āSay it, please,ā Louis breathed, barely making a sound as he spoke.
Harry hummed a chuckle into the flesh where Louisā neck met his shoulder. āSay what?ā he asked. There was a knowing smirk in his words, and the way he slowed the speed of his thrusts told Louis that Harry knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
Louis whimpered, squirming under Harryās hips that were now grinding in smooth, dirty circles. āYou know what,ā he whined.
Harry kissed Louisā neck, up his jaw, stopping right in front of Louisā mouth. āYou wanna hear about how tight you are,ā Harry murmured huskily.
Louisā cheeks flamed, both at the fact that Harryās words were true, and at the fact that Harry was making him clarify. āNot justāā Louis swallowed around a moan, breath hitching when he tried to speak again. āNot just that.ā He clenched down hard around Harryās cock, making the man gasp and buck into Louis hard.
āYouāre tighter than she is,ā Harry panted out as he picked his thrusts back up. āThat what you wanna hear?ā
Louis could only moan in reply, a deep, enraptured sound that buzzed in his throat beneath Harryās lips. Louis arched his back and held onto Harry tighter, mumbling out a rough, āMore, please.ā
āYouāre fucking filthy,ā Harry laughed lowly. āSo gagged and full of yourself, getting off on being told that your arse feels better than she does.ā
Louis whined, brow furrowed. āCall itā S-Say itās myāā
āYour cunt,ā Harry spat, punctuating his words with a sharp jolt of his hips. āTen times tighter than hers is.ā