I can't stop thinking about George and angry sex like damn he needs to steam off after what he's been through lately Imo 😞
oh my GOD george would be so rough with you after this shitshow.
and i'm not talking about hard thrusts or dirty talk... oh no.
i'm talking about slapping your pussy until you cry- mocking how you whine at the painful pleasure. every time his hand makes contact with your clit you feel yourself grow close to the edge.
and george's mouth is on the same level.
"you're saying 'ow' but your pussy glistens more with each smack... pitiful."
"yeah? wanna know how it feels to be degraded? bet you do, filthy fucking whore."
Rosa Wolff is your best friend and you somehow manage to wake up at her dad's place after New Year's Eve party. From that moment a little lady Wolff plays a part of being a matchmaker (sort of) only for you to end up dating Toto.
Warnings: age gap, smut, love, family dynamics
→ Morning after
Starting a new year waking up in a foreign bed, that wasn’t on your bingo card. Not even that it was your friend’s father who saved your drunk ass from the club, taking you to his house to look after you.
-> Afternoon before (18+)
A few weeks and dates later, Toto invites you to his mansion at Amalfi Coast in Italy for a weekend. With the tension being unbearable, you finally get to know that this man is huge everywhere.
-> Evening now
You attend Monaco GP along with Rosa and her siblings, in the incognito mode, because world doesn’t need to know yet about your love connection with the Wolff. Meeting Susie opens something unspoken between you two…
Summary: Someone from the paddock is running an instagram account dedicated to Max’s hands. He’s on his hunt to find out who it is…
Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, fingering, hand kink, dirty talk
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: while my mind is still buzzing from the weekend in Hungary, let’s enjoy this little something… ;)
“Fuck—“ your breathy moan escaped your lips when you scrolled past your photos in your camera roll.
Trying to chase the ache that grew in your groin through the weekend, it felt impossible how horny you were, that need for release being maddening.
The source of this despair was Max’s hands.
You were his personal photographer, always getting the best shots and you decided to make your turnon anonymously famous.
The instagram account dedicated to his hands was full of your pictures you took in the last two years working with him. It was subtle, he was oblivious, because you always took so many snaps and chose a few of them for the official pages.
You were struggling to get to your peak, your pussy drenched but deeply unsatisfied.
With a desperate huff you stopped, trying to get your brain entertained by choosing another great photo for your page.
Max was finally sitting in the private corner of the RedBull hospitality, sipping some water out of his emotionally supportive bottle when he scrolled through the socials only to find a new post on this page he started to follow from one of his fake accounts.
For a few weeks he was trying to figure out who was behind this thing, taking their time curating his hands in different angles and lighting.
It surely must be somebody who’s around him, who’s in the RedBull.
GP? Nah. He wouldn’t be bothered. Maybe…
Laurent? Trying to have some fun in the meantime? No…
One of the PR girls? They’re usually so close to him. But also no…
Lifting his gaze from his phone, he tried to think about anybody else. Then his eyes spotted you walking out of the restrooms, shifting a little and grinning into your phone.
Furrowing his brows, he pinched his jaw, going through many moments you’re around him, like a little shadow, taking the best shots of him.
Then he went through the RedBull socials and this “hands” account and he found resemblance at the angles of the snaps.
But out of all the people, you?
Then you turned around only to meet his glance and you waved at him and smiled, disappearing in the crowd.
Unbelievable, but he was sure he found the right person.
Another quali session, another media pen interview and you with your camera on.
Max was speaking to the reporter, stealing glances at you in the back, noticing how your eyes were dropping to where he gripped the railing of the barrier.
It was amusing how you thought you’re unrecognisable by your little hobby.
When he was done with answering the questions, he was about to look for you, because you suddenly disappeared.
Walking through the narrow corridor at the back of the hospitality, he heard some muffled sounds, carefully and quietly walking to the door on the right side that led into some kind of backroom for staff.
Then he heard you moan.
Something in his guts tightened and he bit his lip.
And again.
