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danielricciardof1mx a day ago
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McLaren | Zak Brown | Twitter
Proud CEO 馃槀
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livetogether--diealone a day ago
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Take me back to Monza.
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landogrf 2 days ago
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mika-loverjoy 14 hours ago
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Max: In my defence the dude was asking for it.
Lando:
Lando: y-yeh that's the point...
Daniel: Max we work at a help desk.
Max: I SAID IN MY DEFENCE
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bigricsfavorite 16 hours ago
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Lando, Daniel, and Pato having consecutive driver numbers of 3, 4, and 5 in one racing team is just so fucking cute and poetic to meee
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nameis-c 2 months ago
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Send help pls
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miklaren a month ago
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鈥渨here鈥檚 my tree? did you kick my tree over?鈥
鈥渨hat鈥檚 happened? what鈥檚 happened to my tree?鈥
鈥渙i! get off my tree! someone鈥檚 touching my tree!鈥
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monzadando 2 months ago
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eight times Lando called Daniel "Danny/Danny Ric" + one time Daniel鈥榮 knees were weak
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engineboys 2 months ago
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two single guys on stream
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eldiablowithingasly 3 months ago
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Lando and Mick was a duo i didn't know i needed but that i absolutely adore 馃ズ
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jean-loo a month ago
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The way Carlos hold聽Lando鈥檚 neck...
Carlos Sainz Sr., Lando Norris & Charlotte Sefton | Abu Dhabi GP 2021 - 漏Jerry Andre
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lights-out-in-monte-carlo a month ago
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This picture 鉂わ笍馃А
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to-dare-is-to-do a month ago
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we have been indeed
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bigricsfavorite 23 days ago
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If my future boyfriend won't post me on his page with a "my sunshine" caption, I'm dropping him.
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nameis-c 2 months ago
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My sincerest apologies to my family as well
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miklaren a month ago
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head 2 head with fxpro (full video)
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kosite a month ago
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p3 for tha boy馃コ
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edie-baby 4 months ago
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Can we please have a smut with Lando where he鈥檚 never been that dominant before and decides to try it one evening
whiskey soaked cherries | lando norris smut
summary: Lando Norris decides one day that he'd like to try dominating his partner, and well, he's actually pretty good at it.
word count: 4541
warnings: swearing, smut; face sitting, choking, bound wrists, daddy + sir kink, hint of a breeding kink, aftercare
notes: i'm sorry this took so long, i kind of got carried away
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There were always a few indicators when Lando Norris was thinking. It was a common occurrence, the man was an over-thinker till the end, yet it meant he never did anything without being sure. There were levels to his thinking moods however, and they usually gave away the true depth of his immersion in his brain.
Level one: glazed eyes, and slow reaction times. Often when you spoke to him during this time, it would take multiple seconds for him to even acknowledge that you had said something, the journey from his head to in front of you could take a while, but he was usually pretty easy to distract.
Level two: sitting completely still and not blinking. The first few times you saw him lost in thought like this, you were unnerved. He could stare at a spot on the floor for five minutes, unblinking, the only indicator of life being the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic breaths falling from his lips were reassuring in this state. You had noticed once that he was so lost in thought he didn鈥檛 breathe for multiple moments. Your head was against his chest, the subtle movements you had felt for many hours before that ceased, and after a few too many seconds, he gulped down a gasping breath. This level was usually reserved for racing thoughts, strategies and tracks all consuming within his chaotic brain.
Level three: mindlessly walking, parted lips, slow, laboured breaths. You had seen Lando like this only once, walking around his house for nearly an hour, never reacting to your voice, never stopping for longer than it took for him to pivot and turn back around at a dead-end hallway. The day after you saw him like this, he had asked you to move in with him.
Level four: laid still on the floor, arms folded across his chest, eyes closed, lights on. You had only heard of this Thinking Lando, Jon and Charlotte having caught him laid in offices or empty rooms on the floor, looking like a perfectly posed corpse. You questioned him about it, and he had never had a true answer for you, something about the rigidity of the floor was grounding whilst his closed eyes let him wander as far as he wished.
But level five, you weren鈥檛 entirely sure existed. So, when you arrived home after work one day to a completely dark house, curtains and blinds drawn with every source of light turned off or obscured, you were rightfully shit scared.
鈥淟ando? Honey, I鈥檓 home!鈥 You called, your voice wavering slightly as it bounced off the walls of the entryway, travelling through the house in eerie echoes.
鈥淚n the living room.鈥 Lando replied, his voice oddly composed, and you began traversing though the house, avoiding walls and furniture from memory. You were tempted to use the flashlight on your phone to get an idea of what was going on, but figured you trusted your boyfriend enough.
鈥淗ey baby, what鈥檚 with the lights?鈥 Your voice was laced with confusion, eyes trying to find the silhouette of the man speaking from somewhere within the room, but you were completely lost.
鈥淚鈥檝e been thinking.鈥 He simply replied, goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath fanned on the back of your neck. You thought his voice had travelled from the other side of the living room, but there was right behind you. You tried leaning back, desperate for some contact in the makeshift sensory deprivation room you had found yourself in, but he was gone. You jumped when you felt his hand brush against your calf, his other hand tracing up the outside of your leg to your thigh. You sighed in relief, the barest of touches from him always made you feel alight with pleasure.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 usually think like this. What鈥檚 on your mind?鈥 You asked, voice breathy as you felt the constantly moving palms on your legs, the skirt you had worn that day a barrier between where you really wanted him, and the rough calloused hands that left goosebumps in their wake. He didn鈥檛 dare move the hem of your skirt, choosing to roam over it with lazy strokes.
鈥淚 want to try something with you. But, I need your full consent, and we need ground rules.鈥 Lando replied, the languid strokes turning to loving touches, the brief brush of his fingertips against a scar on your knee, the same fingers caressing a path down your calf to remove your shoes.
鈥淵ou know I鈥檇 trust you to do anything. Anything you want to do, I consent to 100%.鈥 Your voice was sure, strong and assured. You felt Lando鈥檚 fingers still for a bare moment, a long intake of air telling you Lando was revelling in the romantics of your words. He often did that when you spoke about your admiration for him, honey-sweet words warming his heart like nothing else.
鈥淣o, I need you to listen to this. I want your explicit consent.鈥 Lando continued, his words firmer, causing anxiety to swirl in your stomach for a brief moment before you realised exactly who he was. It was Lando, your chaotic boyfriend who screamed instead of laughing. A man you had been hopelessly in love with for nearly three years, who treated you like a goddess, who worshipped you for your flaws as much as your perfections.
鈥淥kay. So tell me.鈥 You stated. There was no question, no anxiety, no confusion in your words. Because you knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew he knew you just as well, if not better. His fingers, which had still been brushing against your skin like a whisper suddenly gripped into the skin of your thighs, a comforting presence as he prepared to let the words tumble from his lips.
鈥淚 want to be in charge. I want to have complete control over you. For you to submit to me. Be one hundred percent mine to do whatever I want to do. I want to tie you up, have you completely at my mercy. I want to pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you鈥檙e begging me to stop, that you can鈥檛 take it anymore. And then I鈥檓 going to give you one more, because I can, and because I get to decide what happens to you. I want to drive my cock into your pussy until tears of pleasure stain those gorgeous cheeks of yours. I want to spank you until you can no longer sit down. I want to wrap my hand around that little throat of yours until you see the stars I see in your eyes every day. I want to cover your body in marks, fingerprints, hickeys, bites, whatever I can to make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. And after all that, I want to cum inside this pussy, because it鈥檚 mine and no one else鈥檚.鈥 Lando growled, his grip on your thighs wavering as he detailed his fantasy, one that you were all too happy to bring to life.
