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A brown fire performer spat gasoline on the torch in his hand and then sparked fire out of his mouth.
A man had on a green suit, an orange wig, a red bow, and a clown costume. He was surrounded by happy children as he offered them balloons of all colors. In addition, there were other guys; I believe they were dressed like cartoon characters, and they danced in a humorous manner, accompanied by men, young men, and boys.
Light bulb veins adorned the narrow streets connecting various buildings. Between the buildings and the street lights, there were green and yellow lights. The colored triangle paper decorations were placed next to the light veins. It was so chilly that I was losing feeling in my nose. My father's hand was pressing harder on mine as he tried to hold me behind him in the mass of people.
Men in jilbabs-it's a traditional Arabic/Egyptian robe for men-I saw only in the ancient series that my father never got bored of. To rhythms I had never heard before, the men in rows flung their heads left and right.
They repeated, "God is alive."
These rhythms were overpowered by the sound of tambourines and chanting that I was unable to comprehend, yet I still found the tunes pleasing. Every stride I took on the filthy, muddy ground brought more dirt into my brand-new sneakers. The muddy ground didn't appear to bother anyone, so why should I care? I hoped my mother wouldn't scold me when I arrived home.
One of the elderly shouted at the children to play away from him as they ran after each other, laughing and wearing conical, colorful hats, whistling with their toys, and flinging some little fireworks on the ground.
Old men sat on a strange carpet, that seemed rough to me, and they prepared food on what appeared to be a stove, although it was low and only had one flame. They ate their food from plastic, deep plates, I thought they were eating beans.
That day, my father took me out without informing me where we were going, treating me like a young child. All of it began with an argument between myself and him over an incident that occurred at my high school on the same day. A guy bullied me, and I tried to ignore him, but he was a jerk, and I couldn't take it any longer, so I shattered a glass bottle on his head, and they called my father. After we got home, he got into a fight with me and made me accompany him to this strange event.
The windows of the buildings were long and made of wood, the stairways were old and corroded, the doors were wooden and narrow, and some of them were partially underground.
Most houses looked old-older than my ancestors.
My ancestors had died, but the houses remained standing.
I yelled to my father so he could hear me through the sound of tambourines and low-quality microphones, "Dad, where are we?"
He answered in a loud voice, "We're at the festival of the birth of Fatma the Nabawiya."
"Who?"
He didn't answer me. He shot me a sidelong glance, and I could feel the disappointment. He decided to lead me like a donkey to what appeared to be an exquisite tent. The tent was on the pavement, affixed to the body of an ancient, massive structure. Two men dressed in black stood in front of the tent, while across the street, men were moving to strange rhythms in front of a little stage. Men were chanting while musicians played the rhythms on stage.
The tent had red and blue colors, and a thin white curtain closed it. My father stood in front of the curtain and talked to one of the men in black with words I couldn't hear. The man, who didn't suit the place we were at, smiled. My father pressed on my hand more, leading me into the tent after him.
I noticed a lone lightbulb hanging on a long wire inside the tent. The wire surrounded the tent and went out of the tent to the unknown. Three men were seated on the big, wide cushions that were spread out on the ground for people to use. Two of those men were on the side of the tent, talking about religion, I guessed. The man stood out the most; he was sitting by himself in a white jilbab, holding an Arabic rosary between his long fingers, and wearing a white scarf over his head. The ground was carpeted with the same kind of rough green carpet.
My father took a seat beside the secluded man, dropped my hand, and struck up a conversation. I could barely see the man's face with that scarf.
"I miss you. I'm sorry I didn't come earlier." My father said that to the man. His tone of voice was one he used only with women.
Was that a woman? Had my father gone mad? Was he cheating on my mother? I thought.
"How's everything with you? Do you need anything?" Again, my father asked.
The man-or woman, I didn't know at the time-raised his head. His face was so strangely white-whiteness I'd never seen before. His eyes were the color of the ocean, with dark bags under them. Despite his stunning appearance, his beauty was somewhat neutral. His fingers, which held the rosary, were lengthy and resembled those of ladies. The cold had made his cheeks crimson and his lips parched.
His appearance was very endearing, but I had no idea what he was.
He took my father's hand, patted his shoulder with the other, and replied in a voice I couldn't make out if it belonged to a man or a woman, "You're asking about me, and that's all I need. Your crazy wife, how's she? Did that rabbit of a woman give birth again?"
"No, we've had enough. She asked about you, even wanted to come visit you, but I told her she could come on another day; the big night of the festival would be too much for her." My father said this, chuckling.
"You're right, the big night is too crowded for her, she's always been a softie. How're your kids?"
"All of them are alright. I want you to come over to see them; I want them to know you."
Sighing, she answered, "When God wants."
"Seliem, come say hi." My father addressed me.
"Who's this guy?" I asked, still standing in front of them like a statue.
The man or lady chuckled, not even giving me the slightest look, as if I were a ghost who had just cracked a joke.
"Sit next to her, and she'll tell you." My father answered after giving me a look, which I knew very well.
"No, don't sit next to me! Sit next to me on the hasira." She orders.
Note: A hasira is a kind of rough carpet used in some communities in Egypt.
"What's a Hasira?" I foolishly asked my father.
"It's the carpet here in front of her." He answered me, pointing at the carpet.
"For God's sake, your father was born on a hasira." She mocked me and my father in one line.
Curious, I sat down on the ground in front of her and asked, "Who are you, ma'am?"
"What did that little bugger do?" She asked my father, not giving me the slightest attention.
"He hurt a boy today at school. The worst part is that he doesn't seem to care that anything happened, even though the situation got out of hand and they wanted to contact the police." My father answered as if he was Mr. Know-It-All.
"That's good, Batrawishi needs buggers to work for him."
"Who is that Batrawishi? Dad, I wanna leave." Panicking, I said this.
Her eyes met mine; they were sleepy, but I saw a mix of confrontation and sympathy. Never before in my life had a pair of eyes confronted me.
"Do you know what's your name?" She asked.
"What's that question? My name's Seliem." Mocking, I answered.
"Wrong. I named you Salim. Seleim is an empty Turkish name. Your name is Salim; Salim means well and healthy." Without smiling, she said.
"You named me?"
"I did. Your father and I are siblings."
"No, how is that possible? My aunt's name is Maha."
"It's because I'm not your father's sister by that meaning."
"How so?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you, but first tell me why did you hurt the guy at the school?"
"Nothing, he's a bully, he keeps making fun of me all the time. He talks bad about me, he makes fun of my hair and glasses."
Her eyes moved to the other two men in the tent, so they excused themselves and left. Along with the tambourines, tones, and some dancing lights surrounding us, only the three of us remained.
Her eyes came back to me, "Continue."
"That's all. I want to know who you are." I said, curiously.
"I'll tell you, but a question for a question. Why didn't you tell one of the teachers?"
"Because I won't wait for them. I can take revenge by myself."
