DADDY // HS

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Emma

He thrusted in and out of me as I moaned. I rested my head head resting on his shoulder because I couldn't hold my head up from the pleasure I'm reviving. My hand reached out to his small bun because I like running my fingers through his hair. Harry liked it when I tugged on his hair. I don't know why he liked it so much, but he does.

He stood us up with him still in me and sat me on the island. He thrusted again as I moaned even louder. He spread my legs further as he got better access. He kept hitting my spot without fail.

Oh god this felt even better. I've never felt this kind of pleasure at this angle. I felt my breath hitch from pure pleasure. Harry's eyes burned through mine, and he didn't stop as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh my baby. I'm going to come." Harry said as I felt my buildup. It was coming faster than usual. Tossing my head back, I lost it.

I soon screamed his name. This is the hardest orgasm I've ever felt.

He came as he filled me up.

"Oh god, oh god." Harry said as he pulled out and kissed me. His lips dancing with mine as I cooled, he held me closer to him as if he were afraid to let go. He broke free as he looked into my eyes.

"I love you." Harry said as my lips came down on his again.

"I love you too." I said as we got dressed. We sat around and watched movies as we paused for lunch.

Who knew I was going to marry a man I met months ago. Marry a real man, someone is already stable. I have yet to be at his level, but he makes me feel whole. Harry makes me feel like I have a shot at a successful life. I know I'm years behind, but I love him and he loves me. My parents may not be one hundred percent on board, but they know I'd be miserable without Harry.

Most would say I'm a gold digger but money isn't love, a big ass house isn't love. Those are blessing that are soon replaced. I don't love Harry for his irreplaceable items. If I did, then it isn't real. I love Harry for him.

Love can't be replaced and its beautiful and wonderful. I will take him anyway. I don't care if he is terminally ill, if he is a criminal, if he is a drug addict, I will love him like I do now.

With passion, empathy, compassion, sympathy, and with anything else I've got.

I looked up to see he fell asleep on the sofa as the movie Harry Potter playes. I kissed his cheek as I stood up and turned off the TV.

I walked back to the sofa and got in with him. I wrapped his arms around me as I fell asleep with him.

God I love the moments; I love even our dullest of moments.