love that piastri is always called the second coming of kimi āicemanā raikkonen and now we get to hear what he himself actually thinks of piastri and he verbatim said actually he couldnāt āhandle the pressureā
people go on and on about loving the idea of devotion to the point of consumption and how love will swallow you whole and turn you into something that is equally starved and also wholly satisfied. but when I, charles marc herve perceval leclerc,
the great thing about nico rosberg is that heās had more therapy than anyone in the world but also heās never gotten over a single thing in his life
Baelorās first marriage had required him to fulfill certain expectations, such as producing an heir who would, when the time came, sit on the throne after he had passed.
He had not felt the sort of desire his brother had to sire many offspring, one was enough to silence those who dared to question his fertility and a second was precaution to ensure the longevity of his bloodlineās reign.
However, having watched you play with Maekarās youngest children with a look of adoration and a nurturing, guiding hand, Baelor felt a tendril of longing wrap around his heart to witness you behave in a similar manner with children whose physical traits, as well as other attributes, were a perfect mixture of both yours and his.
āYou mustnāt move,ā he chided quietly, arm tightening around your waist to discourage squirming.
The soft fabric of his silken robe caressed the bare flesh of your stomach with every shift and rearrangement of your bodies, causing an eruption of goosebumps to rise over your flesh.
āIt feels soā,ā your words were cut off by a whimper escaping your throat, head lolling over his shoulder at the sensation of his pulsating appendage within your passage.
The dizzying sensation of being wholly engulfed by him, whilst enveloping his own fullness within your walls caused your eyes to become unfocused and watery.
Baelor was reclining comfortably into the cushioned thickness of his armchair, the tie of his night robe undone, revealing his loosened silken trousers and thick torso to the heated space of your shared bedchamber.
He had you completely bared and sprawled atop him with your thighs hooked on the arms of the seat, mounted on the twitching, redden length of his cock.
āThis is the best way,ā Baelor moaned lowly when you wriggled your hips, āto guarantee success."Ā
You felt his voice as a physical sensation that entered your ears, trickled down your body and settled pleasantly at the base of your spine, level with where it felt like he was piercing you.
āI know, my love, I know,ā the wanton raspiness that laced his words elicited another shiver out of your trembling form.Ā
It felt like he was residing within the deepest depths of your soul, the fat head of his cock pressing into a sacred part that resided deep within you, one that you had not even known existed until he discovered it.
āI feelāgods, I feel everything.ā you confessed, turning your face to place kisses along the column of his flushed, damp neck, paying extra attention to the visible vein that ran along the length of it.
He had brought you to completion several times and had released inside of you three times in various positions, yet he remained fully, and more than readily, erect with an ever growing and desperate desire to ensure that his seed took. His dedication to seeing you swollen with his child appeared to have given him an insatiable hunger.
Every tiniest movement caused the short, coarse, dark and grey hairs dusted across his chest to ticklishly poke into the flesh of your back.Ā
The combination of your fluids had soaked into the cloth of his trousers and dripped down your inner thighs; each time you imagined the lewd scene the two of you had created, a new spread of heat would travel across your chest, neck, and face.
Baelorās wide, calloused hands slid up your body, not stopping their upwards voyage until they cupped your breasts.
āHave you thought of a name?āĀ
You nodded in reply, fingers threading through the soft hair near his nape, āBut, itās a secret.ā
He playfully nipped at the flesh of your earlobe, āIs it now?ā his arms returned to their embrace around your torso, holding you firmly to him and the warmth he provided.
āYes,ā you sighed, tightening around him until he let out a quiet groan, āone that you will only learn when we are expecting.ā
āThen,ā Baelor began, moving his hands to support the underneath of your thighs as he rose from his seat, holding you wide open and split apart on the girth of his shaft, āI should make certain that you are with child after tonight.ā
āI suppose you should,ā was your cheeky response, a teasing grin etched into your face.Ā
One that, barely a moment later, would be replaced with a surprised, open mouthed expression when Baelor dislodged from within you before mounting you from a new, unfamiliar position.
f!andrea kimi antonelli/sergi avila | 2.3k words | fingering, brief breathplay, undernegotiated kink, vaginal sex, pwp, age gap, rule 63
"I keep telling you, mate, it's the sun," Kimi is cutting fruit for their breakfast juice across from where he's sat, wearing nothing but his shirt. It's more of a brunch he reckons, they'd spent the morning making each other come, and by that he means making Kimi come with his mouth while he rutted against the bed. "It's like it activates something in me. I don't remember being like this on winter."
Kimi's running theory on her horniness is that the sun is making her release more hormones than usual. Sergi isn't sure so sure about that one. Then again, it's not like any of them are overly qualified on the properties of the sun. And he's not complaining, there aren't many things he enjoys more than having sex with her, in fact, he cannot think of a single one right now.
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