heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 12

Monaco, November 2022 - Charles Leclerc

Obviously, I was on top. I thought it was ridiculous how nobody was able to take control over me, especially on sex. And this time wasn't going to be different - or I thought so.

It actually sucked.

But Victoria wasn't the usual girl out there, and in a matter of seconds, she switched our positions on the wide bed, her hands pressing my chest on the matress.

"Oh, I liked that," I told as she chuckled slightly, "a lot."

She then glued her lips to the skin on my neck, seductively licking and sucking on it. I won't deny it, that felt so fucking good. My hands reached for the hem of her shirt and ripped the garment off her perfect body, leaving her in just her bra.

I pushed her back a little, letting myself have a few seconds to process this divine image. Her hair messier than usual, her lips red, her cheeks pink, her skin glowing. Everything was divine.

She pulled up my shirt, leaving my chest and abs exposed. She got off my lap swiftly and took off both my pants and her skirt. She was wearing Ferrari red lingerie.

God heard my prayers.

I layed her down carefully and ran my hands along her curves, stopping near her thigh. I then dragged my fingers lightly over her pussy and she sighed loudly, impatience filling her.

"Can we just fuck, already?"

I shivered from head to toe, a rush of adrenaline threatning to kill me.

"You can do whatever you want, chérie," I replied, completely hypnotised by the sight that Victoria Marino was.

She pressed me again against the matress, returning to my lap. She ripped off both of our underwear and I promisse I had fifteen different outbreaks at the moment.

Her lips crashed against mine, a sloppy kiss taking place as she dragged me into her world even harder, everything burning around us as she played with my lips between her teeth.

"Condoms?," she inquired, her hands resting on my chest.

I couldn't even be wise at the moment.

WHERE ARE THE CONDOMS, FUCK.

I closed my eyes, trying to regain energy to even speak. "Third drawer, bedside table," was what I managed to say.

She opened the drawer and took out a silver package, ripping it with her teeth.

I know you shouldn't do that - but fuck, that was hot.

She lined us and slowly descended, adjusting to my size. When she found it comfortable, she started going down harshly, like it was light work.

Fuck, that's what I meant when I said I wanted someone to control me. She made it perfectly.

Monaco, November 2022 - Victoria Marino

Charles was fucking me deep and hard.

What. A. Man.

"You're so perfect," I heard him say from behind me.

"Charles," I sighed as response, as I couldn't think straight.

I felt a slap on my ass as he sped up inside me, making my skin burn. I needed more.

I heard a low groan coming from his mouth as his veins thickened inside of me, driving me crazy. Beads of sweat ran down my body and my hand gripped the sheet as I was trying to stay alive and deal with the pleasure.