Tuned In Sequel to the Good News List’s Freaky Girls
y’all already know we needed another Met Gala!Lewis drabble
Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em Everything I do keep another bitch talking Watching my back 'cause these dudes be stalking Watching my plate got these broke hoes starving Damn, you hoes hate me Ridin' dick so hard, havin' babies Y'all bitches so ugh, stop it Making everything but a deposit, yeah
You grinned as you saw Lewis’ name trending on Twitter.
It was only the afternoon, hours before Lewis or you would arrive at the Met Gala, but the hype had started days ago. It amped up with each passing day until his name crept the trending lists. You felt a giddy little excitement in your tummy when you saw that your name was in little text right under his.
People really don’t forget a thing, do they?
After last year, people had been obsessed with the two of you. Whether it was obsessively shipping or hating, you were the topic of conversation. Online, in person, everyone wanted to know where you and Lewis snuck off to at the Gala. What and who could convince thee Lewis Hamilton to ditch the fashion event of the year?
It did wonders for your career if you were being honest, opened up options overseas, and made you busier than ever.
So it was both a blessing and a curse when things with Lewis continued on as they had before you met.
There was definitely a new familiarity that was apparent from the morning after, and carried through. You texted often, called sometimes, and face-timed here and there. You still sexted and sent thirst traps, caught dinner when you were in the same city, you’d even attended a race one weekend as his guest.
The press ate that up, you grinned as you swiped past photos someone had dug up from that weekend and posted.
Nothing and everything had changed. Nothing had been discussed, but you couldn’t help but feel like a taken woman. Stupid, you chastised yourself, the press thinks you’re discrete and private and meanwhile you haven’t spent more than a few days together.
When you got to the more vulgar tweets, the ones that were shameless and closer to the truth. You felt yourself squirm in your seat. You had to take a breath and watch the streets you passed in the car before you continued to go through them. People had imagination, you had to give them that.
You wished you were regularly fucking Lewis like the whole world thought you were.
The truth was that with your busy schedules, you didn’t have the time or energy to meet up to fuck. So you had settled for the past year on sexting and spreading your legs in front of your Macbook camera.
It was still fun, but- you shivered as you remembered the way his tongue lapped on you every time he’d made you cum.
He had kept promising soon, soon, soon, and tonight was that soon.
“Ma’am,” the driver called to the backseat, “we’re pulling up to the hotel now.”
-
After making your way through the mass of people outside the hotel in just a robe, you were finally on the floor that Lewis had texted to you. You read the room numbers out loud as you passed them, searching for his.
When you did get to the door, you’d barely knocked twice before it had swung open and you were pulled inside by an entourage of people. You’d come a blank slate, no makeup, hair pulled back and in some designer robe with heels that wouldn’t make it to the MET. They appreciated that.
“Oh, you’re so pretty.” One gushed as she pulled you towards a stool in the center of the suite.
You could see garment bags hanging from the curtain rods, and makeup spread across a table that was set up. There were curling irons and flat irons amongst a sea of hair accessories and potions.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” One told you distractedly as he studied your face, “I have to say, when I got the call for this ensemble, I didn’t think it would work.” You made a face and he elaborated, “The matching outfits, creating a harmonious look when neither one of my muses were in the same room with me at any point in the past six months.”
You smiled guiltily at the man as he tapped your cheek.
He was right. You’d asked for an impossible task. Make you and Lewis his muses for the Gala, but without ever having them in the same room until the day of. But if the sketches and photos of Lewis’ and your own fittings were anything to go by- he had nailed it.
“But now that the two of you are here, I know it’s gonna work.” He winked as he stepped away and began unzipping bags.
The whole room seemed to move away from you, everyone going to their own little nooks to get their own equipment ready.
The sound of panting made you look down and you let out a happy squeak as you saw Roscoe trotting up to you. You squatted to his level and greeted him happily as he leaned on to one side of his hip, looking up at you happily making his little piggy sounds.
“Where’s Daddy?” You asked as you rubbed and squished his face.
“Right here.” His voice called to you.
When you looked over your shoulder, you’d instantly made your mind up. There was no way you’d be able to behave.
He walked slowly into the room from the adjoining one, his locs pulled to the top of his head and out of his flawless face. His chest was exposed, the lacy white mesh shirt barely covering his sides as the buttons remained open. He nonchalantly smiled at you while he buttoned the fabric around his wrists.
