H.S. Smut : Short Stories

Stay Away From Harry

"You're so lovely, Bee," he admires as he glides his thumb across my jaw, lifting my chin to bring our lips together.

I take a deep breath as I press against him, his hand on the small of my back trailing to squeeze my ass, lifting my skirt up. I giggle as he brings both hands down to lift my skirt off my ass and he squeezes me onto my tippy toes.

"Fuck," he groans into my mouth as his tongue grazes my lips. I give him mine as we slowly kiss, our tongues gently sliding across each others. I let out soft moans as his fingers reach between my legs and push against my panties.

"You better not play with me," he warns as I slide a hand down to grasp his bulge through his jumpsuit. "I'll fuck you right here in this garden."

"Bet you won't," I tease with a wink as I stroke his cock through his clothes and he moans as he continues kisses me roughly.

He picks me up and wraps my legs around his torso as he carries me behind a few large hedges with the beach to the right of us as he lays me on the soft grass.

"I warned you," he grins evily as he pushes up my skirt and removes my panties.

"Harry...someone will catch us-" I gasp as his face goes between my legs and he begins sucking, his tongue flicking at my clit. My hands tangle in his hair as he eats me out and slowly slides two fingers inside of me.

"You better be quiet, doll," he warns and I cover my mouth with one of my hands to contain my whimpers.

He looks up at me as he eats me out and fingers me deeply. My back arches off the ground as I throw my head back. I look back at him between my legs and I loose control.

I bite down on my lip, drawing blood as I try to contain my screams of pleasure. I cum on his fingers, squirting on the grass as he pumps his fingers fully in and out, still licking all over my pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good," he moans as he licks me clean before sitting up and pulling a thin fabric out of his pocket and he wipes his mouth and fingers on it as he smiles down at me almosted passed out on the lawn.

I whimper as he smacks my clit before cleaning me off. He helps me stand and fixes my skirt for me as he kisses my lips sweetly, "I'm going to keep these." He slips my panties into his pocket and I blush as he slides his thumb cross my lip.

"I'm okay," I assure him as he looks at the crack in my lip from me biting down.

"You're loud, aren't you, love?" He muses as he kisses my sore gently.

"You make me want to scream," I admit making him chuckle.

"Oh? I can arrange that," he smacks my ass before we walk back inside the party.

I miss the feeling of him between my legs. My pussy throbs the whole night as flashes of the memory play through my mind. I can't stop thinking about him. Why. Why am I obsessed with this man. He put a spell on me.

His dark features are so mysterious and he seems like such a bad boy. He is so nice to look at. From head to toe. Absolutely gorgeous. I could look at him between my legs forever.

My thoughts are interrupted as the girls say they are ready to go since they have work early in the morning. We say our goodbyes and I can't find Harry.