Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Warning: strong sexual content.      

  A forced orgasm? What the fuck kind of insanity have I been thrown into?

        A sudden gasp escaped my lips as he put pressure on my lace covered clitoris with his finger once again. My eyes closing shut as he continued his assault. I felt his finger retreat, causing me to release a whimper, missing, longing for his touch to return. 

        He leaned down, his hot breath fiercely striking my neck, and whispered, "You look absolutely insatiable right now. I cannot wait til I taste this," he brings his palm down and possessively cups the mound, triggering the senses all over again. His hand rubbing over my girly bits. 

        His deep chuckle only drives me even more forward into a cloudy land of pleasure. 

        "I've barely even touched you, yet you're already close to the edge of coming for me." 

My mind was incapable of forming any words of retaliation let alone a single coherent thought convincing me of my resistance. My body felt like it was on fire, his touch extinguishing it into a world of pure sexual allure. As his fingers teasingly retreat, the craving grows.

"You think way too much," he rolls his eyes, taking a hold of my lacy underwear and tugs them off with much familiarity and ease. His experience making me apprehensive yet, somehow assuringly comforted.

The thin lacy barrier was gone. He was face to face with my nether regions, all open and exposed. Color instantly rose in my cheeks as I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." the strewn of profanities escaped as he stared down my genitals. For the love of God, can we at least turn off the lights or something. My humiliation rose, compelling my body to wiggle his gaze off.

"Your squirming is only making me harder, babe. Always love a good challenge," he deviously chuckled, his eyes darting up to my own, daring me to protest.

"Fuck y-"

"Don't fucking make me gag you." His smirk had disappeared, grip on my hips tightening and leaving painful marks. Alright then. Grin and bear it Daphne. Grin and bear it. Being gagged is the last thing you wanted.

"Good girl..." he purred, his eyes going back to my mound.

"You know, I'm kinda shocked," he began, his face just casually in front of my- er-  area. 

"... I honestly thought I'd be dealing with a much hairier situation down here," he smirked approvingly. My eyes shut instantly in embarrassment. Once I had hit the wonderful world of puberty, the hair growth instantly grossed me out. So, I simply shaved it all off. The upkeep is irritating, but better than having the hairy bush. 

His hand began stroking up and down the area-exploring, touching, unravelling... My moans couldn't be tamed even if I tried. Maybe the gag was a good idea...

"Your pussy is like a pornstar's dream." He spread my folds, exposing me further towards his greedy eyes. His head dipped down, so that his chocolate head of curls was all I could see between my thighs. 

I gasped immediately as I felt his hot, silky tongue lick a path right up from the small opening to the sensitive nub, now hardened. He blew a wave of breath and my muscles tensed. The teasing was relentless.

"P-please..." I moaned, eyes shutting and reopening instantaneously when I felt his finger probe the entrance of my vagina. He flicked his tongue against my clit, his finger slowly entering. The unfamiliar intrusion was welcomed as my walls engulfed his finger. The new sensations were paralyzing and like nothing I had ever experienced before. I didn't have to do anything. My arms were bound and I was completely at the mercy of the glorious monster between my legs. His other hand came up and roughly grabbed my breast, kneading the soft flesh. My body melts at his touch like a new candle being lit, previously untouched but now a molten mess.