You cleared your throat before you got to your feet and closed the distance between you both, while the designers in the room turned their backs to you both.
“Like this.” You mumbled, gently pinching the surprisingly soft lace mesh between your fingers. It covered his chest and continued down his leg in a beautiful display.
He dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you as you toyed with his shirt. Looking up at him, you licked your lips as you pulled the ends together and began buttoning it shut.
“Wow.” He chuckled.
You glanced around the room, “Time and place, baby.”
You popped the last button through the hole and put your hands on his shoulders, almost whimpering at how big they looked. The lace draped over his shoulders like the most gentle of armor, the design cascading down his biceps and leaving his arms free until the lace continued around his forearms. You pulled your hands down them to his own hands and squeezed them.
Lewis took a quick step forward and pressed his lips chastely to your own, making you inhale sharply.
He smelled as good as he looked.
“Better go,” he whispered to you, still in your space, “get yourself out of that robe before I get you out of it.”
You leaned the inch he was from you and licked his lip before smiling and playfully pushing him back into the other room. His hand loosely grabbed your wrist but you let it slip right off as you stepped back from him and grabbed the connected suite doors. You looked him in the eye as you shut the door in his face and held your own laughter in when you heard his through the wood. Turning on your heels, you passed your own designers, mumbling a quick excuse before you shut the door to the bathroom behind you.
Quickly, you moved to the large marble sink and hopped up on to the counter.
They said, they got my luggage and set it up, so it should be- found it!
With one leg hanging off and the other folded with your foot flat against the counter, you spread your legs. You’d had this idea in the heat of the moment, and then that idea had turned into a joke in your head when you’d packed it, but now that idea sounded like a plan. You reached over for your own personal toiletries bag and pulled at the Velcro of the false bottom, unveiling the small, rounded metallic bullet.
You groaned as you licked it and traced your lips with it, teasing yourself. Angling it down and then upward, you stretched yourself open and pushed in until your cunt swallowed it, the heart shaped end shined at your entrance. You didn’t want to be too wet, but you could resist the few strokes of it inside of you.
When you were able to pull your hands from yourself, you grabbed the black box that sat at the bottom of the bag before you flipped the cover of the bag shut. You flipped the switch on the side of it and squeezed your eyes shut as the initial vibrations began. Flipping it back off, you hopped down off the counter and hummed as you paced the room on shaky legs, trying to get used to the thing inside of you.
When you were confident you weren’t walking funny anymore, you opened the door and sat on the couch, ready for your team to glam you up.
You really liked them. They were friendly, and funny. They worked around each other as you stayed perfectly still. They gave your hair waves and put simple makeup on your face. Everything was specifically to be understated, simple. Lewis had been very clear about that from the start.
By the time you moved to your dress, the butterflies had sunk in. You weren’t thinking of Lewis anymore, just the fact that you were attending the gala for the second time.
“Come on, arms out.”
You felt yourself in a stupor as the team led your arms through the sleeves and dressed you. The dress was white lace, and matched Lewis’ shirt. It was short and just covered your ass, making your legs the main attraction. The shoulders were padded, giving your shoulders a square shape. Your wavy hair was pulled out of your face, and pinned with a pearl adorned clip on the back of your head. The strands looked thick and shiny.
Soft pink blush stained your cheeks, and the way they had lined your upper lids and put a dusting of white on your lower made your eyes look larger, more innocent. You didn’t look like a church girl or a temptress, you looked like the best version of you.
Lewis is a genius.
“Can we let him in?” They called your attention away from your reflection.
“Huh?”
“Can we let Lewis in? He’s asking for you.” The stylist pointed to his airpod that you hadn’t noticed was in his ear until that very moment.
You numbly nodded your head, the butterflies growing in numbers as you composed yourself for the man you desperately needed to seduce in person.
“Wow.” Lewis breathed out behind you, his eyes dragged on your whole figure, but he hadn’t complimented you until he got to your face, “You look stunning.”
“Good job.” you told him as you turned on your heel to face him.
He smiled and walked towards you so he could take your hand in his and kissed it, “You know what this is going to look like right?”
“Exactly what it is?” You offered, even though you didn’t have a clue what the two of you were.
He nodded, the most adorable sparkle in his eye as he agreed with you, “Yeah, but it’ll probably be bigger than last year, the backlash, the support, all of it.”
“Lewis Hamilton, please don’t tell me this is you trying to stand me up after you put me through six months of fittings. I’m not giving this dress back, you’ll have to peel it off my dead body.”
He laughed, “No, no, no. I just realized I might not have given you an out before today.”
“Maybe you knew I didn’t want one.” You replied.
“Maybe,” he hummed, “you do look beautiful, so beautiful.” He kissed your knuckles again.
You looked at him fondly before you pulled away, “I’ve got something for you.” Walking to the corner where the champagne bottles stood on display, you lifted the small black controller you’d hid behind one and shook it in the now empty room.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what you were handing to him. You grinned as you put it in his hand.
“What’s this for?” Lewis asked, curiously turning the little remote over in his hand.
“To make sure I’m wet enough for you later.” You whispered to him.
Hot girl shit, never let 'em cool off Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll Backshots, balcony, we don't care who saw One thing about me that you need to know I ain't nothin' like none of these average hoes
It had been your idea to enter the red carpet at different times. People knew that the two of you were going to attend the event, people expected the two of you to walk it together.
So naturally, you had to stir the pot.
“What if we go in separately?” You blurted out in the car.
Lewis looked at you surprised as he held your hand in his own in his lap.
“No, no,” you quickly elaborated, “I want to be seen with you, I don’t give a fuck who sees me with who, but-” you held a finger up to him as you grinned deviously, “what if we showed up completely matching but at different times? Imagine how pissed people would be.”
Lewis laughed as he thought about it.
“Plus, I don’t want to take away from what you’re doing tonight.” You added thoughtfully.
Lewis was a good man, and the last thing you wanted was for the artists he’d invited to get cropped out of photos to focus on the two of you. Cause you knew that’s exactly what would happen.
“Yeah, yeah.” Lewis nodded suddenly, “You’re right, darling, you’re right.”
When you reached the venue, you climbed out the car first. The cameras instantly started buzzing, the lights flashed and the circus began.
“Where’s Lewis!”
“Are you here alone!”
“Did you break up!”
“Face over here!”
You turned and kept your face schooled as you posed and walked your way down the carpet. You gave the cameras a small smirk every time they screamed for Lewis and they seemed to get louder after each time. Soon, it was all about Lewis.
“Where’s Lewis!”
“Are you wearing the same designer!”
“Is he late!”
You walked along, full on grinning as you looked back over your shoulder, giving them a shot of the pearls that made up the buttons that went from the base of your neck to the very end of your skirt.
When you got to the end of the carpet, the paparazzi suddenly were all yelling, in a frenzy and with a glance to the beginning, you knew why.
Lewis had stepped in, almost perfectly timed behind you.
You turned towards the grand staircase, and almost faltered had you not stopped to pose. A dull vibration began between your legs, and you were rudely reminded what you had done. Taking a peek down the red carpet, you saw Lewis had his hand in his pocket.
That sly bastard.
You carefully took a step, turning towards the cameras when you felt the vibrations amp up. Holding your cool, you posed here and there as you adjusted to the vibrations between your legs and made your way to the top. You joked with yourself in your head, telling yourself that the reason people posed on the stairs was to get a break.
When you got to the top, an upbeat and friendly host waited for you and instantly called you over for an interview. She held the mic in front of your mouth as she asked about your look. You could’ve laughed when her face scrunched when you went with the generic elaboration of who did it and how.
“And are you here with anyone?” She pushed with a big smile on her face.
“I’m here with some friends, yeah.” You nodded coyly.
“Well, isn’t that what we’re all here for? To make friends?” She laughed.
You laughed with her at her dry joke when you saw her eyes light up at whatever she saw behind you. Almost on cue, the vibrations stopped and you had to hold back a whine.
“Oh!” She shouts as she reaches over your shoulder, “If it isn’t Sir Lewis Hamilton coming our way.” Her eyes dramatically scanned your body, “Isn’t he just conveniently matching you! Lewis, Lewis, come on up here.”
Lewis stepped up next to you and winked at you before sweetly meeting the host. You discreetly rolled your eyes at him before you stood up a little straighter, his hand on your waist making you more alert.