"I don't know if I want to laugh or punish him." My father chuckled, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Right, were you happy when you hit him?" She asked me, not giving my father any attention.
"Very much, because he deserved it."
"Right, but weren't you supposed to wait till he started hitting you first?"
"He can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because he knows I'm stronger than him."
"Wrong, Salim. He's stronger."
"Of course not! How so?"
"He made you make a mistake. He made you the one in the wrong, though he was the one in the wrong. You apologized, though he made you sad and bullied you."
I furrowed my eyebrows when I remembered that I really did apologize to that bastard.
"I didn't want to apologize." I said, explaining myself.
How did she know I apologized?
"But you did, though it was him who did you wrong." With an interesting and interested face, she said.
I couldn't find words to say, but after some moments of silence, I asked again, "Who are you?"
"You want to know who I am?" She smiled, asking.
"Yes, and how do you know mom and dad?"
"What's your name first?"
"I told you. It's Seliem."
"Salim." She corrected me; her smile faded, but her face remained bright-eyed.
"Everyone calls me Seliem."
"I named you Salim." She said it obstinately.
"Named me how?"
"I chose your name." Axiomatically, she answered.
"What's your name then? Why do you look like men?"
My father's mouth twisted as if he were embarrassed, but she answered my question, "God created me like this, and my father raised me this way."
"How could he do that when you're a girl?" I asked.
"You know, I should have asked him this question before he died."
"Then, what's your name?"
She gave me a beautiful smile and ordered my father, without leaving me with her eyes,
"Get out."
He did leave.
That was an unforgettable day. It was due to the conflict I had with my schoolmate that I saw a different kind of people for the first time in my life. Perhaps my strength propelled me to strike him with the glass bottle, but I resolved that day to never allow it to do so again. It was true that my father and I shared a lot of similarities and that I was strong, but I never witnessed him using his powerful arms for violence. Maybe this was what made people respect him. Contrary to what I believed, my father possessed a strength that he chose not to utilize in order to protect others from the evil within him. That day, when I walked out with my father and saw unusual people for the first time, I discovered the truth. I learned the truth. The truth of strength and mightiness. I didn't know what strength was until that time I was in the tent with a woman who looked more like a man than a woman. I thought men were the only gender that had mightiness, strength, and courage.
But, the best of what I learned that day was why I was named Salim.
'Merritt was one of a kind. She was a woman that was raised to be a man, to hold guns, to be a dangerous individual and to kill. What do you think was the only thing that could make her fear something? I think the answer to that is quite hard, as she feared nothing and no one. She does all things that lead to hell.'
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Hello, girlies.
This is a short novel I wrote in Arabic and now am translating it to English. This novel is about a lot of things. You can expect feminism and violence most of all. And since this is a novel and a work of fiction, do not expect the characters to be all cutie and accepting each other. There are characters that are abusive, racist, misogynistic, and homophobic.
This story is about a woman called Merritt, who is violent and is raised as a man. Please read it and give me your feedback.
The day has been so fun, my parents visited two days ago to spend some time with us as me and Harry live in another state. They wanted to check in at some hotel, but I refused. Our house is big enough to take all of us for five days, anyways. But there’s one thing that’s been bothering Harry because of my parents’ visit, which is that I refused to have sex at all until they leave. Don’t get me wrong, the idea itself is thrilling, but I’d be so embarrassed to show them my face afterwards. I’m a shy girl, okay? How can I look my parents in the eyes after they hear me getting fucked by my boyfriend? Let alone that Harry’s always with us, so I always imagine the irony of Harry shaking hands with my father, the same hand that had its fingers in me. Ugh, it’s so thrilling, but I’m a chicken.
After dinner, we decide to watch something on the TV and of course my father prefers to watch the news. My mother shares the same obsession of ‘Knowing what’s happening in the world’ so obviously Harry and I decide on leaving both of them and going to our bedroom, the usual thing. Little do I know, Harry is so frustrated. I change into some comfy undies before going to bed next to Harry who has only boxers on. I cuddle into him, laying my head on his chest and soon after his fingers play with my hair as he brings me closer to him. His wooden cologne mixes with his own scent, it’s the scent I’ve fallen in love with. His rock-hard body feels so hot against mine and I appreciate it so much that I almost don’t feel my finger that draws on his visible tattoos.
“Was dinner good?” I ask, playing with his butterfly tattoo.
“Very good. You’re an amazing cook, babe.” He answers, trying his best not to rip my panties off of me.
“They’re gonna lose track of time in front of the TV like every night.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, about that.” He says, clearing his throat while his hand falls on my bare waist, feeling the flesh under his touch.
“What?” I look up at him with big eyes. He sighs at the sight of me, gulping.
“It’s been too long, y/n.” He confesses, his hand playing with the hem of my panties, daring himself to grab my ass.
“Ugh, Harry, you know how I feel about that. It’s been like only three days.” I try reasoning with him, but to be honest that’s too long for us. We fuck almost every day if we have the chance, whether in the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, living room, dining room, and whether it’s a full sex experience or just a quickie. Even when I get my period, we’ll find a way to satisfy each other. So, three days with no action at all is a lot to deal with.
“Don’t underestimate those three days, I’ve been holding myself from fucking you in front of your father the whole time.” He grins, knowing for sure that his words have a charm over me.
This guy is an experienced dirty-talker, he says all the right things at the right time. Adding that he knows that though I’m so shy, the idea of being fucked in my parents’ presence thrills me.
“Aren’t you the one that always tells me how much of a screamer I am? How am I going to be silent?” I giggle, feeling his hand travels up to my back. His touch sends volts of electricity in my whole body as if it’s the first time he touches me.
“I’ll make sure you stay silent when I fuck you good. And let them hear, for all I care they already know that I fuck you.” His grin never backs off as his voice goes lower in a husky tone. I feel it coming through his lips. “But what they don’t know is that you love how good I make you feel with my cock slamming your little pussy.”
God, fuck me, fuck me now.
“Are you planning on letting them know that?” I ask, feeling my clit pulse in my panties.
“Oh, yeah!” He chuckles, feeling the softness of my skin under his touch. “Just give me the green light, and I won’t stop till I fucking put a baby in you.”
The breeding kink he knows I’m into. This handsome, green-eyed bastard knows me too much. I bite my lower lip, looking up into his eyes and down to his mischievous pink lips. Whatever, I’ll try to keep my silence. Finding myself nod at him with a small shy smile, his sneaky hand boldly grabs onto my ass cheek just as his seducing lips pull my own lips into a hungry kiss. The kiss is not as sweet as it usually is, I know this kiss very well by now. It’s a frustrated kiss from frustrated lips. He fights for dominance over my lips, but I easily give in and open my mouth for him to devour. I’m not planning on fighting over dominance with him now, I just wanna be a good girl tonight. The wet kisses we share do some black magic underneath my panties and his boxers. His tongue that slams into my mouth make my pussy feels hotter in desire and lust for his touch while I can feel his bulge grow bigger and bigger by the second. His teeth, softly, bite onto my lower lip and pull it slightly before they let it go.