It knocked the air from his lungs how sweet you sounded, he wanted to listen to that all day.
Slowly, he reached for the knob and opened the door, sliding inside. He almost laughed at the fact how you were stupid for not locking yourself there.
And then the vision…
You facing the wall in the corner, phone with the picture of him zoomed in in your hand, and the other doing gods work under the waistband of your pants.
In that moment every rational thought fled out of his brain, it took him three steps to get a hold of you, your mouth clasped with his palm and his other hand gripping your wrist between your legs.
You made a startled yelp, trying to scream but…
“Got you.” Max whispered into your hair and you could feel how embarrassment creeped up your spine.
He snatched your hand out of your pants only to slide his own there instead and you almost lost it once his fingertips brushed over your swollen clit.
“I see you got pretty worked up here. All that just from the look at my strong and large hands, hm?” He continued in his talk and you squirmed with a soft whine against his palm.
“You could’ve just asked me.” And his fingers entered you, filling you nicely, stretching you the way you craved so bad.
Clinging onto his forearm with both of your hands, you exhaled sharply, breathing through the arousal.
“Imagine how I’m gripping the steering wheel… how I’m holding you by your neck… my hands sprawled on your lower back when I’d be showing you what a good girl you are…”
His words twisted your brain in the most delicious way.
Max could feel how you clenched around his fingers, his arm flexing to get even deeper.
Eyes rolled into your skull, you almost passed out from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you.
Whimpering quietly, your hips chased his fingering pace, his palm full of your juices from how you were dripping.
“Wanna come, sweet girl? Want me to circle your little bud to make you twitch in satisfaction?” Lowering his head to your neck, he placed an open mouthed kiss on your sensitive skin, you nodded eagerly.
Then he pulled out, moving to your clit, pinching it between his fingers to tease you. A muffled gasp filled the air, you were sure you were drooling into his hand, same as your needy little pussy down there.
“Look at you. What a good girl you are. Come on. Only this hand can make you come, mhm…” he knew, how come he knew?
No room to think about nonsense, it took about five full slow circles to have you absolutely lost in his arms as the waves of pleasure were crashing down your body.
You would be screaming his name, but not today, he made sure you were quiet, holding his palm over your mouth even tighter.
Once you were out of that orgasmic haze, Max let go of you, letting you process what just happened.
You leaned against the wall, breathing in and out, not daring to look at his face as you adjusted your pants.
“How did you find out?” Your voice was still trembling with the sound of your climax.
Max did what absolutely unraveled you, he sucked you off his fingers, his mouth making all those obscene noises by devouring the taste.
Then his sharp icy eyes landed back at you with an amused smile.
“I noticed fully today. When I was gripping that railing and you were on the verge of salivating.”
You rubbed your neck with a nervous chuckle. “Uh… well.”
Taking a step into your personal space again, you sucked in a breath.
“It’s time to show you something different to make your personal collection even more interesting.” His brows wiggled in a mischievous way and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
And that’s how you ended up with a locked folder in your camera roll full of his dickpics in different angles and positions, all for you when you were hungry.
What was the best turn on? Combination of his hand holding his cock only for you to see and have.
Safe to say that you haven’t updated that account of yours ever since.
Summary: Someone from the paddock is running an instagram account dedicated to Max’s hands. He’s on his hunt to find out who it is…
Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, fingering, hand kink, dirty talk
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: while my mind is still buzzing from the weekend in Hungary, let’s enjoy this little something… ;)
“Fuck—“ your breathy moan escaped your lips when you scrolled past your photos in your camera roll.
Trying to chase the ache that grew in your groin through the weekend, it felt impossible how horny you were, that need for release being maddening.
The source of this despair was Max’s hands.
You were his personal photographer, always getting the best shots and you decided to make your turnon anonymously famous.
The instagram account dedicated to his hands was full of your pictures you took in the last two years working with him. It was subtle, he was oblivious, because you always took so many snaps and chose a few of them for the official pages.
You were struggling to get to your peak, your pussy drenched but deeply unsatisfied.
