Formula 1 | One Shots

Good Girl 🔥| Max Verstappen

Authors Note: Spicy Story. 18+ 

Done in reader's POV. 
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It was a rainy and cold day in Monaco. Days liked this made me enjoy comfortable sweatpants and staying in. Max had training, so I was home alone. I poured myself a glass of wine and I curled up on the couch with my latest guilty pleasure, a steamy romance novel that I couldn't put down. Since I had some alone time, I figured it wouldn't do any harm. This particular book was a hate to love trope of a successful and dangerous businessman and his assistant. I blushed as I cracked the book open to where I left off last time.

My thighs were clenched together reading the current chapter I was on. As I was reading I couldn't help but picture Max and I as the main characters. I felt my arousal growing the more I read.

I was so turned on that I started to lightly move my finger over my wet panties for some relief. I was about to touch myself, when I heard the front door locks. I immediately removed my hand from my pants and tried to act casual. My cheeks were red hot from almost getting caught.

The front door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Max stepping into the apartment, fresh from the gym and his training session. His hair was damp with sweat, and his white shirt showed the outline of his muscular body. He looked every bit the athlete he was, and I couldn't help but drool at the sight of him.

We had been dating for 3 years and I still got butterflies every time. "Hey, babe," he greeted, his voice warm. He dropped his gym bag by the door and made his way over to me, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "What are you up to?"

"Just reading," I replied, my heart fluttering at his question and my cheeks growing red. I tried to casually shift the book so he couldn't see the cover, but Max was too quick for me.

"What book is it?" he asked, as he plopped down beside me on the couch. He reached out and snagged the book from my hands before I could protest.

I embarrassingly watched as he scanned the cover and then flipped through a few pages. His eyebrows shot up, and a slow smirk spread across his face. "Well, well, what do we have here? A bit of light reading?"

"Max!" I exclaimed, trying to snatch the book back, but he held it out of my reach, his grin widening.

"This is quite... explicit," he said, clearly amused. He finally handed the book back to me, but not before a mischievous look crossed his face. "Why don't you read me a bit?"

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I can't read this to you, Max."

"Why not?" he asked, leaning in closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "I'd love to hear you read it. Come on, just a little. I promise I won't judge."

I took a deep breath and opened the book, finding the page I'd been on. My voice was shaky at first, but I began to read, the words feeling even more scandalous now that I was sharing them aloud.

Max listened intently, his gaze never leaving my face. As the scene grew more heated, I noticed his breathing becoming a bit heavier, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"Keep going," he murmured, his voice husky. His fingers began to trace slow patterns on my thigh, inching higher.

I tried to focus on the book in front of me, but Max's touch was incredibly distracting. I continued to read, my voice shaking slightly as he slid his hand inside the hem of my pants. His fingers against my bare skin made me shiver.

"Max..." I whispered, barely able to keep still.

"Shh, just keep reading," he encouraged, his lips brushing against my ear. His hand moved higher, his fingers dancing closer to where I yearned for him. The combination of his touch and the erotic story I was reading aloud was driving me wild.

My breath hitched as he finally reached his destination, his fingers teasing the edges of my underwear. He traced the outline, his touch light. "You're so wet baby," he whispered, his voice filled desire.

I could barely focus on the book now. My voice trembled as I continued to read, each word a struggle as Max's fingers teased me, sliding beneath the fabric to stroke my throbbing clit.

"Max, please," I gasped, unable to take the teasing any longer.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked, his fingers not moving anymore.

"I want you," I confessed. "I want you to do everything I've been reading about."

His eyes darkened even further, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. He pulled away just enough to speak, his voice low and rough. "Keep reading."

I did as he asked, my voice a whisper as I described the actions of the characters in the book. Max followed along, his hands and mouth mimicking the movements described on the page. He slid my pants down longer, his fingers slipping inside my underwear to find me wet and ready for him. His touch was gentle, his fingers moving in slow, yet firm strokes that made me moan loudly. 

He kissed his way down my neck, his lips and tongue leaving their marks. His free hand slid up my shirt, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple through the fabric of my bra. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, and I found myself arching into his touch, craving more.

He slipped one finger into me, causing me to drop the book altogether. I threw my head back in pleasure. Another finger and I was an unraveling mess. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. He was pumping two fingers into me while using his thumb to rub my clit. He bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

"Maxxxxx, I'm soooo close," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"I know, baby," he replied, his voice filled with lust. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart in my arms."

His words did it for me. With a final, shuddering gasp, I came, my body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. Max held me through it, his fingers never stopping until I came down from my high.

He kissed me passionately, a satisfied smile on his lips. "I think we should read together more often," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I think you might be right, but we haven't finished the chapter where Mr. Beaumont fucks his assistant roughly on the bathroom sink."

He looked at me in awe, and I was unsure where my sudden confidence came from. That was a green light for him. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me closer with desire. He brought us over to the bathroom and set me down on the sink. His eyes trailed down my body and his eyes darkened with lust. I could see the huge bulge pressing against his gym shorts.

"Do you think you can handle another round, I'm just getting started with you? Such a good girl."