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His words have always held authority over my mind, reeling me in like a hidden fishing hook ready to pierce the top of my mouth.
The way his fingers would trace up the line in my tights underneath my skirt, delicately and curiously inching close...
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(3880 words) "drugs, the sex, the lights I think I want it all like every night. and god, I know it's wrong it feels so right."
Niall ☆
The dripping wet arousal glimmers on my chin as I kiss her again, feeling her body relax against my fingers like they were magic– something that is given no other response besides complete and utter obedience. Harry rips her face away from me, licking her bottom lip harshly and her entire body arches. I slip out my fingers while pulling my pants down to my thighs, not being able to wait to feel her and Harry is directing her towards his cock.
He and I have never fucked a girl together, never even talked out it– but the alcohol is driving the both of us and it is stopping us from processing what we are about to do. I truly don't care what he is doing while this happens, I have been waiting years for her. All those nights where she passed out besides me with nothing but a shaggy shirt and thin black underwear.. It took everything in me to not spread her leg and drive myself into her until she cried for more.
She's overlooked me and now is my chance to show her just how much her best friend's annoying older brother can do to her.
"You're such a pretty girl, Amy.." Harry praises her, grazing his thumb over her bottom lip and she parts her soft lips for him. My hands grip her creamy breasts, my tip aligned with her wet cunt and she feels me begin to push inside.
Her head attempts to look down at me but Harry keeps her head from moving, pushing himself into her mouth as I feel her tight walls envelope my throbbing cock. My head falls to her neck, choking on moans as the pleasure consumes me painfully I hear her cough and her body tenses up, her walls contracting around my shaft and it sends a zap of electric lust through my body.
My tongue laps around her tit, trying to savor this moment as much as I could. "Can you feel me Amy? Can you feel me inside of you?"
She moans around Harry's length, his hips pulling back just to snap forward and I lick my teeth in excitement at how rough he is fucking her throat. I slam myself into her, a scream rumbling out of her chest as I groan into her from the warm and dripping cunt that has always been my one fucking wish to have.
I growl harshly with my hips jerking back and forth with such a rough pace that I see her eyes glistening with tears. I would've stopped, but her hips arch and buck as if she was begging for more with her hands sticking out.
Her left goes to my waist, soft fingertips gripping my flesh with whimpers and cries echoing around the now sweltering hot room. Her right grips the bottom of Harry's cock, pumping him as fast as she could with strings of spit and precum dripping down her slim neck. Just the sight alone has me rolling my hips into her, a burning heat growing in my lower stomach with my lungs burning from my labored breath.
