Into You, Max Verstappen.

Once Again Happy New Year Folks. Here take Smut. 🔞🔞 A warning absolutely no one needs.

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Max gently lifted Brielle from the sofa, his arms steady and sure as he carried her to the spacious bed in the yacht's master cabin. His lips never left hers, each kiss deep and unhurried, as though savoring every moment.

"God, I love your outfit," he murmured against her mouth, his fingers deftly untying the knot of her sarong.

Brielle let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Max, I'm wearing a bikini."

"Exactly," he said, his voice low and teasing. "No unnecessary layers." His hands slid down her sides, the heat of his touch making her shiver.

Max hooked his fingers under the straps of her bikini top, slowly sliding them over her shoulders and down her arms until it fell away completely.

Brielle gasped as Max took one pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking gently.

Max moved onto her other breast, eliciting a soft moan from Brielle. He felt her hands grasp at his hair, pulling him closer.

His hands traced a path down her flat stomach, pausing briefly above her navel before moving lower still. Brielle's breath hitched when his thumb dipped beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms sliding easily through the damp folds between her thighs.

Brielle let out a small cry as his finger slipped inside her. She felt herself growing wetter with each thrust of his finger, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

She writhed beneath him, pushing against his palm for more friction. Her skin flushed hot, breaths coming in short gasps. "More," she pleaded softly, clutching at his forearm.

Max complied, adding another finger and increasing his pace. He could feel Brielle tighten around him, hear her breath hitch as she got close.

"Yes," she moaned, arching her back as her climax washed over her. Before the waves had finished, Max was shifting his weight, pulling Brielle's bikini bottoms down and spreading her legs wide with his knees.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Max breathed, his eyes darkening with lust as they locked onto hers.

"Off with those shorts" Brielle ordered him

Max obeyed, quickly stripping off his swimming trunks, revealing his throbbing erection. "God, yes," Brielle whispered, reaching out to stroke him.

Max groaned as Brielle's warm hand closed around him. His hips bucked forward instinctively, eager for more contact. Brielle let out a low chuckle.

"So impatient," she teased, running her thumb along his length eyeing him. " Change of plans, I want to taste you first" she said pushing him onto the bed.

His shaft twitched in anticipation as she knelt between his legs, her brown eyes looking up at him as her hand circled his base once again. "Fuck..." Max whispered, his head tilting backwards slightly.

Her tongue darted out, flicking across the tip of his length, teasing him. A bead of precum appeared, which she eagerly lapped up.

Brielle wrapped her lips around his length, taking him deep into her throat. Max's hips jerked upwards, driving himself further inside her mouth.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, her mouth a perfect circle around him as she moved slowly, creating delicious suction with her cheeks. Max reached down and tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm.