Slash's fav woman

Your legs quivered as freshly manicured nails dug into his shoulders. Tear after tear ran from your eyes, sniffles heard from where your head laid on his shoulder. His tip nudged your cervix, as deep as he could go.

Harry was always on top, always fucking you until you were completely stupid. You were always on your back or on your stomach, weakly clawing at his arms and whimpering his name. That was what the two of you liked, but then you decided to get confident.

“I bet I could ride you better than you can fuck me,” you had said. The confident smirk on your face made Harry want to tear his eyes out.

Harry was never one to back down from a challenge though, so now he had his back against the headboard, sitting there as he watched you cry as you tried to ride him. He was too big, and every movement you made felt like too much. He just sat there, arms crossed as he watched you quiver.

“Harry, Harry, please..” you whined. Tears ran over your puffy lips, cheeks flushed. He looked at you, visibly amused by the sight before him.

Yet after minutes passed and you had hardly gotten in five real bounces on his cock, he was a little frustrated. His arms uncrossed and his fingers dug into your hips.

“I thought you were confident, hm? Ride me better than I can fuck you?” His head tilted as he guided you up and down on his cock. Your body just fell forwards, cheek pressing against his pec. He grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tighter, lifting his hips to fuck himself up into you. “Fucking useless,” he grumbled.

The short whine that was pulled from your lips from the insult made him smile. You felt it against your own skin.

“Dont cum unless I tell you to, got it?” He mumbled. No response came from you, so he tugged your head back to look at him. One of his hands met your cheek. The skin turned red where he hit. “Got it?” he repeated more sternly. You nodded. Good enough.

He kept your head tugged back to see your face as the tears dried on your cheeks. His cock twitched at the sight of your glossy eyes, seeming so out of focus. He was focused on his own pleasure, but he felt your walls flutter around his cock. You were close? Already? He huffed and made quicker, shallower thrusts, not granting the pleasure of those deep thrusts.

At that pace, he was going to cum first. As he felt his own climax begin to wash over him, he rammed his cock back all the way in, his tip brushing your cervix once more. The almost pained gasp that came from the intrusion was enough to set him off. His cum filled the warm space to the brim, the space that he had fucked himself into until he knew no other man would be able to make you feel that good.

Before you were able to climax as well, he pulled himself out of your hole. His tip landed two mean smacks to your clit before he picked you up and set you aside.

Now that he was in charge of his father’s business though, the stress he experienced increased tenfold. The hours he spent doing paperwork, trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on, was really getting to him. One day, as he was sat in his office, hunched over the desk, you walked in. You carried a glass of water in your hands, meant to be for yourself. The glass was placed on the desk and he downed it in a second. No use in protesting now.

“Youre overworking yourself, Harry,” you said. He leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“I know, but this is important.” His hand stretched out to take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle twice. Your free hand ran through his hair, which he leaned into. A slight smile curved your lips at the sight.

“You’re so tense,” you whispered, the words seeming to leave your lips as a sigh. You pulled your hands away from him to rest on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots of his muscles. He groaned softly and leaned back a little more, slouching. Rounding his chair, you stood in front of him. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

“No, no. I can’t. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be a while.” He frowned and put his hands on your hips. You nodded and walked to the door, taking the glass with you. Your fingers curled around the doorknob and then you halted. A thought crossed your mind.

“Then can I do what I wanted to do… here?” You turned around again to look at him. His brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. Crossing the room quickly, the glass hit the wooden desk once more. His eyes followed your every move curiously until he saw you kneel.

“Oh- you meant that?” He gasped slightly. A short nod was all that was given as a response as your fingers moved to tug off the belt he wore with his suit. His hips lifted so you could pull his trousers down as well. His boxers followed. His cock hardened under your touch, twitching slightly as it rose to its full glory. Soft lips pressed kisses along his shaft, tongue darting out to press along the veins that ran up it.

Initially, Harry believed that your actions wouldn’t distract him too much, that maybe it could just be like a massage but… on his cock. It had been a long time since they had the chance to have sex, so he definitely forgot how good it was. After his tip touched your tongue, it was over. His balls strained.

Manicured nails dug into his thighs slightly just to ground herself as you took him into your mouth. His eyes rolled back briefly before opening again to be able to watch. The taste of his precum as it seeped into your mouth seemed heavenly in a way. So foreign, yet so familiar.

One hand was twisting around the parts of him that wouldn’t fit into your mouth, while the other held his balls. They were full and painfully heavy, needing release. He was so very sensitive. The light fondling of his balls had his thighs quivering just slightly as his nails dug into the fancy wooden desk in front of him. There was a call on the phone.

“Motherfucking- mmh..” he moaned softly and denied the call. But they called back again and again. The feeling of your tongue against his cock was too good to let go of though. His fingers threaded into your hair, taking control of your movements as he picked up the phone. “Osborn,” he grunted, doing his best to sound put together. His eyes squeezed shut in focus and he leaned back in the chair, pushing your head down on his cock.

The conversation he had over the phone wasn’t registered by your mind as his hand kept your head pushed down. The smell of him was overwhelming as the light hairs around his base tickled your nose. It seemed like hours until he hung up the phone and released his grip. Removing your mouth from him briefly, you coughed to catch your breath.

“You ok, baby?” He murmured, not realizing what he had really done. You didn’t seem to realize either though. With one more blink and a breath, he was back in your mouth. His thighs tensed and you felt his balls squeeze in your hands. “Shit- fuck.. hold on-“ he grunted and his back arched slightly. Harry always prided himself on not cumming fast, or having his shit together when he did.

Not this time.

With a buck of his hips and a drop of spit running to his balls, he came. “Shi… mm!” He muffled his noise with a hand over his mouth. While he was still spurting cum right down your throat, the door to his office opened.

“Mr. Osborn? Peter Parker is here,” his assistant said. Harry nodded, keeping his hand over his mouth and lowering his head. The assistant was confused at the nearly crosseyed expression Harry had on his face, so he just backed out of the office.

Harry grabbed a tissue from his desk and touched your cheek. “Spit,” he said softly and held the tissue near your mouth. Your lips parted to show your mouth empty. His cum was swallowed.

Harry took a moment and just stared at where he expected to see a pool of his cum and then cleared his throat. He set the tissue on the desk, moved his hair away, and then helped you out from under the desk. But then he spun you around and pinned you to it. His pelvis pressed against your ass.