“Okay, now we’re just gonna get into it: last year, you two had a little thing,” she gestured between you both before she lowered her voice jokingly, “that morning after story,” she yell-whispered, “and now tonight, you come matching and- is that the same designer? It is, it is, I knew it. So what’s up? Is this your signal to all of us?”
“I think,” you shrugged softly, “we just like the same designer.”
Lewis laughed, and easily added on, “It’s an honor to be here tonight again. It’s really amazing being in the presence of such beauty.” Lewis told the mic as he gestured to you.
“You look pretty too,” you told him before turning to the host, “cause I picked it.” You winked at her.
The host’s eyes widened, “Oh, okay! So this was planned, this was your plan.” She gestured to your matching ensembles and turned towards the camera, “This is it, guys.”
Lewis nods, “Yeah, it took a while to pick something together but we got there in the end.”
You nodded before you put your hand on the host’s arm, “M’gonna head inside,” you glanced Lewis’ way before looking back at her, “see you both later.”
Before the host could make any sound of protest, you walked off, continuing your fun little game of cat and mouse for the cameras. You kept eye contact with the various envious faces that followed you through the doorway, a grin splitting your lips as they all sneered.
Under your dress, your bullet started vibrating again.
Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels Keep a pussy ho real tight like a kegal (Yeah) Self-esteem high, bank account full Hoes goin' blind tryna look at my jewels Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed If I worried 'bout the hate, I'd be a damn fool
You wished you’d stayed behind with Lewis.
Every step you took into the room made the vibrations get stronger and stronger. You probably looked like you were on something with the way your cheeks were aflame and you grabbed the bannister near you to squeeze it. It was so good, so good because Lewis made it so good.
When you grabbed a flute of champagne to hide your face behind, you began searching for him.
It quickly turned into a game of hot and cold, the vibrations got stronger and milder depending on the direction you chose to walk in. You had no idea which meant you had gotten closer and which meant you were no where close.
But that was part of the game, wasn’t it?
You’d been swallowing down some champagne as a particularly spirited vibration shot through your cunt when someone grabbed your arm. You’d almost shouted, so overcome with relief when you thought it was Lewis finally putting you out of your misery.
But instead it wasn’t Lewis. No, it was the exact opposite of Lewis.
You felt your face fall.
“Hi.” the guy awkwardly said as you pulled your arm from his hand.
“Hi.” You nodded politely as the vibrations died again, and you could kind of focus beyond your frustrations.
“That dress is something, I kept expecting you to end up showing something every time you lifted a leg on those steps.”
You took a deep breath as you turned your body fully towards him and cocked your hip. “Who are you?” You asked rudely, your arm crossed your chest and tucked under the one you held your drink in as the vibrations between your legs grew again.
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t pick up on your lack of interest or hostility at all, nor the fact that someone asking your name at an event like this was not a friendly gesture. He even took the opportunity to lean into your space to tell you his first or last name, which it was you weren’t sure because it was just one name. You instantly nicknamed him ‘Nobody’ in your head.
You lifted your drink to your lips as he began going on a tangent about how he wasn’t sure if he was going to make the Gala (even though he’d mentioned it was his first time), how he was busy in Paris (was he a DJ or a singer? You hadn’t been paying attention), and how he’d be going to Ibiza with friends in the morning (Fuck boy status achieved) cause New York was “so overrated.”
You nodded and bounced on your heels, unable to give him the blank face that couldn’t scared him away when your pussy pulsed between your legs from wherever the fuck Lewis was watching. You were clearly distracted, your body and mind screaming for your lover, but Nobody stayed in front of you.
Easily the worst part about these events was that while you didn’t know who Nobody was, you also didn’t know who Nobody knew. So you couldn’t exactly bite his head off. You were barely more of a newcomer than he was.
The growing vibrations between your legs made him easier to ignore, the sensation convinced you that Lewis was watching. But honestly, how did he expect you to get away when you could barely think straight?
You looked back up at Nobody and found that he hadn’t taken a breath, and was still going about one of his friends, who he claimed you definitely knew, but you didn’t think you knew anyone who would be friends with such a prick, much less take the prick on a helicopter ride with them.
Your eyes glanced around the room nonstop, trying to find the familiar ponytail, a familiar piece of lace hanging off one hip, anything that would’ve made you run to him.
Luckily, he gave into you first.