With a desperate huff you stopped, trying to get your brain entertained by choosing another great photo for your page.
Max was finally sitting in the private corner of the RedBull hospitality, sipping some water out of his emotionally supportive bottle when he scrolled through the socials only to find a new post on this page he started to follow from one of his fake accounts.
For a few weeks he was trying to figure out who was behind this thing, taking their time curating his hands in different angles and lighting.
It surely must be somebody who’s around him, who’s in the RedBull.
GP? Nah. He wouldn’t be bothered. Maybe…
Laurent? Trying to have some fun in the meantime? No…
One of the PR girls? They’re usually so close to him. But also no…
Lifting his gaze from his phone, he tried to think about anybody else. Then his eyes spotted you walking out of the restrooms, shifting a little and grinning into your phone.
Furrowing his brows, he pinched his jaw, going through many moments you’re around him, like a little shadow, taking the best shots of him.
Then he went through the RedBull socials and this “hands” account and he found resemblance at the angles of the snaps.
But out of all the people, you?
Then you turned around only to meet his glance and you waved at him and smiled, disappearing in the crowd.
Unbelievable, but he was sure he found the right person.
Another quali session, another media pen interview and you with your camera on.
Max was speaking to the reporter, stealing glances at you in the back, noticing how your eyes were dropping to where he gripped the railing of the barrier.
It was amusing how you thought you’re unrecognisable by your little hobby.
When he was done with answering the questions, he was about to look for you, because you suddenly disappeared.
Walking through the narrow corridor at the back of the hospitality, he heard some muffled sounds, carefully and quietly walking to the door on the right side that led into some kind of backroom for staff.
Then he heard you moan.
Something in his guts tightened and he bit his lip.
And again.
It knocked the air from his lungs how sweet you sounded, he wanted to listen to that all day.
Slowly, he reached for the knob and opened the door, sliding inside. He almost laughed at the fact how you were stupid for not locking yourself there.
And then the vision…
You facing the wall in the corner, phone with the picture of him zoomed in in your hand, and the other doing gods work under the waistband of your pants.
In that moment every rational thought fled out of his brain, it took him three steps to get a hold of you, your mouth clasped with his palm and his other hand gripping your wrist between your legs.
You made a startled yelp, trying to scream but…
“Got you.” Max whispered into your hair and you could feel how embarrassment creeped up your spine.
He snatched your hand out of your pants only to slide his own there instead and you almost lost it once his fingertips brushed over your swollen clit.
“I see you got pretty worked up here. All that just from the look at my strong and large hands, hm?” He continued in his talk and you squirmed with a soft whine against his palm.
“You could’ve just asked me.” And his fingers entered you, filling you nicely, stretching you the way you craved so bad.
Clinging onto his forearm with both of your hands, you exhaled sharply, breathing through the arousal.
“Imagine how I’m gripping the steering wheel… how I’m holding you by your neck… my hands sprawled on your lower back when I’d be showing you what a good girl you are…”
His words twisted your brain in the most delicious way.
Max could feel how you clenched around his fingers, his arm flexing to get even deeper.
Eyes rolled into your skull, you almost passed out from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you.
Whimpering quietly, your hips chased his fingering pace, his palm full of your juices from how you were dripping.
“Wanna come, sweet girl? Want me to circle your little bud to make you twitch in satisfaction?” Lowering his head to your neck, he placed an open mouthed kiss on your sensitive skin, you nodded eagerly.
Then he pulled out, moving to your clit, pinching it between his fingers to tease you. A muffled gasp filled the air, you were sure you were drooling into his hand, same as your needy little pussy down there.
“Look at you. What a good girl you are. Come on. Only this hand can make you come, mhm…” he knew, how come he knew?
No room to think about nonsense, it took about five full slow circles to have you absolutely lost in his arms as the waves of pleasure were crashing down your body.
You would be screaming his name, but not today, he made sure you were quiet, holding his palm over your mouth even tighter.
Once you were out of that orgasmic haze, Max let go of you, letting you process what just happened.
You leaned against the wall, breathing in and out, not daring to look at his face as you adjusted your pants.
“How did you find out?” Your voice was still trembling with the sound of your climax.
Max did what absolutely unraveled you, he sucked you off his fingers, his mouth making all those obscene noises by devouring the taste.
Then his sharp icy eyes landed back at you with an amused smile.
“I noticed fully today. When I was gripping that railing and you were on the verge of salivating.”
You rubbed your neck with a nervous chuckle. “Uh… well.”
Taking a step into your personal space again, you sucked in a breath.
“It’s time to show you something different to make your personal collection even more interesting.” His brows wiggled in a mischievous way and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
And that’s how you ended up with a locked folder in your camera roll full of his dickpics in different angles and positions, all for you when you were hungry.
What was the best turn on? Combination of his hand holding his cock only for you to see and have.
Safe to say that you haven’t updated that account of yours ever since.
Summary: Toxic could be the perfect middle name when it comes to Max. You divorced him for his possessive and manipulative behaviour, his control over you suffocating the life out of your soul. Still you’re forced to coparent and one day you visit the track at Nurburgring with your younger daughter only to see him for the first time in three years. And he’s determined to get you back at all cost.
A/N: Trembling with need to write something when I saw all the pictures and videos with Max at Nurburgring, I was brewing this through the day and oooffff I don’t know how long it got. It’s toxic and inappropriate, but I love this Max, I’m a slut for him like that. Enjoy it and let me know your thoughts ;)
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“Mom, it’s supposed to be my weekend with dad. You can’t be there with her.” Your son, fifteen at that time, was pissed off when you told him that your sister wants to see her dad racing on the weekend. You and Max had a history together - a wild marriage with toxic undertones, two unplanned kids, because he loved breeding you, hiding the birth control from you, controlling your every move and you lived in the naive world of this being the true love.
Your divorce was a disaster, he threatened you, turning the kids against you, stripping you off of the money and properties. But you had a great lawyer who guaranteed you full custody at first, then you and Max agreed to leave it up to your kids but you had the upper hand still, and about money, he bought you a penthouse and was sending you the child support.
Some would say that he settled down with his motives and possessive behaviour, but it was the same as ever.
Now, three years after the divorce, you haven’t seen him much because he sent his father to pick up your kids every time and now you stood at the decision to meet him fully in his territory — on the race track of DTM racing.
After Max retired from the formula one, he went fully invested into the DTM, having his own racing team, being the boss and the owner.
Your daughter Lily sat at the table, pouting, giving her brother a look full of daggers. “You can’t have daddy only for yourself.”
Emilian, your son, grunted in disapproval, rolling his eyes. “Surely I can. You’re too young to be around the track.”
“Mommy! Tell him that I’m not that young.” Lily had her blue eyes wide with desperation, you sighed, rubbing your temples.
“Look, Em, she’s six. You were four when we first brought you to the race track to watch your father. So.” You gave him a sympathetic smile with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Hm. You’re really unbelievable, mom.” Emilian crossed his arms, he inherited your eyes but Max’s fierceness was glowing through them.
“You can go on Friday, to be with your dad and we’ll join you on Saturday, for a bit, not gonna steal the show. What do you think?” You offered a compromise.
Emilian thought about it, his eyes landing on his sister, who was eager with excitement and he nodded. “Fine.”
You let out a relieved sigh, the heaviness of meeting with your ex husband landing on your shoulders.
—
Nürburgring was packed as usual when Max’s team was competing, everybody wanted to catch even a glimpse of the hungry lion.
The weather was nice, even though it was the beginning of the fall, you wore a simple shirt along with jeans, and Lily was wearing nearly the same, looking like a little girl, proudly wearing her dad’s merch with a huge Lily Verstappen on her back.
Getting through the gate for the VIP, you held her close to you, even though she was nearing her teens, she was clinging to you like a monkey, you carrying her around.
