Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Only angel part 1 {smut}

Is this too risky??? In which a catholic, obedient girl has car sex with Harry after her curfew.

'Mum's probably looking for me' she states, staring deeply into his eyes.

His hand traces up her tight, little skirt, softly brushing her clit with the pad of his fingers. She's soaking wet, her flower waiting achingly for his cock, throbbing.

'She probably is' he whispers.

He's still circling around her clit, lips sucking at her neck. She lets out a soft moan.

'What would your mother think. Wearing a tight, little skirt. Huh?' He grunts in her ear. 'That pretty pussy of yours, practically on show, darling'

His eagerness is getting the better of him. His hands tapping along her stomach all the way to her breasts. He can feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric. Her eyes are wide staring down at him. This is the wildest she's ever been. Fully invested into this. He places soft wet kisses to her stomach, trailing his tongue all the way up until they meet her lips. While he's hungrily kissing her greedily he's also tugging on her top. She pulls away from him, staring at his eyes with so much lust as she slowly lifts her top off, throwing it somewhere in the car. That's when he attacks her with violent kisses, bruising her delicate skin. She lets out a whimper, feeling the pain surge through her body as he sucks her skin roughly. But she lets out a soft sigh when he licks over them with his tongue. The wetness cooling the burning sensation. She can feel the build up in the pit of her stomach, making her whimper profusely.

'Patience, love' he whispers, looking up at her.

He's such a tease, taking his time. Her bra is pulled of with ease and he traces his hands around her breasts, grabbing one into his mouth. She arches her back from the pleasure, pushing her breasts further into his mouth. Her moans are falling freely from her lips.

'Fucking hell, such a good girl for me' he grunts.

She begins to straddle him. His cock hardening under her touch. He can't help the moan escaping his lips.

'Shit baby' his hands cups her bum, moving her hips at a faster pace.

She's edging him on and he can feel it. Precum spilling out of his cock and seeping through his boxers.

'Please I need you buried inside' she whimpers while grinding on him.

With her painful cries, he lifts her up, unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. His cock slapping against his covered stomach. He winces from the coolness of the air, making his cock throb. His heart is beating fast, breath staggering as he stares deeply into her eyes. His hand tugs at her panties to one side and he guides her down his shaft, moans filling the air.

'That's it baby, gently' he praises.

Her palm grabs at the car seat, the other pinned to the ceiling as she lifts herself up, resting her aching cunt at the tip before slamming back down.

'Fuck princess, how did you learn to do that?' He looks at her surprised.

But his eyes squeezes shut when she lifts herself up again and slams back down onto his cock, feeling his tip to the hilt of her. Fuck, she looked like a hooker. Her make up smeared to one side. Her thrust long and hard. Sweat coating her body. He lifts himself up, lacing his lips to one of her breasts. His throbbing cock feeling her tight folds. So so tight for him. It makes him slip out her name from his pretty mouth. His breath vibrating to her skin. She too lets out a breathy moan, arching her back. She's a mess around him, taking him so well.

It's past her curfew. 1:42 or something. But she doesn't care. Too much in a bliss to go home right now.

'Should've been at home by now' he taunts her, bringing her over the edge.