Lewis’ hand squeezed you as he pressed his front to your side, “Looking for me?” He purred to you, completely ignoring Nobody.
“You knew I was.” You answered, ignoring Nobody too.
“Who are you?” Nobody asked, drawing attention back to himself, stealing Lewis from me, you thought childishly and impatiently.
But then you blanched as you realized that maybe he did realize the connotation of asking someone who they were as he looked down at Lewis.
“Lewis Hamilton.”
You purred into your glass as the vibrations ramped back up.
“Ah,” Nobody nodded condescendingly at Lewis, leaving you completely baffled and appalled at his utter lack of awareness as to who he was talking to, “who are you wearing?” He looked down at Lewis’ outfit with a sneering smile.
With his focus on Lewis, he missed the way you crossed your legs standing up, and squeezed your thighs together. You were focusing hard on the conversation, annoyed even when turned on.
Lewis entertained Nobody’s question, to which Nobody scoffed, “Never heard of them.”
“That’s the point.” Lewis replied smoothly, “I’m here to move the fashion industry forward and part of being here is embracing the future as well as the theme. I’m bringing up and coming American designers to the table.” He name dropped in an almost sincere tone before he gently took your drink from you and paused to take a sip. When he lowered the glass he asked Nobody, “Who are you wearing?”
You turned your head, unable to really hide the grin on your face as you hummed under your breath in place of a moan. Barely able to hold back your sounds, you could feel your nipples pebbled under your lace dress as your arousal grew tremendously at Lewis’ brilliant display.
Nobody stomped away with even trying to not look salty.
“Oh my god, eloquent even when dragging a bitch.” You whined before awkwardly laughing when a vibration hit your core rough.
Lewis laughed, his left hand still in his pocket, “Is that what I did?” He shrugged, “I was just telling the truth.”
“Mhmmmm, sure. Appreciate you sending him running.” you teased before you moaned, your jump making the heart end of the plug slip up a bit and press to your clit when your knees bent, “Oh!”
“Easy there, darling.” Lewis took your arm in his hand and pulled you to the side, “Are you ready for me?”
You looked at him with half lidded eyes, “I’ve been ready for you.” you squeezed his forearm as he moved you towards a door in the back corner, “Could’ve come for me sooner, you know.”
“Oh darling, there’s plenty of time for you to cum.”
You’d never been more turned on.
Your Instagram account seeing more interactions Than your bank account seeing any transactions Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction Why? I'm way too player Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh
Lewis hadn’t touched you the whole ride home. Instead, he’d shoved you into the seat across from him in the limo and made you hold your hands over your head as you spread your legs.
He enjoyed watching your pussy squeeze and drip around the heart in your hole for the whole ride. When the van pulled up in front of the hotel, he leaned forward and smacked your pussy, making your legs shake for the whole walk of shame back into the hotel, Lewis trailing beside you looking much more composed.
By the time you got to the room, you were practically dripping. You squeezed his arm as he led you down the hallway, the vibrations at their strongest. You tripped here and there, a constant hum of a whine coming from your throat as you struggled to stand up right.
The second he got the door open, you kicked your heels across the threshold and pulled Lewis in with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off your feet. You couldn’t stand the idea of opening your legs, so they stayed shut and pressed together instead of wrapping around him as you probably would’ve.
He shoved you over to the vanity, with it’s large golden mirror. He snapped the clip from your hair and shoved your hair and head forward, tousling it so it spilled over your left shoulder and the side of your face.
You watched through your curtain of hair as he pulled the black remote out of his jacket pocket and switched it off. You audibly sighed as he threw it on the vanity next to you and tossed his jacket across the room.
Lewis looked over his own shoulder and turned partially. You could see Roscoe in the background looking at you both and you laughed.
“Other room, go!” Lewis commanded sternly, pointing to the adjourning room that only had one door open now.
You watched and laughed as Roscoe begrudgingly turned and trotted into the room, his father staying turned towards him until the sweet dog was gone from sight.
“Wow, wonder how many times you got to practice that command.” You dryly told him.
“Shush.” Lewis told you with amusement in his voice as he finally turned to give you his undivided attention again.
Catching your eye in the mirror, he winked before you saw his large hands grip the material around he top of the cascade of buttons. The sound of buttons popping almost made you cry for the dress, had it not felt so good to finally be shedding some layers for him.
“Shhh,” he cooed, “I’ll have them sewed back on.”
You smiled and shook your hips happily as he ripped all the buttons right down the back of your dress.
Lewis grabbed the fabric on your shoulders and yanked it down your body to your waist, exposing your still hardening nipples to the reflection before he pushed you over the edge of the vanity.
“Look at you.” He kissed your spine.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he lips pressed to your shoulders that were exposed from your half removed dress. Your tits hung in front of you in the reflection of the mirror as your hips pressed almost painfully to the wooden vanity he bent you over. You watched Lewis’ tongue taste your neck and you moaned from the way he looked into your eyes as he did it.
His hands crept up your body and groped your tits, “Love how ready you always are.”
You giggled at the dirty insinuation. You liked being Lewis Hamilton’s dirty girl.
“Just for you.”
Lewis happily hummed against your skin as he plucked your nipples and ground his pelvis against your ass, letting you feel exactly what you missed.
“This what you came here for?”
You whined at his words as he thrusted his clothed cock against your ass.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, please.” you whimpered.
“Been so long, love.” He kissed the back of your shoulder as he leaned over you, the lace of his shirt rubbed against your back.
“Your fault.” You mumbled back as he stayed pressed to you.
“I know.” He chuckled, “Time and place.”
You scoffed and pushed him back while you pivoted on your heels. Looking at him as he began unbuttoning his own shirt. He was the vision of patience and grace, while you no doubt looked like a panting slut. You dropped to your knees and pulled his pants down, swallowing down his cock the second it bobbed in front of your face. You moaned as the tangy taste of his precum touched your tongue.
Suddenly, the wetness between your legs grew and the pressure at your entrance mounted, and you cried out on Lewis’ cock as your vibrator slipped out of your hole, glistening.
You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it had fallen out of you. With you kneeling on the floor and practically leaving a trail where you walked, it wasn’t that much of a surprise. You still blushed as you heard Lewis groan at the sight. Reaching between your legs, you could feel it had slid behind you a bit. Grabbing it meant leaning all the forward and sucking down his length a bit more. After grabbing the vibrator and chucking it on to the couch you could see in your peripheral vision, you focused on Lewis.
He tasted so good and smelled so good, you took him down your throat until you could rub the tip of your nose against his pelvis. You felt the mesh of his shirt fall against your knee as he finally rid himself of the layer. Curling your fingers into his pants where they hung on his thighs, you shook your face back and forth, stirring your throat with his dick as you stripped him.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed before he pulled your hair, “enough, enough, you can suck me off later.”
You whimpered when he pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hips. The sensation of his thumbs touching your skin and then the dress made you realize you still had the lower half on. He chuckled at your expression and quickly leaned forward. His mouth closed around one of your nipples while his hands shoved your dress over the curve of your ass and let it pool on the floor around your ankles.
“Dammit.” You looked up at him as he shook his head, “I should’ve bent you over in front of that mirror.”
You turned in front of the bed and bent over with your legs spread, showing Lewis your kitty from behind, “This could work?” you shrugged sheepishly.
Lewis grinned at you and smacked your bottom, making you squeal. He shook his head and pushed your side so you rolled on to the bed. He crawled over you playfully as you shuffled back until your head was on the pillows and he hovered over you.
Leaning in, he kissed at your neck, making you sigh as you leaned your head over to give him more room. Your hand went to the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth again. The freshly finished locs were tightly done and each coil was smooth against your palm. When his mouth pressed to your stomach, you tugged on the pile of hair on the top of his head.
“After?” you whined.
“Oh, you know I will.” Lewis told you as he leaned back over you and captured your lips against his own.
Your tongues pressed together as you licked into each other’s mouths. You playfully sucked on his lip before whispering against his lips, “Give it to me.”
Lewis groaned as he ground his hips against yours, giving himself some friction between you both. You whimpered at the heat of his cock on your skin, the smoothness of the tender skin and the little streaks of pre-cum he left on your tummy as he moved his hips against yours. Grabbing your chin, Lewis kissed you hard on the mouth. Pulling away, he pushed on your chest to lower you against the bed as he sat up between your legs.
Looking up at him, he gripped your thighs and tugged you forward. You whined up at his grinning face as his cock pressed and bobbed against your cunt. He looked down at you and bit his lip while his cock twitched.
