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the-fiction-witch · 9 months ago

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Mrs Dawkins P37 - 39

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT!

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P5 P6-P10 P11-13 P14-17 P18-22 P23-27 P28- 31 P32-P36

My fears and my excitement thought a war in the bottom of my stomach who was winning I didn't know but I knew I couldn't dare ask him to stop. I wanted nothing more than for this night to be endless, for the sun to never rise, for my father to never return, to spend the rest of time within his arms. Our kisses were still hot and passion-filled, each of his warm lip movements against mine ripped the very air from my lungs, took the very shiver from my skin, goosebumps ran across every inch that he touched me, my heart raced in my chest and seemed to echo in my ears.

He kissed down my neck and sternum but he stopped as he reached my breasts, "May I?" He whispered,

I nodded and did my best to not gasp too fast,

He took my breasts in his hands softly cupping them in the palms of his hands, his eyes slightly widened as he took his bottom lip between his teeth staring down at my breasts in his hands, he was gentle at first pushing them up and then releasing his grip slightly letting the weight of them fall back into his grip, he did this a good few times before his fingers began to tighten around the soft tender skin as he pushed them up giving my breasts a gentle squeeze, this continued and each time he squeezed he got a little tighter, a little harsher.

"Enjoying yourself my love?" I teased,

"Umm very much my darling," He grumbled as he laid kisses on my throat, "Aren't you?"

"It tickles," I giggled,

"what about this?" He growled his right hand clasped my breast much firmer and his index finger circled my nipple slowly the rough texture of his fingertips against my smooth skin, he stroked in clockwise circles which tickled me and caused my breath to hitch, slowly but surely my nipple hardened from arousal. Once it reached a peak enough for his fingers to grasp his index finger sat above and his thumb below clamping my nipple between them and slowly rolling it back and forth between his fingers with a gentle pinch,

I whimpered and did my best not to whine as I looked up at the wooden canopy ceiling of my bed, the gentle twist and pinch felt strange but not unwelcomed, it made me want to clamp my thighs together and squirm against the sheets. He took notice of my reaction and hummed against my skin as he kissed down my throat and chest until he reached my hardened nipple he flicked it gently with his tongue forcing a pant out of me. He smiled smugly down at me as he continued to massage my breasts, letting his tongue circle as his fingertip had.

I squirmed and pushed his head away, "Jack no..."

"No? You don't like it? or you don't want me to stop?" he asked kissing down under my breast to the very top of my stomach as his brown eyes kept eye contact with me,

"I uhh- I-" I stuttered, "I'm not sure,"

"I can't keep going if you want me too?"

"No, something else I think,"

"Alright darling," He cooed kissing my lips, "How about I focus a little lower?" he encouraged his fingers trailing my stomach,

I nodded and shifted a little up my bed to rest my head on my pillow, he chuckled and joined me leaning his shoulder on the pillow too. He had a sly smile as he noticed the string on my bedpost, his smile grew as he tugged on it causing the curtains on my canopy bed to close giving us a sweet privacy as if the bed was our own little place.

"Just my hand for now?" He offered and I nodded, "Alright darling," He cooed as our lips met for a few slow and tender kisses his tongue slowly slipping through my lips, I allowed him and toyed with him a little as I felt his warm hand plant itself on my knee.

His hand slowly slid up my thigh as we kissed, he was slow and cautious with me well aware of my inexperience, at that moment it briefly occurred to me...

Jack is a doctor, so of course he KNOWS but... I'm not sure we had ever discussed how experienced he is. My mind began to spiral thinking about it, I'm sure he must be, he's a handsome man I can't be his first, and he was in the navy... likely visited a coastal girl on a docking day as any man would.

"Are you alright?" He chuckled noticing how distant I had been all of a sudden and that I'd stopped kissing him,

"hmmm ohh yeah sorry..." I shook my head out of it's foolishness,

"I'll stop if you want me to-"

"No, no, it's not that."

"Then what?"

"I just had a strange thought is all..." I blushed,

"Oh? yeah, you do find our mind wonders sometimes even in the most intimate of moments," He chuckled, "I mean I'm so desensitized to surgery now days I did an amputation the other way while trying to remember if I did my laundry or not,"

I couldn't hold back my giggles,

"What were you thinking about?"

"Ohh I uhh..."

"Y/n, you're to be my wife you know you can tell me anything," he cooed,

"I was... thinking... this is far from your first isn't it?"

