Yes- please do.” you whine, wiggling your hips, inching them closer to his pretty lips.

He chuckles at this, pulling the rubber band at his middle finger, wrapping his hair into a low bun as he looks again for confirmation. His lips part ever so slightly as he presses a kiss to your clothed clit, humming softly. “So pretty.”

He pauses, tilting his head up. “More?” he tilts his head like a lost puppy, if he had a tail it’d be wagging. You nod, grabbing his low bun and pushing him closer. He takes the hint and licks you through your underwear, your body jolting up as the tip of his tongue catches your clit. He chuckles again, hands places firmly on the insides of your thighs, thumbs burning circles into your skin.

“Like honey.” he comments. “Can I take them off? Please?” he looks back up at you, bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, please.” you sigh breathily, nodding your head frantically.

He hooks his index finger under the hem, pulling them down while kissing down your thigh, once they’re fully off he folds them and shoves them into his back pocket, smirking. You know you’ll never get those back. His thumb reaches up back to the inside of your thigh, firmly gripping to keep you parted. “Fingers too? Just my tongue?”

“Anything- fuck- anything please.” you whine, hands balling at the sheets below you, knuckles white.

“Mhmm.” he hums, darting his tongue back and taking a slow, drawn out lick from the bottom of your pussy to the top of your clit, he breaks away, licking his lips to savor the taste. “Fuck, have you ever tasted yourself?” he asks curiously.

You shake your head at his question, in response he runs the tips of his ring and middle finger through your folds, standing up and brining them to your mouth. “C’mon, taste it.” he taunts, you shakily wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, humming at the salty-sweet taste.

“So good for me.” he hums, his thumb going down to rub at your cheek. He pecks your temple, descending down again.

His thumb finds your clit and rubs tight circles, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips, you snap your mouth shut and he stops. “Wanna hear you.” he says, licking into your entrance.

You buck your hips, rocking them, but he puts a stop to that, grip firm on your thighs. You whine slightly, his tongue fucking into you as his thumb rubs at your clit. He groans softly, adding to the sensation as his tongue vibrates inside you, your dominant hand moves from the sheets to his hair, pulling at his bun, accidentally undoing his rubber band. He doesn’t mind, too focused on you to even focus on his hair that’s starting to cling to his neck. You push him closer, he chuckles into you, making you yelp and buck your hips up.

He releases you, thumb still circling your clit as he licks his lips as clean as he can, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth and playing with your tongue. “Sound so pretty.” he mutters between kisses, making you blush.

“Baby,” you sigh, pulling his face closer, arms around his neck. “What about you?” you ask him, his lips still kissing you, muffling your words.

“I like it,” he chuckles, nipping and sucking at your throat, his tongue licking and soothing the wounds. “Fuck- you’re perfect, just perfect.” he purrs, his non dominant hand running up your stomach. You fight the urge to sit up and shove his face back down, the burning between your legs not soothed but teased by the slow circles around your clit.

“Please- please- just fucking-“ you rock your hips, frustrated at his slow, yet painful circles around your growing need.

“Shhh, baby, calm down- I’ll take care of ya, promise.” he hums, nipping at your collarbone with a cheeky grin, his thumb moving even slower.

“No, no, no, no!” you kick your feet, spreading your legs farther, hands balling into fists before banging against the mattress.

He grows frustrated at your small tantrum, pulling his hand away to wrap around your throat, squeezing tighter. “Fuckin’ brat.” he spits. “You’re gonna take what I’m givin’ you, and like it.” he demands, eyes boring into yours. You have the nerve to roll your eyes at him, making him groan and squeeze your throat again.

“Nuh-uh, honey.” he tuts. “You’re not five, I’m not gonna give you what you want if you throw a fuckin’ fit, baby. Gonna shut you up with my cock if you’re unhappy with what I’m givin’ you.”

Your eyes widen, not being used to being refused in this way, you open your mouth to speak but he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, resting them on top of your tongue. “Mh, no.” he hums, smiling devilishly.

“Please?” you beg, almost choking on his fingers as he shoves them further down your throat, gagging.

“Fine.” he sighs, pulling his fingers out of you, you sigh with relief. “I’ll give ya what you want, mkay?” you nod your head immediately, feeling slightly embarrassed at your desperate nature. But, you’ll do something, anything, for him to place his hands back where they were.

