When the drivers meet Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gaslys childhood friend, Carmella Mason and soon realise that she isn't just her looks.
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Carlos Sainz x oc
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Don't worry I won't leave you like that at the end long chapter next for a long ass smut :) Please vote !! ————————————————————————They woke up next to each other. Her back pressed against his chest as his arm was draped around her waist. Her eyes were wide, her body shaking. His snoring waved into Carmella's ear as his chest raised up and down. Her body was shaking and her mind was racing. What was he doing here? She was supposed to be at her office. Her mind raced back to when he kissed her. The kiss had been so intense and so passionate. It had felt so good to her that she had almost begged him to kiss her again. But instead he insisted she was tired and forced her into bed.
Memories came back one after the other. Fights, hugs, tears, friendships, relationships. She hated it. She hated the feeling of being satisfied. She hated feeling weak towards a man. She knew her father was scolding her in heaven. She had to get out, she had to run.
The arm around her waist tightened its grip as Carlos stirred in his sleep. Did she hate this? Did she hate his toned body and his perfect face? Or did she love him? No, it was too early. They have only been together for 3 months, half of it they weren't talking.
"You're overthinking aren't you?" His low morning voice came into earshot making her forget all her previous thoughts.
"Not after hearing your morning voice," She replied.
"Oh yeah ma, you like it?" He became on top of her and connected their mouths together.
I never thought I could crave someone's touch as much as this. It irritated me how much control he had and how little I had. I needed to touch him everywhere. My hands roam around his body, down his shirt, dup his pants straight towards his bulge. Tracing the outline groans escaped Carlos' mouth. Quickly but surely my hands worked pulling his joggers and boxers down. I bent down and licked the tip of his cock. I stopped.
"Please Carmella," He groaned.
"I have to get to work," Carmella replied.
However as soon as the words left my mouth my back connected with the covers as Carlos towered over me. His hands travelled down my body pulling my shorts down with them. I felt his lips travelling up my leg leaving short kisses, getting closer and closer to my pussy.
He stopped.
"Wait, you have to get to work don't you?" He teased me.
I groaned knowing it was the end for now and got ready for a long day of work. Taking of Carlos big black t-shirt and putting my usual outfit. I walked back into the know lit room seeing my handsome boyfriend in my bed. Walking closer to kiss him goodbye.
"Please don't overwork yourself amor. I'll see you later." He mumbled.
"I need you to promise me something Carlos. Promise me you won't ever leave me."
"I promise Carmella. You are one of the best things that ever happened too me and to leave you would be a great mistake."
Happy with the answer I got into my car and drove to my workplace the Spanish driver not leaving my mind once.
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@carmellamarino04: maybe my passion hasn't gone. everyone is okay apart from the baddies.