"It is far from my first," he admits, "I take it, not yours?"

"No, very much my first," I blushed,

"Ahh... that would explain the not knowing what you want," he chuckled, "We can stop now, or later, or any other moment you wish. We don't have to do this tonight if you don't want to-"

"But your-"

"My desires. Can be quelled. I wouldn't feel never pleasure if I was hurting you,"

I shook my head, "No, I want this. I want this night to be like our wedding night,"

"Okay," He nodded, "whatever you feel, tell me. I'll stop if every you need me to," he cooed as his fingers slid up my inner thigh,

I blushed as his fingers slipped up my inner thigh, my breath hitched. Even just the feeling of his hand moving closer seemed to feel like a coil winding with tension in my stomach. Often we made eye contact which only sent more blood rushing to my cheeks, his hand massaged my thigh slipping higher and higher until he ran his rough fingers across my untouched soft skin.

"Jack i-" I gasped,

"I know," He cooed, "I've got you, darling," he purred putting his other arm around my back and his hand on my waist, he peppered my neck with small nibbly kisses which only made me giggle, as his hand stroked my lips and gently coated his fingers in the wetness of my flooding arousal, he stroked across my tender flesh before he murmured in my ear, "May I?"

"Yes," I croaked,

His smug look heightened as he gently moved letting his index and middle fingers glide across my clit in soft clockwise circles until it swelled with arousal, I gasped and my back arched a little off my bed my whole body tensing up at his touch, the coil tightening in my stomach. This seemed to amuse him and he continued to rub slightly harder and faster. His tone shifting, "You like that?"

"Yes..."

"Umm... more?"

"Yes," I nodded quickly,

"uhh- you are making it hard to resist you, darling," he growled, he moved his hand and circled my entrance before he slowly and carefully pushed his middle finger to slip inside me,

It felt strange feeling his finger inside me, he moved deeper until he was knuckle deep inside me and then back out again, it didn't hurt but it was a strange sensation, to say the least, but I rather enjoyed it, he moved back and forth a few more times and each time he did I enjoyed it more, feeling his skin rub against my insides was pleasurable, he keeps going forming a pace with his hand gradually speeding up.

I did my best to not blush, not to gasp and moan but he saw through my attempts, his eyes watched me with a dark lustful smirk of pride, he loved what he was doing to me I could see it in his eyes. After a while, he added his index finger inside me too which felt even better being able to slightly squeeze myself on his stiff fingers,

"uhhh! Jack..." I moaned trying to not be loud,

"Yes my darling?" he growled moving slightly to have his thumb rub against my now very swollen clit while his fingers thrusted and massaged my inner walls knuckle deep inside me coated in my wetness,

I moaned and squrimed holding his shoulders tightly, "My stomach it feels... like fire,"

"Fire? like a fire burning out of control?" he muttered,

"Yes,"

"Like a ache between your legs that you can't resist?" He growled,

"Yes..."

"Like a tight tension at the bottom of your cute little tummy?" he purred,

"Yes jack..."

"Humm," he chuckled, "That mean's your gonna cum y/n," he kissed my neck with sloppy kisses,

"I want to..."

"You want to? Ummm f-fuck! again... please say it again..." he whined,

"I want to, I want to cum Jack."

"Ughh! uummmm let me, let me please you, let me pleasure you, let me make you cum darling,"

"Jack please..." I began to whine feeling breathless my eyes rolling back,

he tugged me closer to my head was on his shoulder, "Kiss, bite, suck. all you want my darling." he cooed so I jumped and began to kiss his neck trying to find an escape from all this building pressure, "Uhh! You look so good like this darling, So needy, so desperate, watching my hand please your dripping cunt, God- you're so beautiful like this!" he purred his voice thick with desire, his next words so thick, so luscious I could hear his mouth salivating over these words, "I want to eat you out so bad,"

"Jack!" I blushed latching onto his neck and sucking to conceal my moans, and suddenly a moan rose in my throat, my body trembled and pulsed towards his body as it felt like a damn burst inside me and this wave went over me, curling my toes, throwing back my head, rolling my eyes, making me squeeze my legs around his hand, my vision blurring a little.

"Oh- my god-" He muttered, "you look... so delectable," he growled as he slowed his hand, "There we go, nice and easy, that's my girl," he cooed as he slowed until he completely stopped and pulled his hand away, "How was that for your first?"

