Prince Harry Ih.sI

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I'm forced to end our kiss as I part my mouth 'cause I'm in need of air. Harry's eyes stay closed and his lips move down my neck quickly where he attacks the sore spots he gave me minutes ago. Soon, his hands pinch my breasts one last time before he pulls off my shirt.

I'm left in my bra and jeans while Harry is in his casual clothes: black jeans and a white tee.

I grab hold of Harry's shirt, taking it off and throwing it off him. Grabbing his face this time, I press my swollen lips to his. His tongue invades my mouth and I almost pull away to apologize for biting it, but Harry doesn't mind. He holds onto my waist and starts to unbuckle his belt, to take off his pants. I unclasp my bra.

I moan loudly, when he pushes me back against the couch, so that I'm lying against it again. I start to fidget; eager for the pleasure Harry will bring me.

His boxers are the only clothing item that remains on him while he pulls all my clothes off me. I slide my hands down to his waist, grabbing hold of his sides, gripping onto them as I push my body upward in order to press myself against his erect dick.

I moan loudly once I've been able to rub it against myself, however Harry removes my hands from his side, grabbing hold of both my wrists and slamming my hands above my head. I furrow my brows as a pain erupts through my arm, although I’m far too horny to mention it hurts.

Harry shakes his head, whispering "no."

I whine and shake my own head too, moaning Harry's name as his finger lightly trails up and down my slit.

He puts his head between my legs, his lips leaving wet kisses all around my upper thighs and crotch.

He puts his lips to my clit where he places a rather big and wide kiss to it, biting onto the skin while he pulls away. I close my eyes shut and moan, bringing my hand to his hair.

He grabs my wrist yet again, preventing me from gripping onto the strands of his hair and instead he puts his fingers through my own, holding my hand while eating me out. His left hand is wrapped under my thigh, holding me close to him while he sticks his tongue into me, making figure eight shapes, circles, zigzag lines and random other patterns that leave me whining for more.

"You do me so right," I say aloud, knowing he loves it when I tell him how I feel under his touch.

He groans into me, loving what I had just said. I shriek though, enjoying the feeling of the sound against me. I arch my back, immediately.

He squeezes my hand tighter as I start to pant heavily, reaching my climax.

I lay still, panting heavily as I calm down and watching Harry as he moves up from between my thighs and stares at me.

"You're always so distracting," he smiles. "I'll never be able to get a thing done."

I laugh, turning my head as he stares down my body. He reaches for my hand, holding it. "I don't mind being your muse. Although, you do have Prince things to-do, maybe you should get to it."

"I suppose. Care to help me though? Seems like I have a Prince problem that you could help me with..." He laughs, kissing my hand with a smile.

I look down at his problem, it's so erect, so long, so thick and out there. I brush my hand against it and pull away. "I could but I don't think you really need my help..."

Harry's mouth is in a still line, his body unmoving, and his eyes becoming wide for a second and then back to normal, he looks down at himself. I can hardly see him breathing, but am shocked to see him grin at me, putting his hands to his boxers and removing them.

I lick my lips; this is going to be so good.

He stands off the couch for a sec, taking his boxers off and putting them on the table, he leans back on the couch sitting straight with his feet on the ground yet his head is tilted back and to the left, where I watch him stare at my center, my core.

He reaches over to me, putting his right hand in front of me, his palm parallel to my lips. I move my head forward and stick out my tongue, licking it.

He puts that exact hand to his length and starts to pump, staring at my lips, my chest, my hands and everything in between. He closes his eyes and groans. I watch in awe as he twists his wrists, pumping himself roughly and then sometimes slowly. He hits his base a couple of times and rubs his tip, which makes me instantly shut my legs.

As odd as it is, Harry quickly opens his eyes, staring at my legs, he brings his left hand to my knee and harshly shoves it back against the couch, leaving me to be wide open for him.

He leaves his hand on my knee, gripping it as his eyes shut again.

I move closer to him, kissing his neck sweetly and putting my hand on top of his. Together we stroke him till he comes undone.

Once finished, Harry opens his eyes, which shine at me, my reflection evident in them. I look at him wide-eyed. I can't believe I asked him to do that.

He holds my waist, bringing me too sit on top of him. My chest bouncing once it hits his.

"You're so fucking naughty, making me wank in front of you…"

I blush, "I-"

"Making me touch you like that after you've said goodbye to your friend. What if a maid saw us? What if a guard walked in, calling out an emergency?"

I part my mouth, ready to apologize. "I'm-"

"You're such a good princess for me."

I gulped, blinking my eyes several times and smiling right after while pushing Harry's hair back. All the hot, sweaty sex and even the kisses Harry and I have given each other could never make me feel as satisfied as much as those words.

 

 

A/n: Hiiiiiiiiii

Harry's long flow got me feeling some type of way... and his buns/pony tails got me sweaty.

(I'll edit later)