He pecks your lips, settling himself on his knees, he teases a finger inside, curling it. You gasp, arching your body off the bed, he lays his arm around your stomach in response, pinning you down. You grab at something, anything, your hands yet again going to his hair. He groans as you tug at his strands, sticking his tongue out to lick you.

He pulls away yet again, you wince. “C’mon, fuck yourself on my tongue, you gotta work for it.” he says, and you can tell he’s smiling, he fucking enjoys this.

You groan. “Please, just-“ you plead, pushing himself down, but, he doesn’t move, firm on his stance.

“You want it, you gotta pursue it.” he tuts, pulling his hand off your stomach, sticking his tongue back out. “Come on, ‘m waiting like a fuckin’ dog.”

You blush, cheeks rosy from arousal and embarrassment. You scoot yourself closer down the bed, your ass nearly hanging off, you pull his head down onto your pussy, freezing for a moment. His eyes dart to yours, checking to see if you’re okay. You nod, placing your other hand into his shoulder. You rut your lips on his tongue, he doesn’t even move it, making you more frustrated.

“Baby, please.” you pull his head back then push it forward, encouraging him to move his tongue. But, he doesn’t, and you rut your hips faster, feeling like a fucking dog. “Give me something, Anything.”

He relents, wiggling his face, his nose rubbing onto your clit. You moan in satisfaction, feeling the pit in your stomach bubble. “Yes, thankyou thankyou.” you rush out, your tone whiny.

He laughs, he fucking laughs at you. You whine, feeling yourself closer and closer. You tug at his hair, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling into your head. Right when you’re about to feel the band snap, your orgasm teetering on the ledge, he pulls himself away.

“No!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes. “No! Please! I wasn’t complaining- I was- I was-“

“Save the tears,” he sighs, rubbing the teardrops off of your cheekbones. “Whining like a dog, I’ll give you what you want.” he tuts. “But you’re gonna have to get it.”

You nod eagerly, raising yourself to your knees, you crawl to him, hands immediately fiddling with the button on his jeans. “Easy now.” he pets your head, craning his neck down to kiss the top of your head.

“Pretty baby, so so so pretty.” he coos, pulling the rest of his jeans down, stepping out of them and kicking the other side off.

Your eyes immediately beat down to his boxers, American Eagle navy blue boxers, his pretty pink tip resting just above the hem of his boxers. You lick your lips, eyes going to his. “Can I?” you ask him sweetly.

“Course, pretty, bet your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my cock? You want it?” he teases, his thumbs pulling the waistband down just enough for you to see an inch more.

You tug the rest of him down, his underwear resting on his thighs. Hands clammy with sweat, you wrap one around him, gasping at the girth. He chuckles, his hand going to the top of your head, rubbing circles with his thumb to encourage you.

“C’mon baby, I’m hurting here,” he groans, tugging at your hair.

You oblige, pressing a small peck onto his leaking tip, stroking him with your dominant hand, the other holding onto his thigh, anchoring yourself. You sink down onto him, remembering to breathe through your nose. He laid a soothing hand on your white knuckled left hand, rubbing it to let off pressure. You slowly relent, knowing that they’ll be crescent shaped indents left on his tan flesh. Deep and slow, you bobbed your head down onto his heavy flesh, in response he let out a deep, guttural sigh. “Just like that, ffuuuuuuck.” he pushes your head farther down, you gag, immediately he softens his grip.

“Mhm, mhm, yes, just like that.” he groans, throwing his head back, you can feel him twitch inside you, he gulps, pulling at the roots of your hair.

He pulls you off of him, your mouth making on obscene pop. “No more, I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, too pretty for that.” he slurs, lust drunk on you. He taps your cheek. “Up, up.”

He craws on top of you, spreading your legs while he works the rest of his half buttoned down black button up. Coins rattling while his fingers shakily work down his shirt. He pulls it off, letting it fall from his arms down to the floor. Then, he pulls your shirt off, pushing you down to kiss along your stomach, pecking up your stomach, he murmured sweet nothings.

“God you’re gorgeous.”

“You smell pretty.”

“So soft.”

“Sweet thing.”

He reaches your collarbones, sucking at the tender skin he already bit, darting his tongue out to lick the wounds and soothe them. “You ready?” he asks sweetly.