I gasped and struggled for breath doing my best to try and make words come out my mouth, "It uhh.... its ....uhh... very good... amazing... actually... thank you..."

he chuckled, "You're very welcome my darling," he smugly smiled before he gave my lips a soft kiss, "You don't have to thank me, but it's very cute," he chuckled,

I couldn't help but giggle a little as we shared a few more soft kisses,

"Now, more? or do you need to rest a little darling?"

"I... I'd like more," I blushed hard, "But, can I do something for you?"

His eyes widened and his eyebrow raised, "Uhh..." He stuttered, before he took my hands in his, "You don't have to do anything for me my darling,"

"But I want to," I blushed, "Please, I'd really like to,"

"Well... okay, but you have to do as I say."

"I will I promise,"

"good girl," he cooed kissing my head,

He blushed a little and I admit the heat rushed to my cheeks to think of what we were to do, or well… what I was to do. Jack shifted and shuffled a little getting us comfortable, a clear nervousness across his face. He squeezed my hand and gave my knuckles a soft kiss before he let my hand stroke down his bare chest his warm smooth skin fluttering against my fingers far smoother than any other part of him I had felt prior. I felt the urge to rest my head there to burrow my nose into his warm skin and sleep for all eternity, I continued to slip my hand down his breath hitching and blood rising to his cheeks. As I reached his stomach I found goosebumps across his skin, his fingers gripped my sheets and as I reached his brown trousers he took his bottom lip between his teeth. I slowly unbuttoned his trousers revealing his tight white undergarments,

"I- uhh-" I blushed,

"Yes Y/n?" he asked,

"I don't think I've ever seen a man's… before," I giggled nervously,

"Really?" He chuckled,

I nodded,

"You are so sweet," He cooed pulling me into a kiss, I happily kissed back and I slid my hand to the waistband of his undergarments,

"May I?" I whispered as I pulled back and met his eyes,

"You may," He nodded,

I moved my hand down and stroked across the soft white cotton as I did I could feel the stiffness below, as I ran my hand over it he quietly gasped, I slid the palm of my hand over the bulge and I felt him twitch up towards my hand, "Ohh- did I-"

"You're fine darling," he cooed, "That's how it tells you it wants you to touch it," He whispered kissing my neck softly and his hand moved to push down his trousers and his undergarments revealing himself to me,

I was a little shocked to see Jack like this, to see him truly exposed in front of me, I was fascinated immediately, to see his slender body, his pale skin, his thin waist, to see how the sweat slightly glistens on his skin, his stomach moving as he takes his breaths, and where my focus mostly was, on his cock. His shaft erected his head pressing to his stomach, the whole thing often twitching and moving slightly,

"May I?"

"Yeah, you can touch," he nodded, "Gently though remember,"

I nodded and moved my hand to slowly wrap my fingers around him without thinking I gave him a slight squeeze feeling the heat of him in my hand as well as feeling that all though he was hard he wasn't completely stiff there was still enough softness for me to squeeze but as soon as I did it stiffened even more getting harder so much so it was now completely stiff, I giggled a little and began to stroke my hand over him.

Jack gasped and tightened his grip on the sheets, his muscles in his stomach tightening,

"This okay?"

"You're fine darling…" He groaned,

I nodded and kept at my slow pace moving my hand from base to tip the longer this went on the more Jack squirmed and shifted, his breath getting more desperate and every so often groans and moans slipped from his lips, his cock throbbing in my hand, "Jack,"

"Yes, darling…"

"May I?" I blushed,

".. what?" He blushed a little,

I giggled but kissed his lips and continued to kiss down his stomach,

"Oh- Yes! Yes… yes, you may my darling,"

I nodded and gently took his cock into my mouth, I gently at first only took the tip and stroked with a pointed tongue around him gliding in clockwise circles, which forced a moan from him and his hips spasm towards my mouth, I pulled back and licked my lips to keep them slick before I parted my lips again and took the length of his shaft, at first I took the time to slowly get a pace moving my head back and forth as I gently sucked hollowing my cheeks around him, his eyes roll back and his head throws against my pillows.

Often I look up and make eye contact with him and he nods and smiles at me to let me know I'm doing alright, often when I moved down I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat which at times would make me gag a little but I just had to move back a little and return to my pace being careful to find my limit. which unfortunately meant I couldn't take all of him in my mouth but I kept my hand at his hilt to ensure that extra inch or two wasn't left out, my name and gentle groans fell from his lips like a waterfall his hips often buck and jolt towards me uncontrollably often with a moan to follow.

Once I got to a decent steady pace I moved my hands to his hips to gently hold him steady to prevent him from moving too much and gaging me by accident, and slowly increasing my speed and my sucking oftentimes ghosting my tongue over his desperate head, which made him moan louder.

I could tell each time we made eye contact he was getting closer, and struggling but still doing his best to conceal the sounds he so desperately wanted to scream, as our eyes met his hand brushed my hair from my face and slid his fingers into my hair looping it around them tightly.

until he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle his loud moans as his hips bucked hard out of my grip on them making me gag a little my eyes watering from the sudden shock of it, his cock twitched in my mouth and his body quivered as he panted and his cum flooded my mouth with a warm slightly salty taste, as soon as he realised his cock went limp and his whole body relaxed against my sheets,

I moved away and slowly swallowed everything even if it was a strange taste and texture,

"uh…. thank you…" He gasped,

"You're welcome," I blushed, "you don't have to thank me,"

"Ohh I do," he nodded still struggling for breath as he wiped some saliva and cum off my chin and mouth, "Cause that was fucking amazing…"

"I did okay?"

"you did perfectly," he cooed, "trust me I will be Bolting home every night if there is even a chance my lovely wife is going to do that for me,"

"Really?" I blushed,

"Really." He smirked, "I think my lovely wife could get me do just about anything if she's going to be doing that,"

I giggled, "Well I'll be sure to remember,"

"I bet you will," He growled, "Now… I need to take care of my darling don't I?" He smirked grabbing my hips and flipping us over so I laid on my back he stroked my thighs and pushed them as far apart as possible, "Ummm I've wanted to do this for so long… I'm not waiting any longer darling,"

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cazzyf1 · 7 months ago

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My favourite quotes from Niki Lauda's book: "Reden wir Über Geld'

I expected him to spontaneously give me the finger - p6

I hate it when I go through security at the airport and the coins clatter around again. For this reason alone, the comparison with Scrooge McDuck, who likes to swim in money, is completely nonsense - p9

My mother regularly drove me to a Dentist behind the Vienna city hall, where I was tormented for years with regulations. I was more of a wimp, or as they say in Vienna: a slob - p13

My grandfather lived more like a real millionaire. He was the country's model industrialist and lived in a palace on the Ringstrasse with liveried servants who wore black uniforms and white gloves. Hans Lauda was the general director of the Veitsch Magnesitwerke. The Nazis dismissed him in 1938, but he returned to his post after the war. As president of the Austrian Industrial Association, he was one of the pioneers of social partnership and the economic miracle. He was also president of the Red Cross until 1974 and was therefore personally acquainted with Princess Grace Patricia, who was the president of the Red Cross in Monaco. In 1956 he organized aid for thousands of Hungarian refugees. I was only seven at the time, but I know from stories. - p14

Still in my pajamas, I heated up a toy steam engine. Beforehand, I mixed the water in the boiler with iron filings. Which of course wasn't such a good idea. There was an explosion and the hot steam burned my right thigh. My parents were done. I mostly argued with my brother Florian. To this day, we have no common interests, just the fact that we are brothers. One time I was lying in bed when Florian climbed onto the bedside table and tried to jump on me. I tipped the table over with my foot and my brother hit the floor. Then my father came and gave me a slap. Sometimes we played fire brigade together. To make the whole thing a bit more authentic and challenging, one day I brought a canister over, poured the petrol out lit it and ordered Florian to put out the fire. Although the hoses were ready, the fire briefly got out of control. The garage almost burned down and a few fruit trees were singed. - p15-16

I never dreamed of flying, and I certainly didn't see flying as a worthwhile hobby. I wanted to be faster. I wanted to save time. Because I was already earning a decent amount of money at the time, I had brought a Cessna Golden Eagle, had my own pilot and learned the practical side of things by flying with others. I became a student pilot and my preferred route was Salzburg-Bolgona. That made double sense. That's how I got into flying, got one license after another and four years later I founded an airline as the first Formula 1 driver and professional pilot. - p28

I also wanted to coax a private Ferrari out of the Commendatore, but he only gave me a Fiat - p34

I usually carry around 300 to 400 euros with me, 500 at the most. If there are several notes, I hold them together with a money clip. I've never had a wallet. I avoid coins in everyday life. Not that I don't value small change, but it's too heavy in my pockets and I don't like the clatter - p36

Max and Mia also like to play 'police' they drive wildly through the house on their astic scooters and I have to say: "Stop! You were driving too fast. That will cost you thirty euros." They then count to thirty together, in English. - p37

Brigit once asked me to take the bus because the twins like doing it so much. "Sure!" I said, "I'll do it. How do you pay?" In the end I let it go. - p38

I loved spinach even as a small child, because of popeye the sailor - p39

In Spielberg I once asked him: "Lewis, do you see anything about me that needs to be improved?" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that moment. Then he explained to me: "You should throw away that brown sweater immediately! That is the worst color for a man. And you need different pants! Not always the same ones and besides, they just don't fit." I enjoyed listening to that and thinking about it. But then I came to the following conclusion: Why should I change anything if everything is fine for me? "Thanks for the input", I said to Lewis, "but even if my blue jeans are down to my knees hang down, I just feel so comfortable in them." - p39/40

It was also Forghieri who came up with the idea of suggesting a sponsor for my red cap. "Watch out," he said one day, "there is a salami company that now wants to get into milk production, which would be interested in advertising." - p43-4

I crossed the finish line in a first Grand Prix, with Clay Regazzoni behind me, so it was a double victory for Ferrari, a true triumph. That night, they played Blue Danube Waltz in the disco in my honour. - p45

When I sit in the cockpit, for example, I notice every speck of dust. As a farewell gift, employees of LaudaAir gave me a man size brush as a nod to my cleanliness obsession - p52

Willi Dungl wanted to find out whether I had suffered trauma from the inferno. He once lit a fire in the fireplace at my home in Salzburg and said, "look at that Niki!" I looked inside, but nothing was moving. I also couldn't care less about the fire in the accident photo - p57-8

I had waited my whole life for a guy like Attila Dogudan - p91

Is Attila Dogudan my friend? I don't want to say anything wrong now. My perception of friendship around this is that people meet in the evenings and spend their hours talking about their worries. The only person who sometimes notices my worries is Birgit - sometimes she whistles at me! -p95/6

I would describe Atilla as my long-term companion - p96

If he didn't answer I would send him an SMS: "I'll cancel the entire catering if you don't call in five minutes." Of course he calls back immediately - p97

My brother Florian, who is 18 months younger than me, is a Buddhist - p107

But the main issue was a heart operation for a three year old boy called Soumitra. That cost a few thousand euros, which we transferred straight away. We then received photos of the child before and after the operation. Since then, when I meet Claudia, I always ask her; "how is my heart?" I mean the heart of this little Indian boy, who has been able to live a normal life since the operation. P109

Fourfiveseconds by Rihanna is such an incredibly great song. Lewis Hamilton, who now makes music himself, sometimes goes with me to promotional events. He is always amazed at the songs I have saved, like an old idiot. 'Some nights' by fun, or George Ezra'a Budapest. I have hundreds of songs like that saved on my iphone and listen to them over and over again - p114

When Birigt wants something from me and I'm feeling defiant, I play her, 'Hero' by Family of the year - p115

When we have a little tangle I play her 'Blame it on me' - p115

Sometimes Birgit, who loves red wine, jokes; "drink another glass of wine, my kidney needs it!" I then sip the glass because I just don't like red wine - like alchol in general - p117

In 2000 I came up with the idea of flying into space. There are several programs running for such flights. I already tried it out in a simulator in Houston, Texas - p122

Later on I explained to my boys that there are also people with two ears. We laughed together. - p143

When Lukas was 15, I took him to a strip club. Sex education. I was shocked myself at how close women were to him. They danced around and took off one thing after another. Lukas watched it all. When it was over he stood up, took off his shirt, and put it around the dancers shoulders so that she wouldn't freeze. It was a really caring gesture. Then I knew: that guy not only has manners, but also heart. Lukas wanted to invite her out but I advised him against it. - p143/144

Sometimes Marlene went crazy when she found out about one of my escapades but she never said a bad word about me in front of the children - p144

In her boundless generosity, Marlene would have taken Christoph into our family, but his mother didn't want that - p145

#great read about niki's life #from the last book he technically made #classic f1 #f1 #niki lauda #formula one #formula 1

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