His mouth goes down, giving wet kisses on my neck and sucking in love-bites without a bit of a care about the mark he’ll leave. I gasp with every kiss he places on my sweet-spot and grunt a little as he leaves a hickey on my shoulder blade.
“A little reminder for who you belong to, babygirl.” He mumbles on my hot skin before giving me more of his kisses. He hisses on my skin as he feels my hand palms him through his boxers, feeling his thick shaft in my hand. My hand grabs his cock and I can feel it stretching under my touch.
Next thing I know he turns us over so he hovers above me, towering me with his rock-hard body. Every little thing about him is mine, his veiny arms, his shoulders, his hard chest, his thighs, and his dick. I know for sure that through his eyes that look at my body under him, he thinks the same. Every little thing about me is his, and it only makes his dick throb in his boxers. He leans in to kiss me again, savoring the taste of my lips before he pulls away to strip me from my bra.
He takes a moment or two to appreciate the sight of my tits before him, I can hear him growl before he grabs both breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
“Look at them, babygirl. They fit my hands perfectly, made for my hands to squeeze.” He growls, playing with my nipples with his thumbs. I bite down my lip, holding in my moans from his teasing. “Don’t even think about holding in your moans, understand?” He commands in his beloved dominant tone.
I give him a slight nod, but he doesn’t seem so happy about it.
“Don’t fucking nod at me, I wanna hear your pretty voice, babygirl.” He sounds harsh, but soothes his harshness by using the pet name. He leans into my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth to suck and lick as his finger plays with my other nipple.
“Yes, Harry, yes, I understand!” I moan, trying my best to lower my voice.
These sucking noises he makes on my nipple drives me insane, and the look he gives me as he bites my hard nipple using his lips, almost tells me with his eyes that I belong to him. My fingers run through his brown locks and tug on it a little as he turns to the other nipple, leaving the first one with a little pop and leaving it as hard as it can be. Give the same attention to my other nipple, he does, leaving it with a pop sound. His lips kiss my tits all the way and a loud moan escapes my mouth as he gives me a love-bite on my breast.
He straightens his back a little to hover above me once again so my hands hold him by the arms, he looks at his work on my tits and gives a wide grin. “So fucking hot.” He breathes, lust eating the best of him.
In one rough move, he slides the panties off of me only to throw it behind his back to end up somewhere. I giggle as he grabs my calves in his hands and spreads both open to just watch my pussy as it glints right before his eyes. The lusty look he eyes my pussy with make my little bundle of nerve throb.
“Look who’s so fucking ready for my cock!” He teases, leaving one of my calves to run two fingers between my folds, collecting my wetness before he pulls both fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. “Such a sweet little pussy.” He says as he lets go of his fingers, enjoying the taste of me. Groaning at his move, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“All for you, only you.” I moan and I can see a smirk creep on his face.
“You’re goddamn right.” He agrees in a husky tone before he roughly places my leg that he’s holding onto his shoulder as he leans down on my pussy like a hungry animal.
I gasp loudly just when I feel his tongue licking between my folds and teasing my clit. My fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it. He pulls my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking onto them.
“Oh god! Yes, Harry.” I moan, pressuring myself to keep quiet. Soon enough he notices that because he pulls away from my pussy to look at me as he’s in between my thighs with his mouth glints with my liquids all over.
“Don’t fucking hold it. I want them to hear so next time we fuck you won’t be so shy, babygirl.” He doesn’t give me a second to respond because immediately he returns his full attention to my pussy, separating my pussy lips so he can give little licks to my clit.
“oh my, fuck!” I shake, arching my back, feeling him pull me with his arms by the waist closer onto his face, licking me with his whole mouth and giving my clit the pressure, it craves.
Sucking my pussy into his mouth, his nose tickles me. I can feel my whole body being desperate to let go of the climax. But just as I think his sucking and licking will get me to cum, he pulls completely away.
“Please, Harry, let me cum!” I plead, furrowing my brows and give him wide puppy eyes. His now wet lips turn into a smirk as he straightens his back and letting my leg fall from his shoulder.
“God, I love your pleadings.” He growls, slamming two fingers into my hole.
“HOLY MOTHER-“ I scream, feeling my whole body ready to burst, I arch my back, but soon Harry grabs me by the hair slightly rough and makes me watch his fingers thrust in and out of me.
“Look at you so desperate to take whatever I give you!” He growls, thrusting in me with his fingers so hard that my whole body shakes with his moves. I feel my legs automatically close around his hand so he pulls fingers out of me and slaps my thigh to force them open. “Open your fucking legs!”
“Yes, Harry, yes, please, please.” The mess I am plead, so frustrated of being edged and forcing my legs open.
“Please what?” He gives me a mischievous grin, running his wet fingers between my tits and down on my belly.
“Please, finger me and make me cum, please.” I pant, bucking my hips forward unconsciously.
“Such a good girl.” He whispers, playing with my pussy lips slightly before slamming his fingers into me once again.
I can feel his fingers curl inside of me, thrusting in and out in hard and fast moves. My eyes roll back and I can feel myself ready to give him all of my cum.
“Don’t fucking dare to cum till I tell you to!” He commands, not slowing down and tightening his grip onto my hair. I look him with teary eyes, listening to the sounds his fingers make every time they thrust in and out of my tight hole.
“Please, Harry, I can’t hold it any longer.” I scream, not giving a fuck that my parents are probably listening to their daughter getting fingered.
“God, such a horny mess!” He sounds so excited for my climax more than me as his eyes look between my horny face and my desperate pussy. “Fucking cum all over my fingers, cum!” He repeats the word ‘cum’ multiple times and it’s all I need to roll my eyes back.
“HARRY, oh my fucking g-“ My body shakes and my back forcefully arches so Harry lets go of my hair, letting me fall onto the bed, but he pulls his fingers out, rubbing my pussy as I feel like I’m exploding.
Panting and done with my climax, I look down at Harry who has a wide grin on his face and there’s a large wet spot on the sheets.
“What’s that?” I ask, panting.
“You squirmed, babygirl.” He answers, leaning down on me to kiss me with his wet lips. I can taste my own pussy on his lips and tongue.
Nibbling on my lips, he takes off his boxers and groans in my mouth as he feels his cock goes free. He pulls away from the kiss and straightens his back and gets between my legs, holding his hard, thick cock in his hand and taps it on my pussy, running it between my lips.
“You’re always so fucking ready for my cock, babygirl.” He breathes, watching as his cock collects the juices off my pussy.
I moan in response, and feel the tip of his cock enters me. Feeling a little sensitive, I whine.
“Oh, babygirl, I know, I know you’re so sensitive.” God, his tone of voice makes me wanna eat him. “But you can take it, right, babygirl? You can take daddy’s cock.” He encourages, sliding slowly into me.
“Yes, daddy, I can take it.” I moan, feeling him enter me in his full glory.