“Look so wet.”
“Won’t you try it?” You whined with a giggle.
“Try it?” He asked as he gripped and lined himself up with your entrance, “Baby, I think we’re past that.”
“Ohhhhhh,” you cried as he filled you, “so full.”
Lewis squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his hips forward. His hand slapped against your pelvis, his thumb pressed to your clit as he stuffed you. His thumb flew across your clit, making you cry out over and over until he let go and leaned over you again.
“So wet.” He hissed, “Can’t have you the way I want right now, darling.” He stroked your face as he looked down at you.
“Take me how you want.”
As quickly as the words left your mouth, you were breathless as Lewis drove his cock into you, his thick length filled you just the way you remembered. You leaned your head back against the comforter, your back arched as he held your legs hooked over his arms, shoving you on and off his cock with the simple motion of his arms. His skin slapped against yours wetly where you were connected.
It was take two with the way the loud, wet suctioning sounds made you both moan together as he began shallowly thrusting into you just to hear the sound get louder. The wet splashes of your slick gushing around him made your cheeks burn. You’d never been so messy before.
You cried out as he suddenly pulled out and shoved back in, once, then twice. The abrupt emptiness to the abrupt fullness had the air filling with the smell of your sex and your loud whimpers. His hot skin threatened to burn you alive as the knots in your tummy tightened, and with it your pussy.
“M’not even sucking on you.” Lewis mumbled.
Your brain blanked as you tried to understand what he meant, but once you did you slapped his shoulder. He chuckled as he rolled his hips against your own.
“Don’t think that has anything to do with it.” You repeated back to him.
He hooked his forearms back under your knees and got closer to you, plugging himself as deep as possible as you pushed your hands against the headboard. You knew what was coming as soon as you saw the way he was getting close.
You cried out as his hips suddenly piston into you, shoving his cock in and out of you as he pulled his body back and forth. The headboard shook violently, slapping against the wall. Fearing a call that would disrupt the moment, you lowered your hands and sat up on your elbows. Looking down, you got deja vu.
You were stretched to your limit, the rim of your hole so tight around Lewis that the milky slick of your cum dragged between your own cunt and the skin of his cock. Your cunt had a heartbeat, and the lips were puffy and spread, ravaged and sore already.
“Come here.” You whimpered as you reached a hand for him and dropped on to your back.
You groaned against his lips as he leaned over on top of you, moving to that glorious angle inside of you perfectly. When his whimpers against your lips got louder and you felt him swell inside you, you wrapped your legs around his back and crossed your ankles.
When Lewis came, he came in large spurts that filled your cunt with heat as his hips stilled. He savored the feel of you pulsing around him as he filled you. Your thighs tensed over and over around his hips as you milked him and tried to continue to follow your own peak.
“Go on, baby, take what you need.” He mumbled in your ear as he leaned heavily on you, trapping you under him but burying his still hard cock deep inside of you.
I'm finna bust that pussy wide like ten-to-two I got a man, but I find some of you bitches cute Cut the convo short, fuck an interview I wanna show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo I got these boys blushin', lookin' like they Pikachu I'm the hot girl, feelin' like Charizard And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)
“I think we should consider making this more than an annual thing.” You mumbled as your stretched your arms over your head and curled on to your side.
You forced yourself not to think much of his silence, to think more about how soft the bed was, not about how you’d probably wake up alone, think more about what outfit he’d leave you this time.
Lewis suddenly hummed as he draped himself against your back and stroked your side, not saying no but not saying yes either. You pushed away your worries as your body ached from exhaustion and searched for sleep.
You drifted off almost as soon as you closed your eyes.
The next morning, you woke to the sunlight shining through the window on to your face. While last night the skyline had twinkled, this morning it was reflecting all the sunlight right into your room.
You grumbled as you went to roll over, but couldn’t. You jumped as you felt something solid behind you, but the arm you finally realized was around your waist, with a familiar tattoo on the top of the hand, brought you back to reality.
Looking down at your feet, you saw his alongside your own. You couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed the tricolored lump at the very edge of the bed, snoring away happily like his Daddy.
You settled back down with a smile on your face and laid on your side, happy to let the sun shine in your face if not to just be held by a sleeping Lewis.
He hadn’t left after all.