Your chest tightened each step you took, your hands trembled but you tried your best to keep your composure, to not let it ruin your kids’ weekend.
The clanking of the tools filled the air, peoples voices all around when you stepped into the garage, your eyes landing on your son standing close to his father, who was explaining something to him at the car. This weekend Max wasn’t supposed to be behind the wheel, he was there to look after his drivers and to be the best mentor.
Emilian spotted you by the corner of his eye, smiling a little. “Hey. Mom and Lily are here.”
Max quickly shot a look into your direction, your eyes locked immediately, his intense and dark aura swallowing you even through the distance between you.
Lily got out of your arms, running into Max with loud giggles. “Daddy!”
His wide smile turned into a playful grin when he got her in his arms. “Long time no see, princess.”
Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding into the crook of it. “I missed you.”
His heart sank at her words but he placed a kiss on her forehead, caressing her hair a little. “I know. But we’re together now, so let’s enjoy it.”
You stood there, not knowing what to do or where to look so you walked to your son who stood nearby. “Hey, little man. How’s your weekend so far?”
Emilian had his arms crossed over his chest, huffing softly. “I had a little disagreement with dad.”
Your curiosity piqued, cocking your brow. “Why?”
“I can’t—“
“Son, can you please show your sister around? I have something to discuss with your mother.” Max’s powerful presence filled the space, leaving you shivering and Emilian nodded without any more resistance, grabbing Lily by her hand and pulling her away.
You took in Max’s face features, how he changed, wrinkles more prominent and his hair being more grown out, soft stubble giving him the “daddy” energy.
“Max.” You decided to speak first and he almost moaned at the way his name sounded on your lips, but he just narrowed his back more, his lips twitching in a hint of a smile.
“Hey. Surprise to see you here. After all that time.” He hummed, his hands itching to touch you.
You averted your gaze to the side, hugging yourself as if you tried to shield yourself. “Yeah. Lily was persistent about her presence here and— your dad was busy to pick her up, so.”
“I’m glad you’re here.” Max smiled genuinely, and for a moment you believed that his motives were pure.
“Well, yeah— what was that you wanted to discuss with me? Emilian said that you argued earlier.” Your voice was filled with worry, that Max would behave to your children as he was to you in the past. But Max cared deeply for his kids so he wouldn’t do anything bad or be harsh on them.
“Oh, hm, yeah. He wanted to try and drive around the track with one of the cars here. He even bribed one of my guys to sneak him out.” Max furrowed his brows.
You gasped in shock. “He what?”
“Mhm. I guess that’s the genes speaking, but— he can’t be this stupid. I should be more careful with him, make him talk to me more so I can provide him with the ride together. I would never forgive myself if something happened.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Oh god…” you rubbed your temple in worry, all the wrong scenarios filling your head.
He noticed your distress and he placed his hand on your shoulder. “But hey, he’s here, under my watch, and nothing's gonna happen.”
Looking at him, you let out a soft sigh. “Thanks.”
Max squeezed your shoulder a little, eyeing you up and down. “You look good by the way.”
Rolling up your eyes you shoved his hand away. “You clearly have other things to deal with than spending time with your ex wife.”
He smirked, his fingers brushing over yours. “You have no idea, schatje.”
That little nickname had you feeling a lot of things at once. “Stop, Max.”
“What? We’re just chatting. Like parents, nothing wrong about it.” He smiled smugly, his fingers still grazing yours, tugging on them softly. You could get away from him, but you didn’t and he knew that he’s successful in his actions.
“I’m here for an hour, then I’m gonna go back with Lily. Because Emilian wants you all to himself and he doesn’t want his sister to interrupt.” You furrowed your brows, your eyes piercing his.
He cocked his brow, soft hum leaving his throat. “Well, if that’s what he wants.”
After that you ended up on the sidelines, Emilian surprisingly showing Lily around, explaining everything and Max found its way to you again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you were so enchanting, mesmerising, even hotter than before. Appearing behind you, he leaned to your ear. “So, any potential husband on the horizon?”
