Harry Styles Dirty Imagines (Book 3)

Hot Sugar

Harry licked his lips when he saw you wearing nothing, but one of his tee shirts and heels. "I just put the kids to bed," you whispered eyeing him lustfully.

He smirked noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. You traced your fingers down the hem of his shirt before slipping him out of it. You bit your lip admiring his muscles. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours letting your tongue dance with his.

He slipped off your shirt letting his hands explore the surface of your skin. He laid you down licking his lips, when he discovered you weren't wearing any panties. You smirked reaching down to take off your heels, but Harry stopped you. "Leave them on," he whispered gently biting on you neck.

You tugged at his belt as he positioned himself between your legs. You screamed out in ecstasy as he began exploring your sweet hot sugar. You clawed at his back pulling him closer as he began stroking faster.

You could feel your walls clenching tighter as you neared your climax. "Harry," you moaned throwing your head back with pleasure.

After a few more strokes you came, and Harry followed. The two of you laid wrapped in the sheets panting the smell of lovemaking in the air.

"Baby I love you," Harry smiled kissing you on your forehead. "You and your hot sugar." He leaned over slapping you on your butt.

You playfully slapped him back rolling your eyes at him. "I love you too," you replied plucking him on the forehead.

"Ouch what was that for," Harry asked rubbing his forehead in pain.

You rolled over and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you,Harry," you grinned. He eyed you still rubbing his forehead.

"The things I do for your hot sugar," he mutters. "The things I do."