鈥淵es. I consent. To all of it. I鈥檓 yours Lando, and I trust you with every fibre of my being.鈥 You spoke clearly, wanting him to hear just how willing you were to help him fulfill the dreams he had obviously been thinking of all day.
At your reassuring words, Lando surged forward, his eyes obviously more adjusted to the dark room than yours as he found your lips with ease, finally indulging you in your own desires of finally having his lips against yours after a day spent apart. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp leaving your mouth and allowing Lando鈥檚 tongue to move slowly against yours. His hands, still with a grip on your thighs, slid them apart, which allowed him to shuffle further forward on his knees.
His lips travelled to your neck, nipping, licking and sucking on the flesh that he knew would make you whimper. Your hands, previously resting on his muscled forearms, reached for the lamp next to you, your eyes desperate to see the hungry look you knew was plastered on his face. The warm light flickered on, bathing his tanned skin in rays of honey-gold that only served to make him look more like a God among men than he already seemed to you.
鈥淕et up. Go to the bedroom. When I get there, I want you naked and spread on the bed for me. You鈥檙e at my mercy tonight, darling, so you best not disobey or there鈥檒l be hell to pay.鈥 Lando growled, the intrusion of the light having snapped the remaining thread that held the usually sweet, albeit passionate and hungry, man that you had been sleeping with for so long.
Your breath caught in your throat, the dominance Lando was showing shot heat and pleasure to your core in a way you had never experienced. You stood quickly, beginning a fast walk toward your shared bedroom. Charged nerves surged through your body when you heard Lando鈥檚 steps trailing behind you, your hands moving in a frenzy to rid the clothes covering the body Lando was about to devour. When you finally got into your room, you only had a black lace thong remaining, so you threw it across the room and dove onto the bed just in time for the shirtless Brit to appear in the doorway with an impressed look on his features.
鈥淚鈥檓 surprised, and almost disappointed. I was sure I鈥檇 get to punish you tonight, but I guess I鈥檒l have to leave that for another day. Look at you though, all laid out and ready for me like the needy little whore you are. I bet you can鈥檛 fucking wait to be wrapped around my cock, to be filled up with my cum and feel it drip down your thighs.鈥 Lando鈥檚 words had you keening, your body almost curling in on itself as he spoke all the words, pressed all the buttons that you didn鈥檛 know you had. You already felt like you were dripping onto the sheets beneath your body, and from the way Lando鈥檚 eyes were transfixed on your pussy, you were sure he could confirm your hypothesis.
He started towards you, kicking himself off the door frame with a smirk that would make you jump his bones at any given moment. His gaze was predatory, planning all the different ways he could tear you apart and put you back together before you would be sobbing with pleasure, overstimulated to the point of pleasing pain. Lando stopped as his shins met the side of the bed, staring down at you like prey. You whimpered, this new dominant side of your boyfriend was ruining you, and you wished for it to never end.
鈥淧lease, Lando, touch me.鈥 You whimpered, skin alight with anticipation and wanton lust, your hairs standing on end, waiting for the prickling feeling to dissipate with the touch of his skin against yours.
鈥淧lease Daddy. And I鈥檒l decide when you get touched.鈥 Lando growled, the title more of a command than a suggestion, and that alone had your body curling.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry Daddy.鈥 The name tasted like whiskey soaked cherries on your tongue; all sweet and spicy, innocent and sensual, an invitation and an offering. A spark behind Lando鈥檚 eyes let you know exactly how much he liked the keening way you spoke, and in barely a moment, his body was covering yours.
Your legs already opened wide for him, allowing his hips to slot in right between your thighs, your wet core lining up with his denim covered cock, already straining against the material purely from words spoken and the way the light from the lamp in the corner made your pussy glisten with its juices. His hands beside your head caged you in, holding the weight of his torso and unbridled dominance from crushing you.