You gasped, surprised from his proximity. You could lie. Anything would be better than the truth.
“No.”
Chuckling, he moved beside you, watching the cars on the track. “I thought so.”
That offended you. “What?”
“You wouldn’t be here, speaking to me, if there would be any man. And to be honest, any sane man wouldn’t let you near your psycho ex that easily.” He laughed, making fun of himself.
“You’re an asshole, Max.” You shook your head in disbelief.
“Hey, I have a proposition for you. You can go home, and when we’re done here, I’ll drive Lily home, so Emilian can have his alone time on my sim at home. What do you think?” He sounded like he cared for you, for your time, but you could see right through him.
“I—“ you wanted to protest, but his gaze was so dark and powerful that you couldn’t. “Okay.”
Max was delighted with your response, smiling smugly. “I love it when we agree on something.”
—
In the evening, you were lounging in the living room of the penthouse, looking at the clock occasionally, waiting for Max to drop off Lily.
The doorbell rang, you running to the door only to open it to Max standing there alone. Your face fell and you were confused. “Max, where’s—“
But he was quick to push you back into the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Shhh. She’s with Emilian and my dad. I thought we could use some time for a little catch up.”
You tried to get away from him, but he only tightened his grip on your arms. “Max— please— don’t do this.”
His smirk grew darker, it was like he was fueled by your despair. “I told you I’ll wait in the shadows. You let your guard down today. And I can’t help it.”
Your back hit the wall, breath knocked out of your lungs, his icy blue eyes pooling into yours. “This is against our agreement. You—“
His face moved closer, his nose brushed over your jaw, inhaling your scent, his body burning with desire. “I don't care. I want you, I need you. And I’m gonna have you.”
Feeling desperate, you whined softly, placing your hands on his hard chest, failing in pushing him away. “I’m— I’m gonna scream for help.” Your cheeks burned, eyes wide in disbelief, body trembling. You should be scared for life. But you were turned on.
Max laughed darkly, placing a soft kiss under your ear. “Oh, you will, but it’s gonna be my name.” And with that he threw you over his shoulder, walking to the direction of your bedroom.
You were flabbergasted at how he knew where to go. “How do you—“
“I know every inch of this place. You thought I didn't care when I bought it for you? I even know what you’re doing at night schatje, and I must say that you’re a very naughty girl.“
You couldn’t believe it, your life was a lie, the whole time. “You’re a monster.”
Your body landed on the luxurious sheets of your bed, eyes looking at him, his broad chest now bare as he took off his shirt. Biting onto your lip, you inhaled sharply, your insides clenching at the sight. He was so handsome, evident that he was working out, taking care of himself.
“I may be a monster. But the one you’re craving when nobody’s looking.” He finally landed his gaze on you, licking his lips hungrily.
“Fuck you, Max.” You breathed out.
“Well, you can but not tonight. I’m not gonna let you take control.” He yanked your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed, his large hands taking your shorts off with one swift motion, your hands trying to push him off, to kick him with your feet, but he held your legs apart, his fingers dipping into your delicate skin. “Keep still, love, or I swear I might be forced to tie you up. And you know I’m good at that.”
Swallowing hard, the memory of you being restrained flashed through your brain and you calmed down.
“Good girl.” He hummed approvingly, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh, your hand shooting to your mouth, eyes shut with embarrassment from how needy you were.
“When was the last time a man touched you, liefje?” His lips trailed further to your core, your lacy panties barely covering it, your gasps filling the space of the dimly lit room.
“I— a long time ago.” You whispered.
Max dropped on his knees, his head between your legs, blowing air onto your skin, teasing you, his fingers hooking around the waistband at your hips. “It was me, hm?”
With a humiliation, you nodded, your cheeks reddening deeply.
He smiled, pulling off your panties, revealing the sweet flesh underneath it. Breath hitching in his throat, it was unreal, he thought he won’t see this ever again. Tossing the fabric somewhere in the room, his nose brushed through your folds, inhaling the lovely scent of your pussy, he almost came on the spot. “Fuck, you smell so good. So fucking perfect.”