His hands grab me by the hips, pulling me closer and I can hear his loud moans, feeling me wrapping him perfectly.
“Fuck! Just the way I like it. Fuck yourself on my cock, babygirl, use my cock.” He commands in a soft tone. My hips move forwards and backwards, pulling him in and pushing him out so slowly, it kills the both of us. “Good fucking girl.” He grunts, guiding me with his hands on my hips.
“Fuck me faster, please, daddy.” I pout, giving him the full experience of a good fucking girl.
“God, you know I can’t resist you, huh? You know I can’t deny my princess’s wishes.” He bites his lip, thrusting in me in full force, grabbing onto my hips.
“OH FUCK YES, HARRY!” I scream his name, enjoying his fast thrusts.
He grunts, crazy for the pleasure I provide for his cock. My hands hold onto the sheets as the bed bangs against the wall slightly and his skin hits my skin in every deep move he makes in my pussy. His eyes look down at every time he pushes out of me, my pussy lips rub his cock and he growls at the sight, lowering his back to kiss my lips hungrily.
“You like that? Like how good you’re feeling getting fucked by ME with your parents are right there hearing your desperate moans?” He dirty-talks in my ear as my arms wrap around him.
I scratch his back, feeling every thrust he gives me and feeling his chest that’s pressed against mine. He hovers above me to suck onto one nipple of mine.
“God, yes! You fuck me so good, daddy.” I moan, running my fingers in his hair and clenching around his throbbing cock. Before I know it’s coming, his hand wraps around my neck, choking me slightly rough.
“You think I didn’t feel that? Don’t even think about it, don’t fucking cum!” He growls, fucking my brains out harder than ever. “Your hungry little pussy is not to cum before I say so.”
With pleasure driven, teary eyes I look into his eyes. He loves overpowering me and I love being controlled by him. Perfect match. The pressure of stopping myself from coming pains me, a good pain to be precise.
“I fucking own you! I can fuck you whenever I want, wherever I like. Let your parents hear it from you, who fucking owns you?” I can’t even fucking describe his tone of voice at this point, I just wanna die in pleasure right now.
He loosens his grip on my neck a little to let me speak clearly, slamming into me so hard the bed would break at any moment.
Looking into his eyes, the sight of my horny, needy face makes him wanna cum, “You own me, Harry. Please, let me cum.” I scream as I feel his hand go from my neck to my clit, rubbing circles.
“So good, babygirl, so fucking good! Cum!” He grunts, trying not to cum himself just yet. He keeps his pace, knowing that I don’t need him to go faster or harder than he already is doing.
“Thank you, thank you! HOLY SHHH!” I scream, arching my back almost breaking it and shaking under him and at this moment he feels his ego boosts. My walls clench around him and he fights the urge to cum.
“YESSS! SUCH A GOOD FUCKING GIRL!” He giggles, enjoying his masculinity. “No one can make you cum like I do.”
Panting, I kiss his toned chest, loving every part of my man. “Please cum in my pussy, I wanna feel your cum fill me up.”
His filled-with-lust eyes look more desperate, slamming into me harder as he feels his climax reaching. “You want me to fucking breed you, huh? Tell me.”
Well, the breeding kink is mutual. And I am so happy to give it to him.
“Yes, baby, I want you to get me fucking pregnant, fill my tight pussy up.” I moan, looking into his eyes and clenching around him tightly.
I feel his upper body falls on top of min, and hear him give me my beloved man moans I love in my ears, “Ugh, GOD!” He grunts, giving me all of his cum as his thrusts become a little sloppy.
We take a few moments in each other’s arms, panting. Slowly, Harry straightens up his back to look to where we’re connected. He pulls his dick out only for him to watch his white cum ooze from my hole.
“Holy fuck, if only you could see that.” He grins, rubbing my pussy slightly.
I flinch, “No, baby, please, I’m too sensitive.”
He pulls off of my pussy, “Sorry, baby, just too delicious.”
He lays next to me, looking at me and all of a sudden, we burst into laughter.
“Do you think they heard us?” I ask a stupid question, cuddling into him.
“Do you think they’ll stay after hearing this?” He laughs, pulling me closer into him.
“Probably not.” I giggle, placing my head on his chest, enjoying his smell. The smell of my man.
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The day has been so fun, my parents visited two days ago to spend some time with us as me and Harry live in another state. They wanted to check in at some hotel, but I refused. Our house is big enough to take all of us for five days, anyways. But there’s one thing that’s been bothering Harry because of my parents’ visit, which is that I refused to have sex at all until they leave. Don’t get me wrong, the idea itself is thrilling, but I’d be so embarrassed to show them my face afterwards. I’m a shy girl, okay? How can I look my parents in the eyes after they hear me getting fucked by my boyfriend? Let alone that Harry’s always with us, so I always imagine the irony of Harry shaking hands with my father, the same hand that had its fingers in me. Ugh, it’s so thrilling, but I’m a chicken.
After dinner, we decide to watch something on the TV and of course my father prefers to watch the news. My mother shares the same obsession of ‘Knowing what’s happening in the world’ so obviously Harry and I decide on leaving both of them and going to our bedroom, the usual thing. Little do I know, Harry is so frustrated. I change into some comfy undies before going to bed next to Harry who has only boxers on. I cuddle into him, laying my head on his chest and soon after his fingers play with my hair as he brings me closer to him. His wooden cologne mixes with his own scent, it’s the scent I’ve fallen in love with. His rock-hard body feels so hot against mine and I appreciate it so much that I almost don’t feel my finger that draws on his visible tattoos.
“Was dinner good?” I ask, playing with his butterfly tattoo.
“Very good. You’re an amazing cook, babe.” He answers, trying his best not to rip my panties off of me.
“They’re gonna lose track of time in front of the TV like every night.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, about that.” He says, clearing his throat while his hand falls on my bare waist, feeling the flesh under his touch.
“What?” I look up at him with big eyes. He sighs at the sight of me, gulping.
“It’s been too long, y/n.” He confesses, his hand playing with the hem of my panties, daring himself to grab my ass.
“Ugh, Harry, you know how I feel about that. It’s been like only three days.” I try reasoning with him, but to be honest that’s too long for us. We fuck almost every day if we have the chance, whether in the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, living room, dining room, and whether it’s a full sex experience or just a quickie. Even when I get my period, we’ll find a way to satisfy each other. So, three days with no action at all is a lot to deal with.
“Don’t underestimate those three days, I’ve been holding myself from fucking you in front of your father the whole time.” He grins, knowing for sure that his words have a charm over me.
This guy is an experienced dirty-talker, he says all the right things at the right time. Adding that he knows that though I’m so shy, the idea of being fucked in my parents’ presence thrills me.
“Aren’t you the one that always tells me how much of a screamer I am? How am I going to be silent?” I giggle, feeling his hand travels up to my back. His touch sends volts of electricity in my whole body as if it’s the first time he touches me.
