Harry Styles Dirty Imagines (Book 3)

It's All Mine

Harry's hands wander up your stomach. He eyes you hungrily as his fingers slip underneath your bra. Your breaths come in shallow already anticipating what's to come. He licks his lip as he watches you well aware of the bulge that's growing in his pants. His lips meet yours, enjoying the way your lip gloss tastes.

"Baby, you know I love you," you whisper.

"Don't lie," he says against your skin. You look up at him feigning innocence, but he laughs it off. "We both know that I'm not the only man that's hittin' it," he laughs loudly already aware of the buzz that he's feeling. "But you treat me real good; that's why I keep coming back."

His hands slide your shirt off before pulling you out of your skirt. He eyes your naked body as he undresses himself well aware of the way you were watching the bulge in his pants. His fingers begin to toy with you enjoying your moans. He wondered if you moaned like this for all the other men that you were fucking. Did you also scream that loud for your last boyfriend?"

He slides himself inside of you enjoying the way your walls felt. He gripped your waist thrusting slowly. As he began going deeper, he lowered his lips to your ear. You moaned as he gently nibbled on your earlobe.

"Lie to me," he whispered. "Tell me that you're mine."

Your legs tightened around his waist as you came closer to your climax. "Baby, it's yours," you screamed in pleasure. "It's all yours!"

"What is?" he asked seductively.

"My body!" you clawed at his back. "It's yours; it's all yours!"

He came closing his  eyes so he wouldn't have to see your face. He didn't want to think that there were other niggas out there that was hittin' it like he was hittin' it. Your fingertips ghosted over his face causing him to open his eyes.

"It's yours, baby," you whispered before kissing him gently.