“Yes, fuck, please.” you nod eagerly, bucking your hips up, sighing when you don’t get any friction.

Placing his hands on your hips, he flips you over onto your stomach, tapping your thighs. “Look at that.” he grabs your chin, callused hand pointing you towards the vanity mirror on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart down, blushing stupidly. He shakes his head, “Look.” he demands, softly at first “Look!” he says again, sharper this time.

You raise your eyes up, his hands at your sides, rubbing up and down your body, feeling your stomach, squeezing your thighs. “Want you to watch, see what I’m doing to you.” he sighs, bending his body in half to rest his chest on your back, nipping the shell of your ear. You shudder, nodding your head in agreement.

He cranes your face closer to his, pecking the corner of your lips before meeting you on the middle, giving you a sweet yet sloppy kiss. “Gonna fuck you, how do you want it?” he slurs, eyes half lidded, a dopey smile playing at his lips.

“Just- give it to me.” you demand, whining.

He chuckles, kissing your shoulder. “M’kay, I’ll take it slow.” he coos. “Gonna be rough, ‘s that okay?”

“Mhm.” you hum, wiggling your hips. His hands knead the flesh of your hips, letting go of one hand, he places it between his legs, pushing himself into you.

He watches you shudder, holding himself as still as possible. He caresses one hand around your stomach, holding you in place, kissing all over your shoulder. Thumb rubbing under your bellybutton, he whispers, “Can I move?”

Nodding, you chuckle somewhat. “Yeah, thanks.” you blush, a small smile playing on your lips at his care.

He pulls your back to his chest, chains of his necklaces dangling and clinking with each other. He slowly pulls out almost all the way, making you wince, but he slowly slides himself back in. “You feel incredible.” he sighs, pecking at your temple, hand wrapped around your throat. “Jus’ look at you, fuckin’ goddess.” His thumb swipes just above your jawline, craning your face to the mirror. Your hair a mess, eyeliner smudged down your face, panting like a dog.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, taking him in, his lips parted, eyes half lidded, tan skin damp and shiny with sweat. He picks up his pace, hand wrapped tighter around your throat, left hand still soothing circles into your stomach. “C’mon, baby, tell me you’re pretty.” he whispers into your ear, lips grazing the shell.

When you don’t respond, he pounds into you more forcefully. “I said, tell me you’re pretty.” he groans, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder.

“I’m pretty.” you pant out, one hand going to the back of his thigh and the other over his hand on your stomach, trying to keep balance.

“Fuck, you’re so good, so sweet.” he hums, kissing along your shoulder, sucking and biting. “Play with you clit, ‘m so close, so sorry.” he whines, brows furrowed, sweat beading and falling from his forehead.

You chuckle at his apology, tilting your head to the side to catch his lips. He hums in delight, kissing you deeply, tongue melding with yours. Your hand reaches down and rubs feverish circles into your clit, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the edge, and you know the same is true for him with the way he’s twitching inside you, rhythm faltering.

you grab at the hair on the back of his head, pulling it, he groans gutturally, biting his lip to soothe the pain. “Fuck- fuckingshit.” he tries his best to continue his rhythm, wanting to get you there first.

You come undone, but he holds you still, guiding you through it, hands still firmly around you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Shit.” you sigh out, eyes rolling back in pure ecstacy.

You wince when he pulls out, his hand immediately going to finish himself off, spilling onto you back in ropes. Catching his breath, he kisses your shoulder, lifting himself off of you. “Gonna get a towel.” he explains, rushing over to the connected bathroom, the water running.

He returns with a black washcloth, wiping himself off you, handing you another clean cloth to wipe the sweat off your body as he uses the same wash cloth to clean off his dick, slowly softening.

“Thank you,” you flip over to look at him, wiping yourself off, shuddering at the sudden coldness of the room.

He pulls his pants and boxers back up, fastening the button. “You see my shirt?” he chuckles, looking around the room until you find it half tucked under the bed, throwing it his direction. “Thanks.” he smiles softly, pulling the sleeves over his arms.

He helps put your pants back on, then your shirt, kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back, you rest here.” he says softly.

“Wait.” you grip his wrist. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Jake.” Jake winks, walking out the bedroom door.