“I’ll make sure you stay silent when I fuck you good. And let them hear, for all I care they already know that I fuck you.” His grin never backs off as his voice goes lower in a husky tone. I feel it coming through his lips. “But what they don’t know is that you love how good I make you feel with my cock slamming your little pussy.”
God, fuck me, fuck me now.
“Are you planning on letting them know that?” I ask, feeling my clit pulse in my panties.
“Oh, yeah!” He chuckles, feeling the softness of my skin under his touch. “Just give me the green light, and I won’t stop till I fucking put a baby in you.”
The breeding kink he knows I’m into. This handsome, green-eyed bastard knows me too much. I bite my lower lip, looking up into his eyes and down to his mischievous pink lips. Whatever, I’ll try to keep my silence. Finding myself nod at him with a small shy smile, his sneaky hand boldly grabs onto my ass cheek just as his seducing lips pull my own lips into a hungry kiss. The kiss is not as sweet as it usually is, I know this kiss very well by now. It’s a frustrated kiss from frustrated lips. He fights for dominance over my lips, but I easily give in and open my mouth for him to devour. I’m not planning on fighting over dominance with him now, I just wanna be a good girl tonight. The wet kisses we share do some black magic underneath my panties and his boxers. His tongue that slams into my mouth make my pussy feels hotter in desire and lust for his touch while I can feel his bulge grow bigger and bigger by the second. His teeth, softly, bite onto my lower lip and pull it slightly before they let it go.
His mouth goes down, giving wet kisses on my neck and sucking in love-bites without a bit of a care about the mark he’ll leave. I gasp with every kiss he places on my sweet-spot and grunt a little as he leaves a hickey on my shoulder blade.
“A little reminder for who you belong to, babygirl.” He mumbles on my hot skin before giving me more of his kisses. He hisses on my skin as he feels my hand palms him through his boxers, feeling his thick shaft in my hand. My hand grabs his cock and I can feel it stretching under my touch.
Next thing I know he turns us over so he hovers above me, towering me with his rock-hard body. Every little thing about him is mine, his veiny arms, his shoulders, his hard chest, his thighs, and his dick. I know for sure that through his eyes that look at my body under him, he thinks the same. Every little thing about me is his, and it only makes his dick throb in his boxers. He leans in to kiss me again, savoring the taste of my lips before he pulls away to strip me from my bra.
He takes a moment or two to appreciate the sight of my tits before him, I can hear him growl before he grabs both breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
“Look at them, babygirl. They fit my hands perfectly, made for my hands to squeeze.” He growls, playing with my nipples with his thumbs. I bite down my lip, holding in my moans from his teasing. “Don’t even think about holding in your moans, understand?” He commands in his beloved dominant tone.
I give him a slight nod, but he doesn’t seem so happy about it.
“Don’t fucking nod at me, I wanna hear your pretty voice, babygirl.” He sounds harsh, but soothes his harshness by using the pet name. He leans into my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth to suck and lick as his finger plays with my other nipple.
“Yes, Harry, yes, I understand!” I moan, trying my best to lower my voice.
These sucking noises he makes on my nipple drives me insane, and the look he gives me as he bites my hard nipple using his lips, almost tells me with his eyes that I belong to him. My fingers run through his brown locks and tug on it a little as he turns to the other nipple, leaving the first one with a little pop and leaving it as hard as it can be. Give the same attention to my other nipple, he does, leaving it with a pop sound. His lips kiss my tits all the way and a loud moan escapes my mouth as he gives me a love-bite on my breast.
He straightens his back a little to hover above me once again so my hands hold him by the arms, he looks at his work on my tits and gives a wide grin. “So fucking hot.” He breathes, lust eating the best of him.
In one rough move, he slides the panties off of me only to throw it behind his back to end up somewhere. I giggle as he grabs my calves in his hands and spreads both open to just watch my pussy as it glints right before his eyes. The lusty look he eyes my pussy with make my little bundle of nerve throb.
“Look who’s so fucking ready for my cock!” He teases, leaving one of my calves to run two fingers between my folds, collecting my wetness before he pulls both fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. “Such a sweet little pussy.” He says as he lets go of his fingers, enjoying the taste of me. Groaning at his move, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“All for you, only you.” I moan and I can see a smirk creep on his face.
“You’re goddamn right.” He agrees in a husky tone before he roughly places my leg that he’s holding onto his shoulder as he leans down on my pussy like a hungry animal.
I gasp loudly just when I feel his tongue licking between my folds and teasing my clit. My fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it. He pulls my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking onto them.
“Oh god! Yes, Harry.” I moan, pressuring myself to keep quiet. Soon enough he notices that because he pulls away from my pussy to look at me as he’s in between my thighs with his mouth glints with my liquids all over.
“Don’t fucking hold it. I want them to hear so next time we fuck you won’t be so shy, babygirl.” He doesn’t give me a second to respond because immediately he returns his full attention to my pussy, separating my pussy lips so he can give little licks to my clit.
“oh my, fuck!” I shake, arching my back, feeling him pull me with his arms by the waist closer onto his face, licking me with his whole mouth and giving my clit the pressure, it craves.
Sucking my pussy into his mouth, his nose tickles me. I can feel my whole body being desperate to let go of the climax. But just as I think his sucking and licking will get me to cum, he pulls completely away.
“Please, Harry, let me cum!” I plead, furrowing my brows and give him wide puppy eyes. His now wet lips turn into a smirk as he straightens his back and letting my leg fall from his shoulder.
“God, I love your pleadings.” He growls, slamming two fingers into my hole.
“HOLY MOTHER-“ I scream, feeling my whole body ready to burst, I arch my back, but soon Harry grabs me by the hair slightly rough and makes me watch his fingers thrust in and out of me.
“Look at you so desperate to take whatever I give you!” He growls, thrusting in me with his fingers so hard that my whole body shakes with his moves. I feel my legs automatically close around his hand so he pulls fingers out of me and slaps my thigh to force them open. “Open your fucking legs!”
“Yes, Harry, yes, please, please.” The mess I am plead, so frustrated of being edged and forcing my legs open.
“Please what?” He gives me a mischievous grin, running his wet fingers between my tits and down on my belly.
“Please, finger me and make me cum, please.” I pant, bucking my hips forward unconsciously.
“Such a good girl.” He whispers, playing with my pussy lips slightly before slamming his fingers into me once again.
I can feel his fingers curl inside of me, thrusting in and out in hard and fast moves. My eyes roll back and I can feel myself ready to give him all of my cum.
“Don’t fucking dare to cum till I tell you to!” He commands, not slowing down and tightening his grip onto my hair. I look him with teary eyes, listening to the sounds his fingers make every time they thrust in and out of my tight hole.
“Please, Harry, I can’t hold it any longer.” I scream, not giving a fuck that my parents are probably listening to their daughter getting fingered.
“God, such a horny mess!” He sounds so excited for my climax more than me as his eyes look between my horny face and my desperate pussy. “Fucking cum all over my fingers, cum!” He repeats the word ‘cum’ multiple times and it’s all I need to roll my eyes back.
“HARRY, oh my fucking g-“ My body shakes and my back forcefully arches so Harry lets go of my hair, letting me fall onto the bed, but he pulls his fingers out, rubbing my pussy as I feel like I’m exploding.
Panting and done with my climax, I look down at Harry who has a wide grin on his face and there’s a large wet spot on the sheets.
“What’s that?” I ask, panting.
“You squirmed, babygirl.” He answers, leaning down on me to kiss me with his wet lips. I can taste my own pussy on his lips and tongue.
Nibbling on my lips, he takes off his boxers and groans in my mouth as he feels his cock goes free. He pulls away from the kiss and straightens his back and gets between my legs, holding his hard, thick cock in his hand and taps it on my pussy, running it between my lips.
“You’re always so fucking ready for my cock, babygirl.” He breathes, watching as his cock collects the juices off my pussy.
I moan in response, and feel the tip of his cock enters me. Feeling a little sensitive, I whine.
“Oh, babygirl, I know, I know you’re so sensitive.” God, his tone of voice makes me wanna eat him. “But you can take it, right, babygirl? You can take daddy’s cock.” He encourages, sliding slowly into me.
“Yes, daddy, I can take it.” I moan, feeling him enter me in his full glory.
His hands grab me by the hips, pulling me closer and I can hear his loud moans, feeling me wrapping him perfectly.
“Fuck! Just the way I like it. Fuck yourself on my cock, babygirl, use my cock.” He commands in a soft tone. My hips move forwards and backwards, pulling him in and pushing him out so slowly, it kills the both of us. “Good fucking girl.” He grunts, guiding me with his hands on my hips.
“Fuck me faster, please, daddy.” I pout, giving him the full experience of a good fucking girl.
“God, you know I can’t resist you, huh? You know I can’t deny my princess’s wishes.” He bites his lip, thrusting in me in full force, grabbing onto my hips.
“OH FUCK YES, HARRY!” I scream his name, enjoying his fast thrusts.
He grunts, crazy for the pleasure I provide for his cock. My hands hold onto the sheets as the bed bangs against the wall slightly and his skin hits my skin in every deep move he makes in my pussy. His eyes look down at every time he pushes out of me, my pussy lips rub his cock and he growls at the sight, lowering his back to kiss my lips hungrily.
“You like that? Like how good you’re feeling getting fucked by ME with your parents are right there hearing your desperate moans?” He dirty-talks in my ear as my arms wrap around him.
I scratch his back, feeling every thrust he gives me and feeling his chest that’s pressed against mine. He hovers above me to suck onto one nipple of mine.
“God, yes! You fuck me so good, daddy.” I moan, running my fingers in his hair and clenching around his throbbing cock. Before I know it’s coming, his hand wraps around my neck, choking me slightly rough.
“You think I didn’t feel that? Don’t even think about it, don’t fucking cum!” He growls, fucking my brains out harder than ever. “Your hungry little pussy is not to cum before I say so.”
With pleasure driven, teary eyes I look into his eyes. He loves overpowering me and I love being controlled by him. Perfect match. The pressure of stopping myself from coming pains me, a good pain to be precise.
“I fucking own you! I can fuck you whenever I want, wherever I like. Let your parents hear it from you, who fucking owns you?” I can’t even fucking describe his tone of voice at this point, I just wanna die in pleasure right now.
He loosens his grip on my neck a little to let me speak clearly, slamming into me so hard the bed would break at any moment.
Looking into his eyes, the sight of my horny, needy face makes him wanna cum, “You own me, Harry. Please, let me cum.” I scream as I feel his hand go from my neck to my clit, rubbing circles.
“So good, babygirl, so fucking good! Cum!” He grunts, trying not to cum himself just yet. He keeps his pace, knowing that I don’t need him to go faster or harder than he already is doing.
“Thank you, thank you! HOLY SHHH!” I scream, arching my back almost breaking it and shaking under him and at this moment he feels his ego boosts. My walls clench around him and he fights the urge to cum.
“YESSS! SUCH A GOOD FUCKING GIRL!” He giggles, enjoying his masculinity. “No one can make you cum like I do.”
Panting, I kiss his toned chest, loving every part of my man. “Please cum in my pussy, I wanna feel your cum fill me up.”
His filled-with-lust eyes look more desperate, slamming into me harder as he feels his climax reaching. “You want me to fucking breed you, huh? Tell me.”
Well, the breeding kink is mutual. And I am so happy to give it to him.
“Yes, baby, I want you to get me fucking pregnant, fill my tight pussy up.” I moan, looking into his eyes and clenching around him tightly.
I feel his upper body falls on top of min, and hear him give me my beloved man moans I love in my ears, “Ugh, GOD!” He grunts, giving me all of his cum as his thrusts become a little sloppy.
We take a few moments in each other’s arms, panting. Slowly, Harry straightens up his back to look to where we’re connected. He pulls his dick out only for him to watch his white cum ooze from my hole.
“Holy fuck, if only you could see that.” He grins, rubbing my pussy slightly.
I flinch, “No, baby, please, I’m too sensitive.”
He pulls off of my pussy, “Sorry, baby, just too delicious.”
He lays next to me, looking at me and all of a sudden, we burst into laughter.
“Do you think they heard us?” I ask a stupid question, cuddling into him.
“Do you think they’ll stay after hearing this?” He laughs, pulling me closer into him.
“Probably not.” I giggle, placing my head on his chest, enjoying his smell. The smell of my man.
The day has been so fun, my parents visited two days ago to spend some time with us as me and Harry live in another state. They wanted to check in at some hotel, but I refused. Our house is big enough to take all of us for five days, anyways. But there’s one thing that’s been bothering Harry because of my parents’ visit, which is that I refused to have sex at all until they leave. Don’t get me wrong, the idea itself is thrilling, but I’d be so embarrassed to show them my face afterwards. I’m a shy girl, okay? How can I look my parents in the eyes after they hear me getting fucked by my boyfriend? Let alone that Harry’s always with us, so I always imagine the irony of Harry shaking hands with my father, the same hand that had its fingers in me. Ugh, it’s so thrilling, but I’m a chicken.
After dinner, we decide to watch something on the TV and of course my father prefers to watch the news. My mother shares the same obsession of ‘Knowing what’s happening in the world’ so obviously Harry and I decide on leaving both of them and going to our bedroom, the usual thing. Little do I know, Harry is so frustrated. I change into some comfy undies before going to bed next to Harry who has only boxers on. I cuddle into him, laying my head on his chest and soon after his fingers play with my hair as he brings me closer to him. His wooden cologne mixes with his own scent, it’s the scent I’ve fallen in love with. His rock-hard body feels so hot against mine and I appreciate it so much that I almost don’t feel my finger that draws on his visible tattoos.
“Was dinner good?” I ask, playing with his butterfly tattoo.
“Very good. You’re an amazing cook, babe.” He answers, trying his best not to rip my panties off of me.
“They’re gonna lose track of time in front of the TV like every night.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, about that.” He says, clearing his throat while his hand falls on my bare waist, feeling the flesh under his touch.
“What?” I look up at him with big eyes. He sighs at the sight of me, gulping.
“It’s been too long, y/n.” He confesses, his hand playing with the hem of my panties, daring himself to grab my ass.
“Ugh, Harry, you know how I feel about that. It’s been like only three days.” I try reasoning with him, but to be honest that’s too long for us. We fuck almost every day if we have the chance, whether in the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, living room, dining room, and whether it’s a full sex experience or just a quickie. Even when I get my period, we’ll find a way to satisfy each other. So, three days with no action at all is a lot to deal with.
“Don’t underestimate those three days, I’ve been holding myself from fucking you in front of your father the whole time.” He grins, knowing for sure that his words have a charm over me.
This guy is an experienced dirty-talker, he says all the right things at the right time. Adding that he knows that though I’m so shy, the idea of being fucked in my parents’ presence thrills me.
“Aren’t you the one that always tells me how much of a screamer I am? How am I going to be silent?” I giggle, feeling his hand travels up to my back. His touch sends volts of electricity in my whole body as if it’s the first time he touches me.
“I’ll make sure you stay silent when I fuck you good. And let them hear, for all I care they already know that I fuck you.” His grin never backs off as his voice goes lower in a husky tone. I feel it coming through his lips. “But what they don’t know is that you love how good I make you feel with my cock slamming your little pussy.”
God, fuck me, fuck me now.
“Are you planning on letting them know that?” I ask, feeling my clit pulse in my panties.
“Oh, yeah!” He chuckles, feeling the softness of my skin under his touch. “Just give me the green light, and I won’t stop till I fucking put a baby in you.”
The breeding kink he knows I’m into. This handsome, green-eyed bastard knows me too much. I bite my lower lip, looking up into his eyes and down to his mischievous pink lips. Whatever, I’ll try to keep my silence. Finding myself nod at him with a small shy smile, his sneaky hand boldly grabs onto my ass cheek just as his seducing lips pull my own lips into a hungry kiss. The kiss is not as sweet as it usually is, I know this kiss very well by now. It’s a frustrated kiss from frustrated lips. He fights for dominance over my lips, but I easily give in and open my mouth for him to devour. I’m not planning on fighting over dominance with him now, I just wanna be a good girl tonight. The wet kisses we share do some black magic underneath my panties and his boxers. His tongue that slams into my mouth make my pussy feels hotter in desire and lust for his touch while I can feel his bulge grow bigger and bigger by the second. His teeth, softly, bite onto my lower lip and pull it slightly before they let it go.
His mouth goes down, giving wet kisses on my neck and sucking in love-bites without a bit of a care about the mark he’ll leave. I gasp with every kiss he places on my sweet-spot and grunt a little as he leaves a hickey on my shoulder blade.
“A little reminder for who you belong to, babygirl.” He mumbles on my hot skin before giving me more of his kisses. He hisses on my skin as he feels my hand palms him through his boxers, feeling his thick shaft in my hand. My hand grabs his cock and I can feel it stretching under my touch.
Next thing I know he turns us over so he hovers above me, towering me with his rock-hard body. Every little thing about him is mine, his veiny arms, his shoulders, his hard chest, his thighs, and his dick. I know for sure that through his eyes that look at my body under him, he thinks the same. Every little thing about me is his, and it only makes his dick throb in his boxers. He leans in to kiss me again, savoring the taste of my lips before he pulls away to strip me from my bra.
He takes a moment or two to appreciate the sight of my tits before him, I can hear him growl before he grabs both breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
“Look at them, babygirl. They fit my hands perfectly, made for my hands to squeeze.” He growls, playing with my nipples with his thumbs. I bite down my lip, holding in my moans from his teasing. “Don’t even think about holding in your moans, understand?” He commands in his beloved dominant tone.
I give him a slight nod, but he doesn’t seem so happy about it.
“Don’t fucking nod at me, I wanna hear your pretty voice, babygirl.” He sounds harsh, but soothes his harshness by using the pet name. He leans into my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth to suck and lick as his finger plays with my other nipple.
“Yes, Harry, yes, I understand!” I moan, trying my best to lower my voice.
These sucking noises he makes on my nipple drives me insane, and the look he gives me as he bites my hard nipple using his lips, almost tells me with his eyes that I belong to him. My fingers run through his brown locks and tug on it a little as he turns to the other nipple, leaving the first one with a little pop and leaving it as hard as it can be. Give the same attention to my other nipple, he does, leaving it with a pop sound. His lips kiss my tits all the way and a loud moan escapes my mouth as he gives me a love-bite on my breast.
He straightens his back a little to hover above me once again so my hands hold him by the arms, he looks at his work on my tits and gives a wide grin. “So fucking hot.” He breathes, lust eating the best of him.
In one rough move, he slides the panties off of me only to throw it behind his back to end up somewhere. I giggle as he grabs my calves in his hands and spreads both open to just watch my pussy as it glints right before his eyes. The lusty look he eyes my pussy with make my little bundle of nerve throb.
“Look who’s so fucking ready for my cock!” He teases, leaving one of my calves to run two fingers between my folds, collecting my wetness before he pulls both fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices off of them. “Such a sweet little pussy.” He says as he lets go of his fingers, enjoying the taste of me. Groaning at his move, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“All for you, only you.” I moan and I can see a smirk creep on his face.
“You’re goddamn right.” He agrees in a husky tone before he roughly places my leg that he’s holding onto his shoulder as he leans down on my pussy like a hungry animal.
I gasp loudly just when I feel his tongue licking between my folds and teasing my clit. My fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it. He pulls my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking onto them.
“Oh god! Yes, Harry.” I moan, pressuring myself to keep quiet. Soon enough he notices that because he pulls away from my pussy to look at me as he’s in between my thighs with his mouth glints with my liquids all over.
“Don’t fucking hold it. I want them to hear so next time we fuck you won’t be so shy, babygirl.” He doesn’t give me a second to respond because immediately he returns his full attention to my pussy, separating my pussy lips so he can give little licks to my clit.
“oh my, fuck!” I shake, arching my back, feeling him pull me with his arms by the waist closer onto his face, licking me with his whole mouth and giving my clit the pressure, it craves.
Sucking my pussy into his mouth, his nose tickles me. I can feel my whole body being desperate to let go of the climax. But just as I think his sucking and licking will get me to cum, he pulls completely away.
“Please, Harry, let me cum!” I plead, furrowing my brows and give him wide puppy eyes. His now wet lips turn into a smirk as he straightens his back and letting my leg fall from his shoulder.
“God, I love your pleadings.” He growls, slamming two fingers into my hole.
“HOLY MOTHER-“ I scream, feeling my whole body ready to burst, I arch my back, but soon Harry grabs me by the hair slightly rough and makes me watch his fingers thrust in and out of me.
“Look at you so desperate to take whatever I give you!” He growls, thrusting in me with his fingers so hard that my whole body shakes with his moves. I feel my legs automatically close around his hand so he pulls fingers out of me and slaps my thigh to force them open. “Open your fucking legs!”
“Yes, Harry, yes, please, please.” The mess I am plead, so frustrated of being edged and forcing my legs open.
“Please what?” He gives me a mischievous grin, running his wet fingers between my tits and down on my belly.
“Please, finger me and make me cum, please.” I pant, bucking my hips forward unconsciously.
“Such a good girl.” He whispers, playing with my pussy lips slightly before slamming his fingers into me once again.
I can feel his fingers curl inside of me, thrusting in and out in hard and fast moves. My eyes roll back and I can feel myself ready to give him all of my cum.
“Don’t fucking dare to cum till I tell you to!” He commands, not slowing down and tightening his grip onto my hair. I look him with teary eyes, listening to the sounds his fingers make every time they thrust in and out of my tight hole.
“Please, Harry, I can’t hold it any longer.” I scream, not giving a fuck that my parents are probably listening to their daughter getting fingered.
“God, such a horny mess!” He sounds so excited for my climax more than me as his eyes look between my horny face and my desperate pussy. “Fucking cum all over my fingers, cum!” He repeats the word ‘cum’ multiple times and it’s all I need to roll my eyes back.
“HARRY, oh my fucking g-“ My body shakes and my back forcefully arches so Harry lets go of my hair, letting me fall onto the bed, but he pulls his fingers out, rubbing my pussy as I feel like I’m exploding.
Panting and done with my climax, I look down at Harry who has a wide grin on his face and there’s a large wet spot on the sheets.
“What’s that?” I ask, panting.
“You squirmed, babygirl.” He answers, leaning down on me to kiss me with his wet lips. I can taste my own pussy on his lips and tongue.
Nibbling on my lips, he takes off his boxers and groans in my mouth as he feels his cock goes free. He pulls away from the kiss and straightens his back and gets between my legs, holding his hard, thick cock in his hand and taps it on my pussy, running it between my lips.
“You’re always so fucking ready for my cock, babygirl.” He breathes, watching as his cock collects the juices off my pussy.
I moan in response, and feel the tip of his cock enters me. Feeling a little sensitive, I whine.
“Oh, babygirl, I know, I know you’re so sensitive.” God, his tone of voice makes me wanna eat him. “But you can take it, right, babygirl? You can take daddy’s cock.” He encourages, sliding slowly into me.
“Yes, daddy, I can take it.” I moan, feeling him enter me in his full glory.
His hands grab me by the hips, pulling me closer and I can hear his loud moans, feeling me wrapping him perfectly.
“Fuck! Just the way I like it. Fuck yourself on my cock, babygirl, use my cock.” He commands in a soft tone. My hips move forwards and backwards, pulling him in and pushing him out so slowly, it kills the both of us. “Good fucking girl.” He grunts, guiding me with his hands on my hips.
“Fuck me faster, please, daddy.” I pout, giving him the full experience of a good fucking girl.
“God, you know I can’t resist you, huh? You know I can’t deny my princess’s wishes.” He bites his lip, thrusting in me in full force, grabbing onto my hips.
“OH FUCK YES, HARRY!” I scream his name, enjoying his fast thrusts.
He grunts, crazy for the pleasure I provide for his cock. My hands hold onto the sheets as the bed bangs against the wall slightly and his skin hits my skin in every deep move he makes in my pussy. His eyes look down at every time he pushes out of me, my pussy lips rub his cock and he growls at the sight, lowering his back to kiss my lips hungrily.
“You like that? Like how good you’re feeling getting fucked by ME with your parents are right there hearing your desperate moans?” He dirty-talks in my ear as my arms wrap around him.
I scratch his back, feeling every thrust he gives me and feeling his chest that’s pressed against mine. He hovers above me to suck onto one nipple of mine.
“God, yes! You fuck me so good, daddy.” I moan, running my fingers in his hair and clenching around his throbbing cock. Before I know it’s coming, his hand wraps around my neck, choking me slightly rough.
“You think I didn’t feel that? Don’t even think about it, don’t fucking cum!” He growls, fucking my brains out harder than ever. “Your hungry little pussy is not to cum before I say so.”
With pleasure driven, teary eyes I look into his eyes. He loves overpowering me and I love being controlled by him. Perfect match. The pressure of stopping myself from coming pains me, a good pain to be precise.
“I fucking own you! I can fuck you whenever I want, wherever I like. Let your parents hear it from you, who fucking owns you?” I can’t even fucking describe his tone of voice at this point, I just wanna die in pleasure right now.
He loosens his grip on my neck a little to let me speak clearly, slamming into me so hard the bed would break at any moment.
Looking into his eyes, the sight of my horny, needy face makes him wanna cum, “You own me, Harry. Please, let me cum.” I scream as I feel his hand go from my neck to my clit, rubbing circles.
“So good, babygirl, so fucking good! Cum!” He grunts, trying not to cum himself just yet. He keeps his pace, knowing that I don’t need him to go faster or harder than he already is doing.
“Thank you, thank you! HOLY SHHH!” I scream, arching my back almost breaking it and shaking under him and at this moment he feels his ego boosts. My walls clench around him and he fights the urge to cum.
“YESSS! SUCH A GOOD FUCKING GIRL!” He giggles, enjoying his masculinity. “No one can make you cum like I do.”
Panting, I kiss his toned chest, loving every part of my man. “Please cum in my pussy, I wanna feel your cum fill me up.”
His filled-with-lust eyes look more desperate, slamming into me harder as he feels his climax reaching. “You want me to fucking breed you, huh? Tell me.”
Well, the breeding kink is mutual. And I am so happy to give it to him.
“Yes, baby, I want you to get me fucking pregnant, fill my tight pussy up.” I moan, looking into his eyes and clenching around him tightly.
I feel his upper body falls on top of min, and hear him give me my beloved man moans I love in my ears, “Ugh, GOD!” He grunts, giving me all of his cum as his thrusts become a little sloppy.
We take a few moments in each other’s arms, panting. Slowly, Harry straightens up his back to look to where we’re connected. He pulls his dick out only for him to watch his white cum ooze from my hole.
“Holy fuck, if only you could see that.” He grins, rubbing my pussy slightly.
I flinch, “No, baby, please, I’m too sensitive.”
He pulls off of my pussy, “Sorry, baby, just too delicious.”
He lays next to me, looking at me and all of a sudden, we burst into laughter.
“Do you think they heard us?” I ask a stupid question, cuddling into him.
“Do you think they’ll stay after hearing this?” He laughs, pulling me closer into him.
“Probably not.” I giggle, placing my head on his chest, enjoying his smell. The smell of my man.
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