She Loves Control

Versace On The Floor

"On your hands and knees." He demands drowning the rest of his wine. I do as told with out hesitation or a fight. I kneel down before sitting on my knees resting my hands on my thighs. Harry sits there, marveling at my naked state.

"I can't wait to taste you." He licks his lips. He grabs my by the hair forcing me to stand. He kisses my lips.

Harry picks me up and throws me on the bed. Then he pulls off his shirt and his pants. He comes forward, pulling my legs towards him. Opening them up for him.

With out warning, Harry thrusts his face between my legs and starts to lick my clit so hard I almost came right then and there. I gasp loudly, not expecting the the abrupt force and the fantastic feeling. But I refuse to moan. I refuse to give him any satisfaction that this feels good.

Harry's curly fluffs rubs against my inner thighs and god this feels so goddamn incredible. My hands drag into his curly hair, and I pull his face farther into me, loving the unbelievably amazing things he is doing with his mouth and tongue. I feel a moan start to rise in the back of my throat. But I hold it back.

"I know it feels good baby." He says against my clit. "Just moan for me."

Oh shit. His voice becomes even deeper when he's aroused. My weakness is a man with a deep ass voice.

"So damn wet." I look down to see him smirking. He licks a bold strip from the bottom of my vagina up to my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Don't moan
Don't moan
Don't moan

He sucks my clit harder into his mouth then drove his tongue deep inside my pussy, tasting all of me.

"You're so sweet, my love." My back arches off the bed, my legs start to tremble.

"Jesus..." I whisper. "Harry don't stop." I moan giving in.

"What do you want baby?" He growls against me.

"I wanna come." I cry out in ecstasy.

"You are not to come without my permission, Anastasia." He uses his finger to rub my clit while he thrusts his tongue inside of me. My body is on pleasure overload and I know I'm not going to be able to last.

"I'm coming." I squeal.

"You better fucking not." He switches positions, placing his tongue on my clit and thrusting three fingers in me without warning.

"Shit!" I scream. "Let me come please."

"That's not good enough. I know you can do better." He sits up, ripping his wondrous tongue away from my clit.

But his fingers. Oh god his fingers are fantastic. Long and slender. Pumping in and out of me.

"Please. Please." I beg closing my eyes.

"Oh baby." Harry chuckles evilly. "That's pathetic."

I can't hold back any longer. My brain stops working and my heart is pumping so fast it might explode. The walls echo my screaming and wet sounds my pussy makes every time Harry thrusts his fingers in me.

It's electrifying, it's sexy and it's turning me in even more.

"I'll do anything you want! I'll be your submissive! Just please let me come." I scream at the top of my lungs. "Please Harry please."

"Come." He demands. I start thrashing around. Throwing my head from side to side. Harry uses his free arm to keep my thighs separated. My body jolts for a minute while my orgasm crashes through me.

"Oh my god..." I haven't felt that good since... forever. I mean Zayn was good, he made me come every time but not like Harry did. Not this hard.

Harry slowly pulls his fingers from my sopping pussy. One by one, Harry licks his fingers, tasting me. The way he slowly pulled his fingers out of his mouth made me wet all over again.