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thedirtygridd · 1 year

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THE “SHOEY” LED TO EVEN DIRTIER THINGS AFTER HIS RACE WIN…WITH DANIEL RICCIARDO AND YOURSELF

For all those who wanted me to post more about Danny Ric.

WARNINGS - 18+ strong sexual content

Summary: Your boyfriend of 6 months, Daniel Ricciardo, wins the race, and he lets you try one of his world famous shoeys as part of his winning ritual. This then turns into one of the dirtiest and best moment you have ever experienced with him.

Daniel Ricciardo is the winner of the Italian Grand Prix! Finally, he had done it. You stood below the podium watching him spray champagne all over his competitors, as he was covered in it himself. Now that Danny had won, you knew what that meant for you later…

You had been going out with him for 6 months now, and already your relationship was incredible. You travelled the world with him, celebrating when he did well, and when he did badly…well you had to make sure you cheered him up again, and that was mainly done in the bedroom.

Your sex life with Daniel was amazing, best you had experienced with any guy you had dated before. He was very superstitious, like a lot of racers, and so had his traditions when it came down to making love on formula one weekends.

You knew he’d go wild later, you had never experienced him win before…but you knew what he was like. A wild animal. You bit your lip in excitement at the thought, as you watched his sweaty face get covered in sweet champagne.

The podium celebrations finished and you went to wait in his private room at the back of the garage. You couldn’t wait to see him.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, The door finally opened and in came Ricciardo. He closed the door behind him, still with the trophy and almost empty champagne bottle in hand.

“Look who finally won a race” you joked

“Fucking finally, that was absolutely fucking crazy…” he responded in his thick Australian accent

He placed the trophy and bottle down and lifted you up by the legs as he brought you closer. He still had his racing suit on at this point, it was so sticky. He was quick to kiss you, his hands placed on your thighs as he suspended you in the air as he grabbed hold of you in excitement. His hands felt warm and wet, still covered in champagne you presumed. He continued to give you pecks on the lips while saying “I’ve missed this…formula one race winner. How does it feel to be going out with the most popular person in the world right now?” He said cheekily. He was always cheeky with his comments and you loved that about him. His smile was so contagious.

“I know…you’re the one!” You added while sliding your hands through his hair to behind his neck. You were surprised at how wet and slimy he was. “You’re so sweaty too…” you added

“Fuck yeah, I’m an athlete. The most popular athlete in the world right now like I said haha, and to be that good…you need to sweat”

“Well it’s a good job I like my athletes sweat then isn’t it?” You added flirtatiously. As you said this you noticed his wide smile, as you slid your hands through the slime on the back of his thick neck and brought your finger over to your mouth. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly inserted your wet finger into your own mouth. You sucked on it slowly. “Mhm, and my sweaty athlete tastes good too. I wonder if that’s because you’re so good at your job huh?”

Danny smiled again as you took the finger out your mouth and slid it into his. “What do you think?”

You felt pressure on your finger as he sucked on it, and you felt his tongue twitch at the same time. “You have a fucking tasty guy. That’s all I can say”

You both giggled. He then came even closer and started to kiss you again, this time more intimately, before placing you gently down on the small bed in the corner of the room.

The room was only tiny, and had a few of his helmets and racing boots in there. He moved over to the door and flicked the lock.

“Just us now. The whole Media is out there wondering when they can interview me, and I’m locked in some random room” he joked

“You look fucking sexy by the way, I kept thinking about you during the race. This dress…it’s one of my favourites, and you know I’m a sucker for girls who wear tights”

You knew he loved you wearing tights on your legs, they turned him on a lot.

“All for you. I knew you’d win, so needed to look good for you.”

“So kind” he added, while pulling his race suit off. As he got out of the suit, your eyes were completely fixed on him while he exposed more and more skin…you couldn’t help but stare.

He lowered the whole suit off himself, gently opening the trouser legs as he passed them over his racing boots, which he still had on.

You sat staring at his incredible body, no matter how many times you saw him topless (and it was a lot…you two were very sexually active, you’d fuck multiple times every week…) the view never, ever got old.

He stood in front of you, his chest exposed , his abs glistening in the light, his biceps all pumped up with his veins, and his tattoos all caught your eye at the same time. It was hard to take the whole sight of him in at once.

“What a man. What an athlete” you said jokingly while admiring him

He laughed while childishly posing while tending his biceps up and giving them a quick lick. “You’re a lucky girl, I even turn myself on…” he joked at again. He was a joker, and you loved it! He was always so cheeky, every moment he got.

It also made you laugh how he was standing there, with only boxer shorts on, and his racing boots still… “Danny…what’re you doing with your boots still on! Get em off!”

“Oh this is part of the ritual…you’ve never been with me after a race win now have you?” He smirked while slowly undoing his shoes. “This is the fun part. No cameras, nobody to comment on it. Just for us to enjoy”

As he slid his large feet out of his McLaren racing shoes, he moved the shoe up to his nose and gave it a quick sniff. He quickly pulled away while laughing “yeah these will do nicely”

He sat down next to you, and poured some champagne into his sweaty shoe

“Haha I know where this is going now…” you laughed

“Hmmm do you now?” He flirted while he poured your very own personal shoey.

It was a staple of Ricciardo. His world famous shoey, and as disgusting as it may sound, you had always wanted to say you have tried one, and this was turning into the day you finally would!

“You wanna know a secret?” He asked while lowering his voice slightly, as he poured some champagne into the shoe.

“Lando once tried my shoey on the podium…and after the race I noticed his girlfriend full on licking his face, literally a few minutes after he had drank from my shoe…he later came back to me and asked if he could take my shoes back to the hotel with him. His girlfriend at the time apparently had a big crush on me, which lando knew about. And so to surprise her, as they got intimate in their hotel room… he brought out my sweaty shoes …haha” he couldn’t help but start laughing as he said it, before he composed himself and continued. “And then they poured champagne out of my sweat stained shoe over each other as they you know…as they fucked” he quickly added “fastest orgasm she’s ever had apparently….but that’s a story for another time”

“Seriously??” You laughed as you couldn’t believe it! Part of you wished it was you in that situation. It sounded so dirty.

“Haha nah the last bits made up, but he did pour champagne over her using my shoes yes. And apparently she enjoyed it, and I can see why. It tastes good…and now your gonna find out yourself”

He had the shoe in one hand as he stood over you, he bent down while cupping your chin with his other fingers and gave you a wet kiss. Lots of tongue now, you knew he was getting excited…he slowly bit down on your lip as he pulled away from your face. As he let go, your lip pinged back into place making a “flop” noise.

He didn’t hesitate “get on your knees” he said bluntly.

And so you did. You went down onto your knees and slowly lifted your head up to look up at him towering above you with his shoe in one hand.

He then started to tip his shoe, and the sweat soaked champagne started to flow down onto you. It covered you. It somehow felt slimier than normal champagne, maybe because of all the sweat…

“Oh fuck Danny…” you said while smothering your hands over yourself, while the champagne and sweat soaked into your tight dress, onto your skin, and onto your tights on your legs.

The waterfall shortly stopped, as Danny had to refill, but this time he didn’t fill it as much and he crouched down next to you. You noticed his thigh muscles ripping through his skin as he did it. So muscly. So hot.

This time he grabbed the back of your head and moved the boot to your mouth, before letting you take big gulps from it. He tipped the boot so much that it eventually got too difficult to keep drinking, and a lot of it splashed out onto your face. You noticed how much the boots smelled of his sweaty feet, and then you noticed how sweet the champagne was. He wasn’t wrong, it did actually taste good…

“Fucking hell Danny , I can’t go anywhere looking like this now… I’m soaked!!”

You jokingly slapped his arm, as if to tell him off.

“We haven’t even started yet, baby”

As he said this, he threw his boot to the side and immediately lowered his boxer shorts. This exposed his rock hard, vein covered cock. You didn’t get to admire the view of it for long though, because he immediately shoved it inside your mouth. He thrust it to the back of your throat, you immediately gagged on it. Saliva now dripped out of your mouth as he thrust in and out. Sometimes he would stop and hold you on his cock as he pushed it as far as it would go. You felt tears run down your eyes as he did it. Not u happy tears though…you loved him when he was like this.

He pulled out for a moment, while he looked to the side to find something.

“Fuck Danny….” You said while catching your breath and wiping some spit from the side of you mouth - “ I wish you could win more often…haha”

At this point he turned back, with his sweaty boot in his right hand and his hard cock in his left. He pushed his cock inside his boot, where his foot would normally go, and he seemed to rub it round in there. He then pulled it out and stood over you again. He slapped his hard cock on your face a few times, you noticed the scent of his feet and his cock as he did this. He was a dirty boy…

He then made you suck on him again, enjoying the taste of his cock and his champagne soaked feet, where he had just rubbed his cock. You knew what he was like, he was always fascinated by sweat, and by sweaty things. It was just his thing.