“I didn’t take a shower, I'm dirty.” You sighed.
But he didn’t listen, his mouth closed around your clit, latching on it, a loud moan leaving your throat, your hands instinctively running through his blonde hair, tugging on it, your legs opening wider with hips moving forward to his mouth.
His chuckle vibrated through your core, knowing that he finally got under your skin.
“Yes, just like— oh my—“ your whines were like music to his ears, he was determined to do you good, his tongue devouring your delicate flesh, licking your inner lips, teasing your entrance and then delving deeper into you.
You lost your right mind, this was all you needed to unwind. This was all you missed.
“Please— Max—“
With a soft pop he let go of your pussy, looking up at your flushed face, taking in how you were out of your breath.
“What do you want? Tell me. Use your words and I’ll give you everything.” He bit onto your inner thigh, eyes still locked in yours.
“I want you to—“ your breath hitched with disgrace. “Please, fuck me, Max, please.”
He stood up, narrowing his back, victorious expression written over his face. “You’re so adorable when you’re like this.” Undoing his pants, he was naked in a minute, his knees dipping into the bed, lifting you by his strong arms to land you onto his thighs as he knelt on the bed. You felt his hard cock lined against your pussy, your wetness coating his length. With your hands around his neck, you sighed in despair, frowning with aching need.
“This is so wrong, but—“
Max brushed his lips against yours, your breaths mingling together. “Everything about us is wrong. But that makes us perfect, liefje.”
You whined in agreement, your hips grinding against him, seeking some friction.
“Want me to fill that cunt of yours?” He whispered, his hands holding you under your thighs.
“Mhm.” You nodded frantically, eager for anything he was about to do to you.
Smiling smugly, he lifted you a little only to guide your hips down onto his shaft, stretching you with his size. Your mouth gaping, head leaning backwards. “Fuuuuck—“
He huffed, his cock twitching inside you, tip kissing your cervix while he held you close, without any movement, savoring the moment, kissing your neck. “I nearly forgot how tight you are.”
“Please, move— just move— Max.” You begged him sweetly, face contorted in lust and pleasure, swallowing hard when your head turned back to look at him.
Max couldn’t help but obey your pleas, gripping your hips firmly, buckling his own to meet you. Soft grunts leaving his throat, sweat forming on his forehead, his thrusts becoming more severe, rough.
You caught his lips, kissing him hungrily, enjoying the taste of his hot mouth mixed with yours. “Max—“ you moaned and he knew.
“I got you, baby. Just let go.” While holding you with his arm, his other hand got between your bodies, his fingers circling your sensitive bud.
A single gasp later, you were screaming his name, your walls clenching around him, making it hard for him to hold his own release back. His face turned into a powerless expression, trying so desperately to not give into his need.
When you collapsed onto his chest, he kissed your temple, just holding you, enjoying the soft throbbs of your pussy around his cock. “Good girl.”
Shoving you onto your back, he slammed back into you, fucking you into the mattress with your legs pressed against his chest. You stared into each other's eyes, the tension of lust between you thick as hell.
“I’ll fill you so much that you won’t be able to get me off of you for days.” His hips smashed into yours, his words slipping past his teeth, jaw locked as he took you roughly.
You nodded, not thinking straight. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to be so full of you.”
“This is like a dream. I thought about breeding this pussy every night after you filed for divorce. I wanted to lock you in with another child. Now I have the ultimate chance to do that for real.” He was feral, feeling he’s about to come.
Suddenly your eyes widened at the realization. “No! Max! No!” You wanted to push him away, but he got your hands and held them beside your head, pounding into you with all of his weight, a vicious grin plastered over his face.
“I guess you’re off the birth control, schatje.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, choking moans ripping through his throat, his seed spurting inside you, coating your walls, seeping into your soul slowly but surely.
Placing a soft kiss on your left calf, his breaths laboured, you cried out softly.
