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What He Deserves (gr63)

↳ A/N I have had this desire vision in my mind of having marble statue George Russell crying with pleasure while getting pegged for a while now. Of course, what else did you expect me to do but write it into reality? Thank you to @sadiethekoala for beta reading (and commenting on like every single line - I adore you). Also, this NSFW art inspired it <3

↳ Summary: George just won in Monaco and there's only one way he wants to celebrate. You wouldn't dream of saying no to his request; not when he deserved the world, and more.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 9.2k

↳ Warnings: 18+, NSFW, pegging, sub!George and softdom!Reader, erotic massage, handjobs, anal fingering, rimming, prostate stimulation, overstimulation and multiple orgasms (lotsss of cum), male and female masturbation, minor mentions of feet (but not in the kinky sense, more playful, but I'll put it as a warning anyways), choking, finger sucking, hair pulling, dirty talk and lots of praise, he cries from pleasure, use of toys (strap (obviously), cockring, and vibrator).

The moment you were in the privacy of his apartment, George was grabbing your arm and pulling you close, barely giving you a second to set your purse on the kitchen island before he was taking you over. His hands cradled your face as his lips lingered against yours for an off centered kiss and your arms were strewn around his shoulders to hold onto him. George parted your lips with his and deepened your kisses until your tongue was helping itself to his mouth.

He moaned softly and kept up with you expertly, filling the quiet apartment with the sounds of your wet kisses as his hands slid down from your neck to your chest and around your hips. He held you right up against him hungrily, kissing you like his life depended on it, like he had been deprived of you for ages. After winning in Monaco, he only wanted to come home and celebrate with you.

Pulling away from his sweet lips, you licked your own and spoke to him softly, “Let’s go to bed.”

He nearly grinned and let his hands fall into yours, “Yes, please.”

You walked down the short hallway together to the bedroom at the end of the hall and right away George took the initiative to start undressing; starting with his shoes and socks and then his shirt. As much as you loved undressing him yourself, the obvious eagerness he had to get himself out of his clothes made you watch fondly. For a moment, he stared right back at you as if expecting you to stop him. When his shirt was dropped to the floor and he reached for his slacks, you stepped forward to stop him with your hands on his.

“That’s my job.” you reminded him softly, staring into his eyes as you nudged his hands away and popped the button on his pants yourself.

George licked his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, sharing passionate kisses that stemmed from the lust that grew from your shared pride of his blossoming career and the love that followed right along with it. Blindly, you pushed down the small zipper on his pants and George moaned softly into your kiss, raising a hand up to the back of your neck to hold your lips on his as you undressed him.

“I need you.” he breathed into your mouth. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.”

You nipped at his bottom lip and tugged open the front of his jeans to let your hand slide in, earning your first feel of him against your palm as his underwear struggled to hide the sizable bulge he was sporting since leaving the paddock. He withered in front of you at your faint touch and you offered him soft kisses as you palmed him warmly over the fabric and rubbed your gentle hand over the shape of his hard cock.

“Baby.” he whimpered against your lips, his accent thick and warm. He raised his hands up to your face again as his eyes fluttered closed and he ground discreetly towards your touch.

“You’re a good boy.” you chuckled warmly against the corner of his mouth. He turned his head slightly and you pressed a slow kiss to his cheek before whispering against his ear, “You were such a perfect fucking boy today…you deserve to be worshiped…touched…adored.”

“I’m your good boy.” he whispered, already falling into the headspace of lust and desire that hazed his filter to nothing.

“Mhm.” you smiled against his cheek even as his gentle grasp on the sides of your neck tightened when you squeezed the shaft of his cock through his underwear.

“Oh God.” he choked out faintly.

You took your free hand and stroked his cheek as you offered, “Let’s get you comfortable.”

George shuffled his jeans off the rest of the way while you tended to the bed to create a cozy little set up for him. You took all the pillows and fluffed them up against the headboard so he had a comfortable spot to lay back against while still being somewhat propped up and he gladly moulded into the cradle of pillows in only his boxers, biting back his eager smile.

His hair was still a little damp at the ends from his post-race shower and as you took your place on top of him, one leg on either side of his lap, you let your hands trail down his toned body laid out before you. He was warm to touch and when your palms rested still over his chest, you could feel his heavy heartbeat thudding all for you behind his sculpted muscle and smooth skin. The way he stared up at you was glorious and you found yourself physically pulled towards him for a taste of that expression that craved you.

George’s lips fit with yours so perfectly and you rested against his chest as you kissed slowly, savouringly, skin pressed to skin in the artificial light of your shared bedroom. It was always better with the lights on; you always wanted to be able to look at him as much as you could. He was a masterpiece to you and you were completely in love with him and every inch of his body.

When you pulled away from his lips, George lifted his head from the pillows to try and chase you for more, exhaling softly when you sat back without giving him more. You rubbed his chest with your soft hands and he stared up at you as you straddled his lap and his fingers ghosted over your thighs impatiently.

“There’s my pretty boy.” you breathed, pushing your fingers through his messy brown hair and down the side of his face in a loving caress, encouraging him to lean into your touch with heavy eyelids. You tisked quietly, “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can you touch me please?” he asked with a soft smile.

“Of course, my love.” you leaned down to give him one more quick kiss, “Let me grab a few things. Take off your underwear for me.”

When you moved off the bed and crouched down to slide out the box from underneath it, George hurried to shove his underwear down his legs and he threw it off the end of the bed with the excitement that burned within him. You always knew how to treat him well and your shared collection that took up a section of space under your bed was only proof of that.

From inside the box you took out your purple dildo and black leather harness as well as the bottle of lube, massage oil, and a black silicone cockring. The box was left open on the floor as you returned to the bed where George had been sitting on his hands to keep from touching himself without permission.

There was a look of pride in his eyes as he looked at you, wanting you to praise him for his obedience and for his impressive boner that was standing tall in the cool air of the bedroom. The sight of him laid out nude for you always had a way of making your pussy throb from a single glance and you licked away your smile at the thoughts that whirled through your mind…all the things you could do to him.

“Beautiful, sexy man.” you breathed.

Resting back against the plentiful pillows, George watched as you joined him on the bed again and set your chosen items to the side. He reached a foot up to poke your stomach, “Are you going to get naked too?”

You peaked a brow at him, asking tauntingly, “Do you want me to?”

“Obviously.” he pulled a face back.

“Only if you use your manners, naughty boy.” you tisked, although you were already raising up onto your knees to pop the button on your jeans.

“Please take off your clothes for me, ma’am.” George asked formally, letting his eyes soak up your body as you shuffled out of your pants and then pulled off your shirt, discarding both articles to the floor. He slid his foot between your legs to rub against your cunt, “Bra and panties too, love.”

“Since when are you in charge here, huh?” you shoved his leg away but stripped completely bare nonetheless.

George licked his lips as he admired you and he tucked his hands behind his head proudly, “I think I deserve to look at my beautiful girlfriend after such a successful day.”

You slid your hands up his thighs and leaned in towards his face, hovering your lips just in front of his with a playful whisper, “I decide what you deserve tonight.”

You gave him a kiss. Then two. And then you were wrapping a hand around his throat as you forced your tongue in his mouth. George’s eyebrows furrowed as he moaned softly at your intensity, blindly lifting one hand from behind his head to slide around the back of your neck and keep you kissing him. Your thumb and fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure to either side of his throat and his tongue kept up with yours expertly, pulling more erotic wet kisses from your sweet lips.

But soon you were breaking away from his mouth to pepper your kisses down his neck in slow, taunting, trailing patterns. George’s head lolled to the side with a hum and his fingers rested gently against your shoulder as you gave him soft open mouthed kisses right up under his ear and when you teased it with your tongue, he shivered underneath you.

“You’re so perfect.” you breathed against the shell of his ear before drifting farther down his neck.

His skin tasted faintly of cheap team-provided soap from his driver's room shower and hints of champagne that he didn’t scrub off completely in his haste, and you breathed him in deeply to savour the scent of your man and the lingerance remanence of him doing what he loved. When you passed his collarbones, George let his hand join his other behind his head again and he watched as you kissed over his toned chest.

You then sat back on your knees between his parted legs to stare down at him while your thumbs took over in strong precise circles over his hardening nipples that caused George’s breathing to fall heavy. He licked his lips and shifted slightly, staring up at your face as you touched him gently, warmly. You pinched his nipples and he inhaled strongly.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so hot.” you confessed.

George just bit back his bashful smile and blinked up at you adoringly behind long lashes.

Your fingers rubbed purposeful circles over his nipples again and his dick twitched faintly against his abdomen with need for touch of its own. You made him wait a little longer - you had the whole night after all - and you leaned down to kiss across his chest again and you moved one of your hands out of the way to let your tongue take its place. Your tongue licked at his nipple in full strokes while his other was pinched gently by your other hand. After a few seconds, you switched sides, and George was shifting underneath you with a heavy sigh. You took his hint and continued kissing lower, a straight shot down to his abs.

Kisses were trailed downwards right between his faint six-pack before you dropped out your tongue to lick right back up your path. Your hands held his waist as you teased him with plentiful kisses and licks over his toned and flushed skin, making sure you weren’t touching his cock at all. But that perfect stripe of hair that grew between his navel and the base of his dick was always a weakness to you and you were drawn in to kiss it slowly, leading with your tongue in a little lick before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the thin dark hair. A few millimetres lower, you left another one, then one more, and just as George swore you were going to give him the relief of sharing your love with his aching cock, you instead left a few to his thighs and then sat back.

He whimpered faintly and squirmed on the bedsheets. But then you were grabbing his calves and guiding his legs up towards his chest a little and he took his hands from behind his head to hold onto the backs of his knees instead. You thanked him silently with kisses to the fair skin of his thick thighs as you lowered back down towards his body and licked teasingly at the round flesh of his ass.

“Baby.” George sighed out softly, impatiently, nearly holding his breath in anticipation.

You kissed over his ass and finally towards his perineum, giving him a testing little lick right under his balls. He flinched at your simple touch and you smiled to yourself and slid down onto your stomach to reach him better as you kissed over his asshole. Your tongue soon followed and you swirled your tongue around it slowly, feeling how the tight rim of muscle tensed slightly at your contact.

“That’s my good boy.” you whispered, licking up his perineum and back down again, giving him the first teasing hints of what was in store for him for the rest of the night.

“Sweetheart, please, can I touch my dick?” George whispered, his voice slightly strained.

“No.” you answered, pausing only long enough to kiss wetly at his asshole again, “Only I can.”

“Can you please, my darling?” George tried.

“You don’t want me to eat your ass?” you asked.

George hummed, “Yeah…but…I want this more right now.”

You kissed his ankle and sat back, “Okay, my love.”

George sniffed and pushed a hand through his hair as you reached for the small bottle of massage oil and you popped the cap. He was aching for it and the sight of you rubbing your warm hands together in the glistening substance had his cock twitching again and he moaned impatiently. You dribbled a bit of the oil onto his abs and over his dick too, earning a pleased hum from your boyfriend before the bottle was capped again and tossed to the side, giving you full reign of his body. Your slick hands ran up his waist and over his abs, warming his flushed skin with your soft palms and you smeared the oil over his body.

“My beautiful George…working so hard…deserves a nice little massage.” you cooed.

His eyes fluttered shut under the comforting touch of your hands and his head lolled to the side, arms draped over his head, trusting you to bring him that perfect relaxing warmth. You rubbed your hands over his thighs and his hips and over the arches and valleys of his abs and up to his chest, smearing him in the shimmering oil until your palms were gliding effortlessly. It felt amazing but George was burning for more and with his dick so achinging hard without touch, it was hard to stay comfortable, meaning he was starting to squirm against the sheets.

So you gave into him, knowing that the night was about reward and not punishment and you had led him on long enough. Your fingers grazed over his balls first, leaving a trail of oil in your wake as you gave him little touches. George hummed thankfully and he scooted a few centimetres down the bed towards you, slouching farther against his cozy embrace of pillows, and you moved your finger into your whole hand, caressing his balls gently. They were big in your hand, swollen with arousal, and as you touched them softly, tending to the most sensitive part of his body in tender rubs, George’s breath shuttered in his chest.

“Good boy.” you praised quietly and set your palm down to rub right up the underside of his cock.

It was finally the first proper touch you gave him and George gasped tightly, grasping onto the pillows on either side of his head. You rubbed slow precise strokes up his dick and back down to his balls, gently giving them a loving squeeze before letting them go and moving back up to repeat. The oil you had dribbled onto his cock helped to slick your hand up some more and make those consistent rubs easier, gliding warmly over him in dizzying perfection. George - with his eyes heavy with the calm bliss that found its way into his veins - let out little hums here and there as you touched him so lovingly.

“Want more, my love?” you asked quietly.

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Okay, come here.” you guided his legs to drape over yours on either side of your body so he was spread out for you and his hips were slightly elevated against your thighs. You lifted his heavy cock up from his abdomen and wrapped your soft hand around it, “Good boy.”

“Yes.” he exhaled shakily, eyes wide as you gave him his first proper pump. His expression withered and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a pleased whine, melting under your control.

“Does that feel good, my beautiful man?” you asked quietly, caressing his thigh with your left hand as your right gave him slow testing strokes.

“Mhm.” he hummed.

“You deserve it. You deserve to be treated so adoringly. Especially after today.”

A small smile pricked at the corner of George’s mouth at the reminder of his incredible race.

“Think so?” he pressed sweetly.

“Of course, baby.” you nodded, watching your hand pull long slow twisting strokes up the length of his thick cock. “You should be so proud of yourself.”

You moved your free hand up his body to his chest and slid your fingers warmly over his glistening skin and toned muscle right up to his neck. There, you gently let your hand straddle the base of his throat with the faintest of touches. He inhaled shakily.

“I’m so proud of you.” you continued your little rambling speech, jerking him off slowly, “My perfect man.”

“I’m yours.” he breathed, his voice meek and dreamy.

“You’re mine.” you agreed easily.

George twisted his fingers through the ends of his hair absentmindedly, his eyelashes fluttering over big blue eyes, letting you know quietly, “Feels really good, baby.”

You slid your hand back down his chest and instead used it to cup his balls and the base of his dick in a gentle squeeze, “I’m glad.”

He whimpered out sweetly, “Mhm.”

Your hand that stroked him off tended to the underside of the head of his cock with each stroke, making sure that the pad of your thumb rubbed over it every time. And then you were pulling your hand closer to the tip to give him short slippery curling strokes right there and George’s mouth fell open with a breathy moan.

“Good boy.” you praised.

“Uh huh-” George’s face scrunched up slightly and he lifted his head from the pillows to watch your hand around him pumping him in quick flicks of your wrist.

But then you slowed down again just as quickly and his head dropped back onto the pillows with a shaky exhale. You pulled your hand off him to gently run the tip of your finger along the slit in the swollen head, watching how it made his thighs flinch and his lungs to take in a sharp inhale.

“You have such a beautiful dick, baby.” you told him, although it wasn’t anything you hadn’t told him before. Your fingertip slid through some sticky precum that leaked out of the end of his cock and you then trailed your finger down to gently rub at the sensitive spot under the head, “I’d put it in my mouth right now if I didn’t want my fingers in your ass so fucking bad.”

“Fuck…please.” George choked out quietly.

You gave him a few more long sensual strokes of his cock before you leaned back to reach for the bottle of lube with your other hand, still holding him steady in your one. You popped the cap with your thumb and poured a generous amount onto his dick so it could leak down between his spread legs and full cheeks and you let your fingers smear through it too, right down to his asshole.

“Ahh, yes.” George breathed as your fingers swirled around his tight rim of muscle. He had only been craving it all evening. His hands grasped onto his own hair and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in anticipation with his legs still spread and draped over yours.

With your left hand holding onto his cock, your right hand rubbed slowly, warmly, at his asshole to smear it generously in lube before you were cautiously pushing your middle finger inside. George’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes screwed shut as you slowly eased your one finger a little deeper until you could feel the fleshy soft tissue under your fingertip and at first graze, George was flinching.

“There we go.” you whispered gently, “That’s the spot, isn’t it, baby?”

“Mhm.” George spread his legs a little wider for you.

You slowly swirled the tip of your one finger against the soft spot inside him, encouraging him to let out a little hum in appreciation as you gave him what he wanted while, at the same time, your left hand started to stroke his cock again. You were slow and gentle with him, easing him into the sensations that made his skin flush pink and your eyes kept careful watch on his expression for any hints of discomfort.

But he was perfectly blissful, licking and biting his lips with his arms draped lazily above his head to allow his body to be spread out for you, eyes closed, giving himself up for you gladly. Your hand around his dick squelched faintly with the lube and oil that slicked him up and you kept your pumps slow and gentle since the intensity of the pressure against his prostate would be the focus of your treat. George offered you little moans and breaths as encouragement and you couldn’t look away from him.

“God, you’re so hot.” you said honestly, “My perfect, beautiful man.”

“Mm, feels really good.” George mumbled.

He lolled his head to the side and blinked his eyes open to meet your gaze and he silently watched your two hands between his legs, one rubbing gently inside him and the other slowly stroking the full length of his cock. George slid one hand down his body, pausing to rub a little at his nipples himself, before moving lower to gently press his fingers at the base of his dick with a soft whine.

“Want more?” you asked.

“Yes, please.” he breathed easily.

You took your hand from his dick to grab the bottle of lube again and you leaked a bit more onto your finger that was tucked inside him, allowing your index finger to slick itself up in it too and then push in carefully alongside the first. George groaned lowly and his hand dropped from his body to grab onto the sheets beside him instead and as you curled your two fingers up to stroke against his prostate, he was moaning beautifully to the ceiling.

“Good boy.” you smiled, scissoring your fingers open a little to get him prepped properly.

George’s grip tightened on the sheets and his arm that was draped above his head fisted one of the pillows he was slouched back upon, the rise of pleasure in his body making his biceps bulge as his muscles tensed. He was a marble statue and you could have stared at him all day; the flush of his cheeks, the flutter of his eyelashes, the bite of his lip. He was beautiful.

George shifted slightly, requesting to you politely with words that were a little messy with pleasure, “Go a little harder inside.”

You curled your fingers a little stronger inside him so you were stroking and prodding more intensely against that soft spot.

His loud whimpering moan in response had you licking away your smile and George nodded to the ceiling, telling you thankfully, “Yeah, like that. That’s perfect.”

Your hand around his cock slowed down until you were simply holding it around the base, completely still, giving all your attention to the way you fingered him.

“Oooh fuck.” George whined shakily with his face screwing up slightly. His legs naturally lifted from either side of you to pull towards his body a little more so he was spread nice and wide for you, permitting your fingers full access to every part of him, and you gradually increased the speed at which your fingers curled inside him until you were flicking mercilessly at his prostate.

His head tossed back against the pillows with a groan that fell from his chest and the way his body tensed had the veins in his neck and his arms protruding slightly. You couldn’t stop staring at him underneath you - your own masterpiece to admire - and the way his mouth gaped and gasped towards the ceiling had you wanting to give him anything he wanted.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” he choked out.

“Yeah?” you kept your fingers going inside him, not daring to move even a millimeter, “Go ahead, my love, let it all out.”

George’s tight breaths grew more desperate and they kept catching in his throat as his body lingered on that precipice of pleasure. His cock pulsed in your one handed grip and you held it securely by a warm fist as his hips naturally tried to jerk up against your touch.

“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?” you purred, keeping your voice gentle and slow. His thighs were starting to tense and shutter with how close he was and his head arched back farther against the pillows with a strained groan. You spoke him into it lovingly, “That’s my good boy. Look at you shaking, angel. You can cum for me, handsome. I got you.”

His entire body shuttered and his hands gripped desperately at the sheets when he came, his gaping mouth moaning and gasping to the ceiling as the first pearling hint of white leaked out of the tip of his cock. It twitched in your hand but you held it snugly as your fingers kept him going, watching greedily as more creamy white bubbled out of the swollen tip and dripped down the shaft of his cock.

“Oh, good boy, George.” you praised sweetly, keeping your hand still even as thick streaks of milky white cum trickled down over your fingers, “Good boy, angel.”

He was writhing against the sheets, whimpering and gasping across the bedroom. You finally moved your hand a little and with only one stroke up, more milky cum was tumbling out of his cock and down to the faint hair that dotted his fair skin across the base. His breathing was erotic in itself and when you slowed down and pulled your fingers out of him, he let out the softest little exhale.

You couldn’t help yourself but lean down to lick up the underside of his dick, cleaning up the streaks of cum left behind just a little but still mostly leaving him covered in his mess. George pushed his hands through his hair as he stared up at you wide-eyed and burning with lust. Since you had only made him cum from prostate stimulation, he was still perfectly hard and he was more than ready for anything you wanted to give him.

Your hands that were either streaked in lube or cum caressed his thighs as his leg dropped back down on either side of your body and you asked him tauntingly, “Now what do you want?”

George licked his lips, telling you quietly, “You know what I want.”

You rubbed his perineum, “Say it.”

Squirming at your touch, he groaned out a sweet, “Please peg me, baby.”

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” you kept rubbing that soft sensitive spot just behind his balls.

“Uh huh.” he pleaded. “Need you inside me. Want you to make me cum like that again.”

Pleased with his begging, you smiled proudly and leaned down over top of him to give him a few kisses that he accepted happily and when you pulled away, his lips were left in the sweetest pout. You reached across the bed to your little collection of items that you had retrieved earlier and you grabbed the cock ring first. The mess just made it better so you didn’t bother cleaning him up before you were carefully rolling the snug silicone ring onto the swollen shaft of his cock, allowing it to glide a little easier along the mess of cum and lube and oil that covered him. He winced slightly as it was put on since he was so sensitive already and once it was secure in place around the base of his dick, you gave him a few strokes to get him ever harder.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” you promised.

George squirmed slightly against the bed and reached a hand down his body to rest against his pelvis, trying not to touch his cock himself with how it throbbed.

You then reached for the harness and the strap-on and you clipped it into place over your hips and between your legs, making sure the purple dildo was secure in the front before you were grabbing the lube and popping open the bottle again. You poured a generous amount on the toy before closing the bottle and tossed it to the side, focusing on stroking the length of the dildo in your hand while your other took hold of one of George’s legs and guided them upwards. He bent his legs and kept them spread open for you and his hands naturally held onto the backs of his knees to keep them in place, and, as he did so, you slid your fingers into his mouth.

He moaned faintly around your two fingers you gave him and he sucked on them as he stared back at you, so cozy against the plentiful pillows. You could have spent hours just worshiping him, staring at him, making him moan and writhe and beg for you. But it wouldn’t be fair to not give him what he wanted. Not after such an incredible race he just won. You would give him anything after that.

While you watched him suck on your fingers, your lube streaked hand carefully angled the tip of the dildo against his asshole and you spoke down to him lovingly, “My perfect, beautiful race winner.”

George inhaled sharply through his nose in anticipation, blinking up at you from behind your fingers in his mouth, and as you gingerly pushed the strap inside him, his eyes almost rolled. He moaned around your fingers and his hands dropped to grab onto your thighs to try and slow you down a little. You shushed him sweetly and caressed his thigh comfortingly as you took him slowly, cautiously, watching how the expression of pleasure laced pain crossed his face and only more so when you pulled your fingers from his mouth.

He groaned lowly at the stretch from the sizable dildo that sheathed inside him inch by inch and his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs. Your hand that had just taken to his mouth wrapped around his throat instead and you held him down against the pillows as you eased into him deeper until the entire strap was buried inside his asshole.

“That’s it, angel.” you praised softly, “That’s it.”

“Fuck.” he choked out in the prettiest moan, linking his hands behind his knees again to keep his legs back, “Please move. Please.”

“Good boy.” you whispered, steadying yourself with one hand around his throat and the other resting against his abs as you started to ease out of him again, watching how the glistening purple dildo came back out almost all the way before you were pushing your hips back towards his again. Slow, cautious, letting him have a second to savour every inch you gave him.

“Oh my God.” George’s head dropped back against the pillows, “It’s so fucking big.”

“Do you want a smaller one?” you asked.

He shook his head quickly, “No. This…is so good.”

You smiled proudly down at him and kept your slow thrusts going to get him used to it again, “You look so adorable like this.”

“Adorable?” George chuckled breathily. “I look adorable taking it up the arse?”

Your hand around his throat tightened a little more, staring into his eyes, “Yeah. You look so fucking cute letting me fuck you like this. Pretty little blush…pretty little lashes…”

He let out a little hum as he stared back at you and spread his legs a little wider. His cheeks were flushed pink and his brown hair was in a floppy frazzled mess across his forehead but the look in his eyes was nearly sinful as if he were silently pleading with you to take him. With his body laid out under you, he was yours to do with as you pleased and you couldn’t stop staring at him and any part of him that could bless your loving gaze. The pout of his plush lips drew you in and you took your hand from his throat to rest against the pillows beside his head as you leaned down to kiss him slowly, locking your lips with his in a single lingering kiss.

George whined prettily into your kiss and let his hands move from holding his legs back to rest on your hips instead, feeling the movement of your thrusts as you fucked him tenderly. As you shared slow, sensual kisses, you started to fuck him a little faster, just to selfishly hear the way he moaned because of you and his eyebrows furrowed as he forced his lips to stay against yours. The sweet little smacks of your single kisses only grew more feverish as you thrusted the toy into him gradually.

“Ah-” George gasped out, grabbing your ass to try and tug you into him harder despite the way his lips fought to stay on yours, his moans muffled by your mouth.

But you had to pull away to breathe yourself too - being on top was quite the exertion - and he fluttered his eyes open to stare back at you with the prettiest expression. You praised him quietly, “Such a good boy for me. My sweet little race winner.”

“Please, baby.” he choked out shakily, his lips pouted in pleasure, Please fuck me harder.”

You sat back a little more to anchor yourself with your flat palms against his chest, keeping his eye contact as you started to give him stronger punctuating thrusts. The first one had his mouth falling open and the second had his head falling back, the third finally fucking a buttery moan from his chest that made you pussy throb.

“Oh God-“ he cried out, raising his hands above his head to grab two fistfulls of the pillows. His expression was glorious and the whimpery moans that filled the bedroom only had you needing to fuck him faster, making the bed start to creak underneath your effort. George tugged at the pillows with his legs splayed out wide in the air by his own free will, his sounds only getting louder and pitchier by the second.

“Good boy.” you breathed down to him, sliding one hand up his chest to wrap around his throat in a snug grasp. “You gonna cum again?”

“Yeah.” he rushed out, “Yeah, baby, please don’t stop-“

“Cum for me.” you encouraged gently, tightening your hand around his throat as his head arched back against the pillows, the clenched tension radiating down his neck.

George’s beautiful groan built up consistently in his chest until his head was raising slightly to watch as you fucked him into his second orgasm, his breath freezing in his chest for a second, mouth gaping, as more of that pretty white cream bubbled out of the tip of his swollen cock. He gaped up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy, and he shuttered through the intensity that was only made stronger by the silicone ring that hugged the base of his dick.

“Fuck.” George squeaked out.

“Good boy.” you praised, taking your hand from his throat to set your palms flat on the pillows on either side of his body so you could lean over him, not stopping the quick messy thrusts of your hips.

“Fuck, baby.” George panted, grabbing onto your arms pleadingly as you kept going. He was still so fucking hard and it felt so good and he couldn’t help but wrap his legs around your waist to press his heels into your bum to pull you deeper, choking out a, “Yes.”

You were only going harder now to the point that your skin was clapping loudly against his and George held onto you pleadingly, his eyes being forced to screw shut with the overwhelm of it all. You were hitting that same perfect spot over and over again and it was literally bringing tears to his eyes and the look of his fucked out expression had you just slamming into him harder until the headboard was hitting the wall.

“Shit!” he cried, reaching up to grab your hair around the back of your neck as it tumbled over your shoulders.

With two snug fistfuls of it, he pulled your head down to rest your forehead against his. The steady panted moans that tumbled from his lips had you staring at him even with how close you were, watching how his eyes were shut tightly and his pouted lips were set in a tense pleasured frown. George’s fingers only gripped tighter to your hair and the heels of his bare feet pressed desperately into the flesh of your bum as he struggled to stay still underneath you.

His pleas tumbled from his mouth without thought, “Yes, baby, please don’t stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again, baby, please make me cum again. I’m your good boy.”

“Yeah, you are, angel. You’re my good boy. You sound so pretty when you moan for me.”

“Feels so fucking good!”

“Gonna make my perfect little race winner cum so hard.”

“Uh huh!” he let you fuck a steady chant of messy “uh, uh, uh” from his chest like he had lost complete control of his filter. His fingers pulled at your hair and his whole body was trembling underneath you, clinging onto you like you could save him. With your forehead pressed to his, you could feel the heat of his body and the slick of his sweat against your skin. Finally, George’s face was screwing up again and he cried out a whimpery, “Jesus Christ!”

Your fingers tightened on the pillows and sheets on either side of him and you praised him adoringly, “Just like that, baby. Cum for me.”

George’s whole body trembled as he came again from the rough pleasure of your strap hitting perfectly at his prostate and nothing else. Had hadn’t even touched his dick the entire time and yet it still leaked more cum from the tip in thick creamy globs that slipped down the shaft and onto the flushed skin of his pelvis. As his body was wracked with orgasm, his hands holding your hair only gripped you harder and he clung onto you tightly, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks.

“Yes.” he stumbled out, his voice shaky and tense, “Oh fuck yes.”

“That’s my pretty boy.” you praised against his cheek as you slowed down into deep grinding thrusts into his body.

George breathed hard, trying to catch his breath as he trembled underneath you and he dropped a hand down to grab onto your thigh to keep you in those addicting curling thrusts. He panted heavily, his flushed face staring up into yours with streaks of pleasurable tears down his cheeks and you kissed them away tenderly. His long lashes fluttered shut and he swallowed thickly, arms and legs still wrapped around you and you could feel his hard wet cock against your abdomen with how close you rested.

“Can you do one more for me, angel?” you asked between a few more gentle kisses to his soft cheek.

George chuckled faintly, “I dunno.”

You pushed your body away from his to sit back on your knees and your hands rested on his quivering spread thighs, giving yourself a proper view of the purple dildo still half tucked in his ass and the mess he made of himself with the amount of creamy fluid that you had fucked out of him until it was leaking down his cock and wetting the hair that dotted his pelvis in splotchy white. His dick was still hard and ridiculously swollen and throbbing, held snugly and proud in the silicone cockring, and you reached a careful hand over to gently trail the tip of your fingers down the underside of his cock. He flinched at your touch and the moan that slipped from his lips was erotic.

“It’s really sensitive.” he mumbled.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, keeping up those gentle pets along the shaft with only the graze of your fingers.

“A little.” George answered, staring down at himself too, “It’s fucking throbbing though.”

“Wants to cum too, huh?” you chuckled, sliding your finger down through the mess to his balls and you petted them gently too.

George let out a tight little grunt, “Mhm. My balls are aching.”

You rocked the dildo into him shallowly and he inhaled sharply, staring up at you, one hand held in mid-air as if frozen, waiting. You gave him permission, “Touch yourself for me, angel. As much as you want.”

With your permission, George wrapped his hand around his dick. He winced slightly with how sensitive he was to touch, and he gave himself a small testing stroke that glided easily with how streaked in cum he was. You slowly started to thrust into him again from your spread knees and he looked up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and the most angelically sinful expression on his face, making you just want to ruin him again and again and again.

You matched the pace of his hand with your hips, allowing him to set the speed that he needed to get off but he was desperate and dizzy with pleasure and he just kept getting faster until you were pounding into him again. He choked back a sob with his face contorted in ecstasy and he stared up at you as his eyes struggled to stay open. The headboard kept hitting the wall with every hard thrust into his spread body and George jerked himself off in quick time along with you, greedy for more.

“Oh God.” he whimpered, his voice shaking. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m dizzy.”

“Breathe, baby.” you reminded him as you held his legs open by your hands on the backs of his thighs, keeping his spread for you to take as you wanted.

“Feels so fuckin’ good.” he cried. He sounded like he was about to burst into tears as his voice was quivering and breaking with every simple word. “Shit!”

The slick sound of his hand pumping his cock was erotic and you had the perfect view of it from between his legs, getting to stare up his entire body that was submitted to you. George’s head dropped back against the pillows with a loud whimper, taking everything you were giving him.

“You’re really hittin’ it straight on, baby, fuck!” George cried out, his eyes screwed shut and hand feverishly stroking his dick in desperate flicks of his wrist. His jaw clenched, the muscles of his thick neck pulsing with how tense his body was getting. He stumbled out a pitchy, “Oh, God, it’s coming.”

“Good boy.” you praised while keeping your sloppy pace into him, quite breathless from your exertion but desperate to get him there.

“I’m cumming! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes- sh-shit!”

George’s entire body tensed up and the way his muscles gripped so strongly around the dildo that time around literally forced you to stop for a second, even as you tried to keep thrusting into him through it. His eyes fucking rolled and his free hand tugged at the sheets as his head tossed back against the pillows, jerking himself off into his final orgasm for the night. He came so hard from the combination of the overstimulation, the cockring, and his hand on his aching dick that the first spurt shot right up to land across his chest and collarbones.

“Oh, good boy.” you moaned out, watching him shoot another thick ribbon right up his chest.

George literally sobbed, his face contorted in intense pleasure, and he writhed against the bed despite how he kept stroking himself off and you helped him along with a gentle caress of her perineum with your knuckle.

“Fuck!” George cried, tears streaking his cheeks as his chest heaved and his impressive cumshots decreased down to more thick trickles down the shaft of his dick and over his hand. His moans and whimpers were loud and beautiful and soon he had to take his hand off his sensitive cock while his feet pressed against your chest to try and ease you away. “Okay.” he huffed and sniffled, “Okay.”

You giggled proudly and held his quivering thighs as you gently pulled out of him, watching how the glistening toy bobbed in the air when it popped out of his gaping hole. Your fingers gently eased the tender area and you praised him quietly, “That was so fucking hot, George. You came so fucking much…look at you. You’re covered in it.”

George broke into a smile despite his breathless exhaustion, an arm draping across his forehead, and his blue eyes blinked heavily up at you, “Fuck, I’m really dizzy.”

“Okay, just rest for a second.” you unclipped the harness of the strap and discarded it to the end of the bed and he gently rested his legs down flat. You caressed his hips and his thighs and you warned him gently, “I’m gonna take the ring off now.”

“Okay.” he sighed.

He was already softening so it was a bit easier to take the cockring off and he groaned in slight relief from the end of the extra stimulation, letting him come back down to normalcy. You shifted onto the mattress beside him and joined him against his nest of pillows and brushed your hand through his hair, only pulling your hand back when your fingers touched something wet. Frowning in confusion, you nudged at his brown waves to find what was in there, only to soon discover what it was.

“Oh, my love, you have cum in your hair.” you giggled.

“Huh?” George reached a hand up to feel but you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“And you have it all over your hand.”

“I have it all over everywhere.” he mumbled, separating his fingers in front of his face to watch how the white cream clung between his fingers in thin strings. He lifted his head up to look down at his body and the mess he was completely covered in and he sighed heavily.

“I’m jealous.” you teased, reaching to grab his wrist and you pulled his hand over so you could wrap your lips around his index finger, leading with your tongue to suck it clean of the salty substance.

George’s nose scrunched up but he smiled at you regardless, “You’re so nasty, you know that?”

“And you’re fucking hot.” you countered proudly, still holding his wrist as you leaned in to kiss his lips.

You shared a few single kisses between you and then you were rolling over to grab the tissue box from the bedside table and returning to clean him up. George laid there recovering while you knelt beside him and wiped him clean with multiple tissues, making sure to get a bit of a wipe from his hair too which made him chuckle and swat your hand away. He watched you patiently as you tended to him selflessly and you kissed his flushed skin as you moved farther down his body to shower him in innocent love.

George, who had been otherwise silent as you cleaned him up, finally spoke as you mopped up the mess around the base of his dick, “You didn’t cum at all tonight.”

You glanced up at his face for a brief second, not knowing what he expected you to reply with to a statement that was just a truthful observation, “No, I didn’t.”

“Do you want to?” he offered.

“You can barely hold your head up, baby, what do you plan on doing?” you laughed lightly.

“I dunno.” he shrugged. “Just want you to feel good too though.”

“I feel good when I make you feel good.” you reminded him, pulling another tissue from the box.

“You made me feel really good.” he promised. “I honestly almost forgot I even had a race today.”

“Oh my gosh.” you laughed jokingly, “Not my pegging being better than you winning Monaco.”

George smiled up at you and you wiped off his hand with another fresh tissue before kissing each of his fingertips when giving his hand back. He stared up at you with all the love in his eyes and you slid down on top of his wiped down body to feel the warmth of his bare skin pressed against your own, chest to chest. His arms easily snaked around your waist and you kissed his nose and then his lips and he gave your bum a two handed squeeze.

He whispered to you, “You said tonight’s all about me and what I want, right?”

“Mhm.” you answered, kissing his nose again.

“Well, after you watched me cum a ridiculous amount of times…I want to at least watch you cum once.”

You licked away your smile at his sneaky request, “Oh really?”

“Even if you just do it to yourself…whatever you want. I wanna watch.”

You kissed his nose again and then his cheek as if debating his plea.

“Please?” he tried, leaning up to kiss your lips.

You sighed dramatically although you couldn’t hide the grin that was apparent on your face and you rolled off of him to the side of the bed and you reached down to your box that had been left out on the floor in your rush earlier, “Fine. Just because I promised that tonight is all about you and you asked so nicely.”

George grinned and shuffled himself into a more comfortable position against the pillows and when you sat up again with the rose shaped clit sucker toy in hand, he raised his arm up to welcome you close. The used toys and tissues and bottles of lube and oil were still scattered across the bed but it was a lustful mess that you were all too familiar with when it came to each other. So you didn’t pay any mind as you got yourself cozied up under George’s arm and you draped your one leg over his to spread yourself open.

He helped himself to your pussy with a warm hand just to feel how absolutely soaked you were from having tended to him for the previous almost-hour. George licked his lips as he rubbed your pussy and over your swollen clit and you nudged his hand away when you turned on the toy. Instead, he took to your breasts with his greedy fingers and he pinched your nipples and leaned in to kiss your neck as you set the toy onto your clit. You were so turned on that the first touch made you flinch in his arms and George chuckled against your neck as he trailed soft kisses up to your cheek.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “this is not going to take long.”

“See? I know you. You wanted it badly.” George tisked.

You leaned your head against his with his arm still around your shoulders and your nose scrunched up with a soft groan falling from your chest, toes curling. George cuddled you close and he reached down again to spread your pussy open a little more to give the toy clear access to your swollen clit and you flinched again.

“Fuck.” you groaned.

“Doesn’t that feel so fucking good, my love?” he taunted against your cheek, staring down at your hands between your legs, sharing the work side by side.

“Yeah.” you whispered, dropping your head back against his arm as your eyes fell shut and your body squirmed slightly. The small moan you let out had him smirking proudly and your pretty sounds only grew louder as the buzzing toy got you closer. “Oh, George-” you squeaked.

“Good girl.” he whispered, “Cum for me, beautiful. Show me how fucking gorgeous you look when you cum. Come on.”

Your free hand flew up to grab onto his as it hung loosely over your shoulder from how he held you and he laced your fingers together proudly, staring at you and how you writhed and whimpered and moaned for him. Your hips pushed up against the toy and your leg that was linked over his only tightened in silent pleas for release.

“Cum for me.” George spoke against your cheek with just enough space between you so he could keep a close eye on your expression, “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

Your mouth dropped open as you came and your gasps froze in your chest, body tensing and cunt pulsing under his fingertips even when he wasn’t touching you directly. You moaned his name to the ceiling and he swallowed it up with his lips on yours, sharing sloppy love-stemmed kisses that made your hand grip tighter to his. The toy was blindly turned off as you grew sensitive to its intense touch and you dropped it aimlessly onto the bed to focus your attention on your boyfriend and his perfect kiss.

“I love you.” you both said at the same time before falling into light laughter and shared breaths of overwhelm.

You pulled your hand from his so that you could rest it against his chest as you turned to face his naked body and he still held you close around your shoulders, letting the forms of your figures mould effortlessly together in blissful ecstasy. Sharing a few more chasté kisses, you had to pull away because you were smiling too big and you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his natural scent that felt like home to you.

With your hand caressing his soft skin of his bare chest as your heart threatened to beat right out of your own, you spoke to him in an honest breath as if testifying to the stars, “God, you deserve the world.”

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