Your breath came out shaky, bottom lip quivering in anticipation of feeling his lips on yours, every muscle in your body working to keep you from launching upwards and taking exactly what you wanted. Lando granted those wishes, diving down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, the frustration he usually held back while fucking you finally manifesting itself as hot, fiery passion. He needed this release, and you were the perfect vessel to release into. Every nip of his teeth, stroke of his tongue and bare touch of his fingers against your naked skin, it was too much and not enough.
鈥淚 need you to tell me if you need me to stop, we need a safeword. Use it if I go too far, or if I hurt you, or if you just need a second. Because I don鈥檛 want to lose myself in you and not realise I鈥檓 doing something wrong.鈥 Lando spoke, breathless from the head spinning kiss, and you almost cooed, there was really nothing Lando could do to you that would hurt you, and it was sweet that he still didn鈥檛 understand that fact, but you followed along for his peace of mind.
鈥淥range.鈥 You replied, almost instantly. The colour was so deeply ingrained in your relationship that you felt it both fitting and comforting, and Lando agreed as he nodded along, repeating the word in his mind and tying alarm bells and stop signs to it.
鈥淕ood. Now sit on my face.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry what?鈥 You squeaked, the request having given you whiplash, and as you stared into Lando鈥檚 eyes, no hin of remorse or asking, you realised the man was dead fucking serious.
鈥淒id I stutter?鈥 Lando asked again, his eyes glaring at your face as you continued to try and process the last seventeen seconds, but when your body was flipped from lying comfortably against your mattress to straddling a muscled chest, you realised you鈥檇 have to be a lot quicker to keep up with Lando tonight.
鈥淚f I have to ask you one more time, you won鈥檛 like what happens.鈥 Lando growled, the deep tones of his domineering voice filling the room and hanging heavily in the air. You looked down to his face, his chin barely five centimetres from your pussy, and decided it was now or fucking never. So you shuffled awkwardly up the bed, apparently too slow for Lando, because he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged your body to exactly where he wanted it. Your dripping core suspended above him, his nose brushing your clit each time your thighs spasmed in your pleasure.
鈥淚s this okay Daddy?鈥 You whispered, your hands gripping the headboard in front of you like a lifeline. Lando鈥檚 entire body spasmed, his arms tensing around your thighs and pulling your wet cunt to his face just as a guttural moan tore from the depths of his chest, his arms shaking with the force of containing whatever beast had just been awoken inside of him.
Lando ate you out with a ferocity you had never expected a man to possess, his tongue lapped, tasted, prodded and fucked through your folds like a man starved. His nose brushed your clit every so often, jolting your hips and causing you to ride his face until a swift slap warmed your ass cheeks.
鈥淪orry Daddy.鈥 You mumbled, embarrassment warming your cheeks as the pleasure built up much faster and harder than ever before. Lando slid one of his calloused digits into your cunt, his mouth moving to focus on your clit, sucking and licking at the bundle of nerves while you clenched around his fingers with a passion.
鈥淵ou better not cum until I say you can.鈥 Lando鈥檚 voice was muffled, but you understood exactly what he meant. Your whimper that followed made Lando chuckle, and you moaned as the vibrations and exhaled breath hit your core and made your entire body convulse, the pleasure was blinding, but your brain was fixated on not cumming until Lando allowed you to.
Your body was so hot with pleasure, your vision coated white to the point you didn鈥檛 know if your eyes were open or closed, and your perception of time had vanished long ago. Lando could have been eating you out for five minutes or five hours, you had no clue anymore, all you knew was that it felt so good, and it was Lando making you feel this way.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e doing so good baby, fuck. If you keep making those sounds I might cum before you even touch me.鈥 Lando鈥檚 voice brought you back to reality, as you had been so lost you didn鈥檛 realise you had been moaning, the sounds of pleasure verging on screams as you passed 鈥榓bout to cum鈥 and entered 鈥榓bout to pass out鈥.
鈥淵ou make me feel so good Daddy. So fucking good, shit.鈥 Your reply was garbled, moans and whimpers cutting off words. Lando hummed, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking exceptionally hard as his fingers curled just the right way, and you knew you were a goner.