“I hate you…” he caught your soft whisper, his large hands parting your legs to lean down to you, cupping your face.
“Shhh. It’s okay to feel a little overwhelmed.” Wiping your tears with the back of his thumbs, your tears spilled out of your eyes, sobs sounding so pathetic.
Max smiled smugly, kissing off each tear, nuzzling with your face, your scent mixed with your sweat being like a drug to him.
“You’ll be so pretty carrying my child again.”
“M-Max—“ you choked on your sobs, it was ironic that he was still inside you.
“There’s no escape, liefje. Our family will be complete again. If you like it or not.”
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Portimao was sunny, the spring at its wake, the roar of the engines echoing through air.
”Mommy!” Lily ran through the crowd when you stepped out of your newest model of the Audi Q8.
Smiling softly, you ran a hand through her hair as she hugged your legs. “Come on, Emilian is about to get to practice.” She pulled you to the garage, you tried your best to keep pace with her short legs.
Once you entered the garage, you saw how Max was giving some wisdom to Emilian, who looked so confident and determined, zipping up his race suit. You didn’t remember when you agreed to allow Max to get him into the car, but maybe it was in some lustful haze with Max drunk on your pussy.
When he spotted you, he smirked, his hand reaching for your waist, pulling you close. “Finally, our mommy is here.”
You blushed softly with a little smile, feeling his lips pressing against your temple. Emilian shifted uneasily, feeling embarrassed whenever his parents showed any kind of affection in the public.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” You asked your son, your hand straightening the fabric of the suit on his chest. He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Thierry will be his mentor in the car. He won’t be alone there, I wouldn’t allow that.” Max had his lips pressed in the tight line, his aura floating around them in the air. You only nodded.
Lily held onto your hand, being clingy as usual, watching her brother getting into the car. She looked up at you with a little pout. “Mom, when can I start driving a car like this?”
Max caught her question and he chuckled, answering instead of you. “You’re too young for that. Maybe we can start with a few karting sessions and you’ll tell if you want more or not, yeah?” He got onto one knee to be on the same eye level as Lily.
She nodded, smiling sweetly. “Love you daddy. You’re the best.” Her tiny arms hugged him, kissing his stubby cheek.
Max smiled adoringly, patting her head gently. “What about you go bother Chris there for a bit? I want to spend some time with mommy.”
She nodded with a wide grin, running to the back of the garage.
You sighed softly, looking at Max. “I can’t believe how you handle them so well.”
Max got back on his feet, narrowing his back, his hands landing on the swell of your pregnant belly. “I love being a father. Even more when you’re the mother.”
You chuckled, leaning forward, capturing his lips. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you flushed towards his chest, your bump prodding into his firm abdomen.
“So fucking needy even though pregnant. I can’t tell how much I love you.” He whispered against your lips, his other hand caressing your belly.
You cupped his cheek, staring deeply into his eyes. “We’re gonna have another boy, Max. The doctor told me this morning.”
Max shuddered in satisfaction, a shiver of desire running down his spine. “I’ll be breeding you till the end of my days.”
You bit into your lip, giving in to your feelings of being consumed by his darkness.
Even though the dynamics between you were toxic you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him. It was so wrong on many levels, him manipulating you and your kids, but you didn’t want to live without him. You were meant to be his.
Those two asks are tame compared to THESE ones I got after last week's race 🫠 I had hesitated to make a post and it's something myself and @ladyvictory22 have discussed privately, but after the asks I just got, I feel like it's an appropriate time for me to speak about this.
People are nuts. I'm sorry, but for you to speak of death towards someone over a SPORT is pure insanity to me. I get you have your favourites and that's completely fine, we all have our own favourites BUT regardless of how much I may dislike a driver or person, I would never: 1. wish death on them and/or 2. joke about celebrating their death bc that's just disgusting, vile and disrespectful. I think some of you need to take a good look within yourselves and consider why you think it's okay to say such things about someone because of a SPORT bc it's NOT OKAY.