Next he leant down over you, his hands moved down and pulled your dress over your hips, easily exposing your ass. He then held your wet legs in the air as he ripped a whole where your ass and pussy were. He didn’t even wait a second before sticking his face down there.

He licked all over you. You felt his tongue glide over your wet lips, and then you felt it glide over your ass. He spat on you down there as he did it. Savouring the taste of both of your holes as he went. He was an animal.

Next, he pushed his juicy length inside you. He pushed it in as far as it would go before fucking you harder than he had ever fucked you before.

You groaned uncontrollably, he started to pant as well. You got at it on the floor, while lying in a puddle of sweaty champagne juice. You both ended up rolling around in it. He collected the juice with his fingers, and then would rub it onto your tits. And you took the chance to do the same. You rubbed it around his hard abs, as they clenched and tensed up while he pounded you like never before.

“F-f-f-f-uck ….dddddany” you could hardly speak as he pounded you. You felt him stretching you out. You had no control over it. You were his. And he was using you like he wanted. You loved it.

At this point, you noticed how steamy the tiny room was getting. The mirror had steamed up, and it was all caused by just you two caught up in the moment.

Daniel then stood up, taking you with him, before pushing you up against the wall and taking you like that instead. He lifted one of your legs up as he thrust his cock inside you. You felt his every inch in you. He felt so hard, and so good.

You had both your hands on his back as he did it, you looked him in the eyes while saying “fuck…I fucking love you. I really really do ah….mhm” the groans took over as he thrust even harder.

“You’re mine. I fucking love you, you’re fucking mine…” he responded before going even harder into you.

You felt like your insides were going to explode at this point. He was so deep and so hard. You felt like snapping.

You felt so turned on at this moment, you wanted more of him. But you didn’t know how you could get more of him. The first thing to pop into your mind was… “grab your shoe…Danny grab your racing shoe”

He leant over to grab his other racing shoe, that didn’t have any champagne in, and placed it in your hand. “W-what do you want it for?” He asked confused.

You knew he loved his girls appreciating his sweat. He just loved it. So you did it for him.

“For this…” you responded.

As you said it, you took his shoe and placed it over your nose as he fucked you. You held it over your nose as you took in deep, long breathes.

“Oh….FUCK” Danny responded. You felt his cock get even harder at this point.

You held the inside of his boot, where his foot normally went, on your face and took in the smell of him. It was so warm, and so sweaty in there. But you wanted every inch of him on you, and that included his feet. You wanted a feeling like you had never experienced before. Something inside you wanted to be the dirtiest you had ever been. And this was your answer. You took in the smell of his sweaty feet. The smell almost enough to make your eyes water, as you felt your insides let go… you squirted all over him as he continued to fuck you. Your juices flowing so fast, your orgasm was so hard that you dropped the shoe and almost collapsed.

At this point, you felt Danny let go himself and he filled you up. You felt him filling you up to the absolute brim. His milk was warm, and you felt every throb of his cock as he emptied himself inside of you.

You both finally stopped. You were both so sweaty, so sticky, and so dirty. You stood and looked each other in the eyes as you both panted uncontrollably. Everything about him was so intense.

The smell of his sweaty shoes still lingered on your nose. The feeling of cum filling you up inside you was still there. You could now completely understand why lando’s girlfriend had fantasied about Danny’s shoeys. They were so good. And you wanted more. You wanted to message her, you wanted to ask her if she wanted to come and join you both for a threesome, to fully enjoy your man together. Everything about him was just too sexy. You just wanted more.

“Danny…do you want a threesome?” You asked.

“Haha what! You don’t have to ask me twice…with who?”

“Lando’s ex. I want to play with your shoeys with her, while you fuck us both.”

“Fuck yeah….message her and invite her to Singapore next week, I can get her a ticket. But first I’m gonna have to win the race…”

You both burst out laughing.

“I’ll message her now” you responded.

You wanted more of this man. Every inch of him was yours, and you wanted to explore even more of him next time.

To be continued…

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