鈥淐um now baby girl.鈥 Lando mumbled, syllables lost to the flesh of your pussy, but you got the message. The relief that coated your body was like cold water on a hot summer day, drenching your screaming senses in a blanket of calm, your vision returning in flashes of colour, your ears ringing with high pitched screams, ones which you realised after a moment were your own sounds of pleasure. Lando continued his ministrations as you came down, prolonging your pleasure while you regained consciousness and became fully aware of what was happening around you.
Lando stopped, his eyes opening to see you already staring down at him in awe, and he helped you move from your position over his head to laying beside him on the bed, your skin already shining with a thin coat of sweat.
You looked over at your boyfriend, disbelief in your eyes as you stared at the wetness covering the bottom half of his face, and some of his neck. He looked smug as ever, a sliver of your young boyfriend shining through the dominant facade he had on tonight, but as soon as you started picking out the familiar pieces, his eyes turned cold again, the smirk being replaced with a tensed jaw. Your heart stopped for a moment, the one-eighty made your pussy flutter around nothing, and suddenly you were painfully aware of just how empty you felt.
鈥淐an I touch you?鈥 You asked, eyes wide and innocent, your bottom lip pouting as you looked up at Lando, hoping to run your hands across his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the taut skin, to drag your nails across his thighs, dig your fingers into his skin as he fucks you.
鈥淒o you want to try asking that again?鈥 Lando replied, his tone almost patronising as he looked at you, practically vibrating with desperation to touch him. It filled him with unbelievable pride, to have you so wanting just to feel him, it stroked his ego more than winning any Grand Prix ever could.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry sir. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.鈥 You whimpered, the new title falling from your lips naturally, and though he hadn鈥檛 answered you, or granted you permission to touch him, he pounced.
His lips collided with yours, sharing the taste of you in the kiss and you moaned at the sensation, your nails reaching up to claw at Lando鈥檚 back. His hands where everywhere, grabbing your tits with rough hands, flicking your nipples with calloused skin, gripping your hips with intent to bruise, desperate to leave the evidence of his claim on you. His lips traced the familiar path to your jaw, up to your ear where he sunk his teeth into the lobe, letting his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.
Except the sweet nothings tonight were anything but.
鈥淐an鈥檛 wait to fill you up with my cum. Watch it drip out of you and then fuck it back into you with my fingers. Gonna make you a mummy, huh? Have you walking around the paddock with my baby in you. That way everyone knows you鈥檙e mine and that I was the one that fucked you so good.鈥 The filthy words being fed right into your ear, along with the strong grip on your hips and the rolling of Lando鈥檚 hips pressing his bulge into your core was going to make you go feral.
鈥淔uck me, sir. Put your baby in me please. Wanna be a mummy for you.鈥 You purred, the words rolling off your tongue in waves that sent shivers down Lando鈥檚 spine. He leant back, sat back on his haunches as he took in the sight of your body, still trembling slightly from the powerful orgasm. He slowly undid his belt, your eyes trained on the movements his hands made, biting your lip as you got one step closer to seeing his cock, a sight you could and would never tire of. With his belt gripped tightly in his hands, Lando made a decision he would never regret.
He scooped your hands up in one of his, the other holding the belt, and positioned your hands above your head, fingers brushing against the headboard. He looped the belt through the wrought iron, fastening the leather around your hands tight enough to keep them there, but not tight enough to do any damage to you. You tugged on the restraints lightly, pouting when you found there wasn鈥檛 enough give to touch Lando while he fucked you into the mattress.
Lando gave the restraints a few investigative tugs, and when there was little movement and he was satisfied with the results, he leaned back, staring down at you yet again. You were starting to think he was getting more enjoyment out of just staring at you than anything else.
With heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the headboard as you attempted to break free of the belt holding your wrists hostage, Lando finally began removing his sinfully tight black jeans. He pushed them down his legs with a carefree attitude, as though he had all the time in the world, whilst you were squirming around on the bed, desperate to get a look at, a hold of, a taste of what was hidden now by the thin black cotton that stretched over his painfully hard cock.
鈥淚f you keep squirming like that, I鈥檒l tie your ankles next to your wrists and fuck you like that. Is that what you want?鈥 Lando growled, pausing in his tantalising show of getting undressed to glare at you. You halted almost immediately, the image of Lando plowing into you while your wrists and ankles were bound together. You gulped, the vision was certainly tempting, however your pussy wouldn鈥檛 be able to take such a beating.
鈥淣o sir. I鈥檓 sorry sir.鈥 You whimpered back, your words sent shocks of electricity through Lando鈥檚 body, and having abandoned his teasing display, he tore his underwear off and climbed onto your bed in a hurry.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping a few times and letting out a shuddering sigh. His eyes cut to yours, a blazing fury warming them from the usual cool blue green to a warm green that made your pussy flutter. He slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds, biting his lower lip to contain the moans that were ready to fall past his lips. Your fists clenched around the belt, desperate for something to hold onto.
Lando thrust his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both moaned, the sweet relief of finally wrapping your velvety walls around his cock was overwhelming. Quite quickly, Lando set a punishing pace, his hips rolling out of you before snapping back to meet yours, his pubic bone putting delectable pressure on your clit, forcing moans out of your lips at an alarming rate.
His hands held a death grip on your hips, keeping your squirming body in its place while he used your body for his own pleasure. Your moans became louder, his hips forcing his cock deeper into your cunt, but Lando didn鈥檛 like that.
鈥淵ou shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?鈥 He spoke, his right hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing around the sides. The pressure only added to your mounting pleasure, Lando squeezing intermittently when you let out a particularly loud moan, reducing you to a pile of whimpers and pleas.
His hips began stuttering, the pleasure he was feeling overwhelming the perfect pace he had set. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into your hungry cunt, clenching around him like you were trying to pull his entire being into you. And maybe you were, if he kept this up, you were never going to let him out of you again.
鈥淔uck, I鈥檓 so close.鈥 He whimpered, the first show of your usual Lando shining through, his hips moving with a renewed vigor. You couldn鈥檛 form words, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust, forcing your body higher up the bed, your arms still bound above your head. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, and for a moment all you saw were stars, the pleasure of your second orgasm ripping through your body like a tidal wave. Each atom in your body was torn apart and stitched back together with the threads of Lando鈥檚 hot seed and rough hands.
Lando pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down your thighs for a moment before he jumped from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite as quickly as he could on shaky legs. You could hear the tap running, and after a few moments, he returned with a wet rag and your favourite lotion, leaving the bottle on the side table while he cleaned the mess between your thighs, becoming entranced with the sight for another moment before he finished up, tossing the dirty cloth into the ensuite. Lando crawled up the bed to you, undoing the belt that had begun to rub your wrists raw, and with your finally free hands, you cupped your boyfriend鈥檚 cheeks, pulling him into a sweet kiss to stop the steam train of thoughts inevitably running through his head.
With soft hands and caring eyes, Lando began rubbing the lotion onto your red wrists, kissing the skin briefly, then leaving another sweet kiss on your lips.
鈥淲as that okay?鈥 He whispered, insecurity rearing its head yet again, and you couldn鈥檛 help but giggle at the nervous look he was giving you.
鈥淢ore than okay, baby. That was amazing. 10/10 would try again.鈥 You giggled, caressing his shoulders with slow hands, grateful to finally be feeling his skin again.
鈥淲ell, I wouldn鈥檛 be mad at that. I have some ideas.鈥 Lando replied, a cheeky lilt to his voice as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to cover you both.
鈥淥h, do you now? I鈥檓 all ears.鈥
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monzadando a month ago
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mika-loverjoy 2 months ago
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I don't know either man.
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