“You feel so fucking good…,” he grins, shaking his head gently. Making me wonder if I’ve got the same punch drunk look of satisfaction on my face that he does.
I know I’ve never done this before, but even Harry looks like a boy who’s discovering just how wonderful the right girl can make him feel.
My little legs do their best to wrap around him, but every move I make only has me shuddering harder.
Harry’s mad grin only gets wider, his eyes urging me to come for him. To come on him…
“Fuck me, Harry… Fuck me and put a baby in me….,” I whimper, realizing it’s hopeless to try and say it any other way.
Hopeless to try and amaze him with prowess I don’t have.
My whole body suddenly goes limp once it’s clear just how fucking hard he’s about to make me come.
And he knows it.
The deep growl from inside him vibrates off his thick organ, right through every cell in my body as he starts to grant my wish.
Really fucking me, not playing anymore now, he can feel for himself how good a fit we really are.
His huge hands shift to grab a hold of my ass, holding me as if he’s floating in midair.
Squeezing and kneading my ass cheeks with each thrust of his dick inside me.
My private dick from now on…
His engorged cock swells even more inside me as he focuses all his power. All of his potency on keeping his promise.
Pounding me again and again. And each time making me gasp and cry out. My hands go numb from digging into his flesh.
My throat hoarse from trying to say his name already.
My mind vacant and my little cunt filled until it feels like it’s gonna burst.
And it’s just what I need.
It’s what I’ve needed my whole adult life. A damned good fucking.
To be fair, I kinda did ask for it. Literally.
Hell, I ordered him to do it, and boy oh boy, is he doing it well.
My limp body saves what strength it has left for the quaking climax I know is coming.
But Harry’s full of surprises.
Suddenly ordering me to get on all fours in front of him.
“I wanna see that perfect ass shake for me while I come inside that sweet cunt of yours,” he growls.
My body doing as it’s told.
My mind wondering what happened to me laying there and letting him give me what I deserve.
But Harry knows. I dunno… It’s like he’s psychic or something.
He just knows that’s how it has to be, and when I do as he says and feel that perfect cock filling me from behind. My view of him is only made better courtesy of the mirrored closet doors as well as our reflection in the massive windows.
I know I’m watching the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I sure as fuck know I’m feeling it.