Possessive Mr Styles

two

"When will you learn to just shut the fuck up for once?" he mumbled into the kiss, which was turning into a make out session at this point. I moved my free hand to his waistband, it was easy to slide my hand down because he was just in sweatpants and a black t-shirt. he moved his hand from my hip and slid it down my underwear, he must've somehow noticed that I was wearing a thong because he stopped kissing me and said "such a naughty slut, do you wear this type of underwear every time you wear a skirt?"

"What if i do. What if I wear them only when I have your class?" were the only words I could mutter out because he attacked my neck with aggressive kisses, most likely leaving marks. and even though I had school in a few days, that was the last thing on my mind considering he was now pounding his fingers in and out of me. his other hand was now pulling at my hair and my hand were mirroring his, one engulfed in his curls. And the other slowing stroking his cock.

It wasn't long before I was on the verge of cumming. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. "are you close darling, your doing so well for me." I nodded my head as it rested on his shoulder, completely worn out, it was like he could read my mind because a few seconds later, I was cumming. my legs were tight around his hips and my lips let out a sting of moans against his black shirt. "I'm not done with you yet sweetheart" was all he said before he lifted me up, as if I weighed nothing. and brought me to his bedroom, which, like his house, was extremely elegant. everything was greyscale and that made sense for someone like him.

Sometime between him lifting me off the counter and bringing us in here I was feeling less drowsy, he put me down on his bed and began kissing me again. My hands met his waistband and I began to pull them off his hips, after they were on the floor his hands moved to my top, which like his, what's just a plain t-shirt. so if one swift move, I was left in just a bra and a skirt.

"Is this okay darling?" He asks with his hand on my cheek, I give a simple yes as a reply and he kisses me softly before moving to his bedside table to grab a condom. He quickly puts it on himself and moves back over to me. "You know, you really are beautiful." He says while kissing up my torso, removing my bra at the same time.

"I could say the same for you" I run my fingers through his hair again, he groans lightly as i pull his hair. "Do you like when I pull your hair? does it feel good?"

"fucking hell, yes it does feel good." He whispers while moving his hands down to my hips, sliding off my skirt and underwear, and he lifts his shirt off his torso as well. At this point we are both naked and desperate for each other. This continued until he finally slid himself inside of me, slowly at first because even though I've been with a few guys, none of them could compare to his size.

We both moan in unison as he pulls out of me, not giving a second before he leans back into me again. He didn't take long to speed up and bury his face into my neck again. "You feel so good, love." He moans into my neck, and all I could do is moan back and lace my fingers in his hair, I felt pure euphoria in this moment. I didn't think it could get any better until he started pushing harder into me, hitting right where I needed him to.

He lifted his head up from my neck and kissed me, with such aggression I feel that between this kiss and the situation he has created in between my legs I might just explode. My hands move to his hair to find some sort of stability in his actions. he groans again as I lightly tug on his strands of hair, he moves his hands from either side of me to my hips, tightly squeezing. Surely leaving bruises, but I just could not bring myself to give a shit. His thrusts became quicker and harder, if that was even possible. And we were both moaning like crazy, mine honestly turned into whimpers. That's when I felt his right hand move from my hip to my neck, it wasn't rough, he just lightly touched it.

"Can I please sweetheart?" Is what came out of his mouth, if his hand wasn't around my throat I would've thought he was being submissive, with such a whiny sound. Almost pleading me to let him do as he desires. So I nodded my head, yet that mustn't have been enough for him. "Words, baby, please I need to hear you say it."

That same whiny voice. It was erotic.

"Please do it." I look up at him, giving back that some eagerness that I know he is searching for. His hand tightened around my throat, and I felt the oxygen quickly move from my brain, this feeling of pure heaven. He was heaven.

He is my heaven

"Good girl, you look so... pretty under me like this sweetheart." He stopped midway through to moan softly at me pulling at his hair again.

"I could say the same for you, you look very pretty on top of me." I somehow manage to get out the words and form a coherent sentence.

"I'm not pretty darling, I'm hot." He chuckles at my remark, moving his left hand to my most sensitive area. Instantly filling my body with more pleasure.

"You must do this a lot hey? Considering you know exactly where to find it." He chuckles at my words, tightening his grip and moving his lips to my ear. Softly moaning as he pushes all the way into me and then stops thrusting, almost to prove some sort of point.

"Be careful with your words, pretty girl. They might get you in trouble again. and I'm sure you don't want that, do you honey?" He lifts his head back up and softens his grip on my throat. Allowing me some air.

"You don't scare me" I mutter up to him, I only realised my lapse in judgement when he could quite obviously feel that my heart was being faster than I could think.