Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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GOOD DAY MY DEARS! 

This chapter will start off with SMUT. SO PREPARE. If you don't like smut skip the first part of the chapter! 

Also I got scared by a huge Max Verstappen cardboard-cutout at the grocery store today, bc I thought someone was standing behind me and I turn around to see that?? Like iconic, but he was looking at me like I'm not singlehandedly financing his car for the 2025 season with all the RedBull I drink?? 

Tw: violence, blood

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»Fuck, Kyra!« Charles moaned as the young woman sucked on his chest, definitely leaving a mark. He already felt overstimulated, but the his hands here tied up, restraining him from doing anything about it. The makeshift blindfold didn't help at all, the ability of sight being taken away just strengthened his other senses.

Kyra didn't let Charles whining interrupt her torturously slow way down to where Charles wanted her most. She just kept biting and kissing his tender skin, getting all sorts of noises as a response.

»Hey, you wanted a distraction before the race, so you don't get to complain now.« The amused grin was audible her her voice, her mouth trailing further south until she found another sensitive spot on Charles side.

»Mh, fuck-« The Monegasque huffed, his back arching at the tingling feeling spreading all across his body. »Yes, I know... but-«

Kyra had finally reached his hips. Charles was already undressed so Kyra had free range. Her hands started caressing his thighs, spreading kisses all around Charles cock, driving the man nearly insane.

With one hand she had to nail Charles down by his hip as the other started stroking his dick. Slowly and gently she went up and down his entire length, her thumb brushing over his tip once. A loud moan fell from the mans lips, shaking and panting he begged for more.

Due to limited time, Kyra gave into his wishes. Quickly she prepared herself before sitting down on Charles lap, letting his hard dick sink into her. They both gasped at the sensation, Charles head rolling to the side in relief. She'd been teasing him for way too long long.

As Kyra started riding him, Charles kept his hands to himself, which proved to be even harder than thought. He needed to touch something, the pillow under his head wasn't enough to satisfy the need. He wanted Kyra. Her warm skin under his fingertips, her soft hair he could hold on to, even her T-shirt would do. Anything of hers would be enough to keep him grounded.

»Can I touch you? P-Please?« Charles asked quietly, his voice trembling with pleasure. He wouldn't last long today, he could already tell. There was too much excitement in him, too much he was thinking about to also worry about his stamina. But he knew this was for him, for his nerves, so he wasn't too worried about it. »I need you close.«

Luckily Kyra was in a giving mood. While she was clearly still in charge, she listened more to what Charles wanted, giving it to him more easily and with less begging than usually.

Charles hands weren't tied to anything, so Kyra just pulled them up by the belt connecting them. Pulling up her T-shirt she placed them right on her boobs. Good thing she wasn't wearing a bra.

Of course Charles had touched her breasts before but this was different. In the middle of sex, him not being able to see them, but feel every inch of them... it felt amazing. He squeezed them, massaging them, his thumb and index finger playing with her nipples.

»Keep your hands there-« Kyra was interrupted by an involuntary moan, the slight pain shooting through her breast as Charles twisted one of her nipples a little too hard transforming into pleasure. She'd always been easily pleasured by someone touching her boobs and Charles seemed to know exactly what he was doing, getting just excited by it as Kyra. »You only get to touch those and nothing else. Do you understand?«