Unlikely (H.S.)

forty-three*

~Harper~

"Fuckkkkkk," I moaned out.

"Ya like that, baby, don't you? Like have my fingers deep inside your tight little cunt?" Harry mused as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me. The sounds of my wetness and Harry's actions echoed through the hotel room.

Harry suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and slid down my body, and with no warning, ran his tongue through my folds, licking up all that was coming out of me. He brought his magical fingers back and settled his mouth on my clit, swiping up and down, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

"You're gonna come of my tongue and then I'm gonna keep fucking you and you're gonna come again on my cock, do you understand me, Harper? Think you can do that for Daddy, baby?" Harry informed me, his breathing haggard from all of his hard work.

I could barely nod, my body already trembling from the intensity of his touch. "Y-Yes," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his curls as he groaned against me, the vibrations shooting straight to my core.

"That's my good girl," Harry murmured before sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers curling inside me at the same time. My back arched off the bed, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure crashed over me. My legs shook, and Harry didn't stop—he licked me through it, his tongue relentless, his fingers still thrusting lazily inside me.

"Fuck, baby, you're dripping," he hummed, pulling back slightly to admire the mess I'd made. "So perfect for me."

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he was crawling back up my body, his cock hard and leaking against my inner thigh. His hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze, his dark green eyes filled with heat and possession.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" he murmured, his tip nudging at my entrance.

I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Please, Daddy," I whispered, needing him, needing all of him.

Harry groaned at the name, his control snapping. In one slow, deep thrust, he pushed inside me, stretching me, filling me until there was nothing left between us. We both moaned at the feeling, our foreheads pressed together as he stilled, letting me adjust.

"So fucking tight," he rasped, his breath warm against my lips. "You feel so good wrapped around me, baby."

I dug my nails into his back, urging him to move. "Harry... please."

He didn't make me beg twice. With a deep grunt, he pulled back before slamming into me again, setting a brutal pace that had me clawing at his skin, my moans mixing with his groans as we lost ourselves in each other.

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into me over and over, stretching me wide, filling me so perfectly I could feel him in my stomach. My body rocked beneath his, helpless against the force of his movements, the way he completely owned me.

"Fuck, look at you," