Hysterical Literature Gewis Pt.2 🌸💦

hysterical literature gewis pt.2 🌸💦

just dirty, dirty, dirty! and more georgussy yay

read part 1 here!

Lewis is losing his goddamned mind. Insane, truly fucking insane are the only words he can use to describe the debauchery happening in front of him. Debauchery that he is an active participant to.

He tried his best to stay away, to appreciate from afar, had his camera and computer screen act as a barrier from the delicious moans and from the beautiful, pink folds he was blessed to see blossom.

But George Russell, rising model superstar, a muse to many artists including himself, and his ruin, is a very, very stubborn man under those long, soft eyelashes and delicate face.

Relentless, determined, and tireless man who had one goal which was to catch Lewis' eyes again. As if Lewis ever stopped, as if Lewis had suddenly forgotten how George's face looked like when he's at the peak of his pleasure, as if George ever stopped haunting Lewis' dreams after filming his project.

Lewis Hamilton is just a man after all and so he finally gave in.

Looking down, Lewis takes in another shaky breath as he pushes his cock against George's pale blue seamless panties, their combined wetness and lube darkening the cloth.

He tightens his grip on George's waist as George gasps, hips relentless as the wet fabric hugs around a visible camel toe, Lewis' cock head perfectly slotting in between.

George whimpers, "Lewis, please—fucking god—please, please," Lewis listens and grinds down harder, "so so good, fuck."

"Yeah, angel?" Lewis pants, making sure his thrusts meet George's halfway. "D'you love that? Love how it feels to rub against each other, hm?" George moans weakly, glassy blue eyes alternating its gaze from Lewis' face to their grinding below.

Lewis continues as he guides George's legs around his waist, leaning to speak directly in George's ear. "Love how your pussy forms a space for only me, huh, ain't that right, Georgie?" George could only reply in more moans and more slick sticking to the messy panties.

Lewis leaves little kisses on George's ear and neck, lifting his head enough to watch George once again as their frotting becomes desperate.

"Lewis, just—ah, right there—just please fucking put it in," George cries out, the empty feeling in his cunt starting to ache.

"Yeah? But it was enough for you to just cum against a vibrator," Lewis chuckles as George's body trembles as it remembers their past.

"You're such," thrust, "a fucking," thrust, "tease," George bites out through his teeth.

Lewis only gives George a bright smile and a breathtaking kiss then Lewis shifts back.

He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing its head on George's folds for a few more seconds before he takes his free unoccupied fingers and lifts the edge of the panties.

"Lewis," George chokes as Lewis slips his cock underneath the wet panties and thrusts. The tip catches right under George's hood then slips back down his folds, again and again.

Lewis lets go of his cock and the edge of the panties, fingers finding George's clit immediately to play with.

"Ah, ah, mmm, fuck, Lewis, please," George's begging rings around the hotel room, his back arching and legs shaking as Lewis keeps his pace.

"It's inside now, Georgie, inside your panties. That enough now, sweetheart?" Lewis watches and memorizes how George squirms underneath him, because of him.

Lewis' hips lower, cock head catching George's entrance until Lewis thrusts up again. "How about that, sweetheart? It should be enough for you."

George tries to gather his thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming his senses in the best possible way. The only other time he's felt this way was also with Lewis, with bright lights and a camera focused on him. But this, this is closer, more personal, more intimate. More, more, more.

George's lips part, "Never, not with you," he pauses and stares right at Lewis' beautiful eyes, "Always need more with you, Lewis."

The words causes blood to rush everywhere in Lewis' body, leaving him breathless. His hips unconsciously pushes deeper, placing his cock right in between George's warmth.

Lewis and George watches each other for a moment then Lewis wraps an arm around George's back and places a loving hand on George's cheek, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead.

"George," Lewis chuckles lowly as he meets George's eyes. "Fucking hell. Only you would say this type of shit while having hot, messy sex."

Lewis only receives a tilt of George's head, silently asking if he should take it as a compliment or an insult.

Lewis slowly starts frotting against George's cunt again. "It's part of your charm, angel," Lewis captures George's lips in a slow kiss then whispers against his lips, "I like you too, George."

George's cheek turns pink, a slightly different tone to his slick folds, but it is as pretty. George giggles, "Now, will you finally fuck me?"

Lewis' fond smile turns cheeky, "I am fucking you, can't you feel?" Their hips return to its frantic, desperate pace.

"One day, George," Lewis breathes out, "One day, I'll put my cock in you. Fill that space made for me, but now I want you to just cum like this." George shivers in return, fingers on Lewis' back pressing hard.

"Yeah, can you do that for me? Cum against pressure on your cunt, just like the first time?" Lewis' thrusts quickens as George writhes, both hips uncontrollable as they take and take pleasure from each other.

After a few quick thrusts, George moans loudly, body shaking and toes curling just as he did before, riding the waves of pleasure overcoming his veins and more wet dripping out of him

Lewis takes the view in, pulling his cock out under the fabric and paints George's ruined panties white.

God, if only Lewis can keep this moment permanent. George with his flushed cheeks, red kissed lips, soft glowy skin, and a messy, wet, ruined, only-for-Lewis pussy.

Lewis' mind abruptly reminds him of the digital camera inside his luggage, and Lewis smirks.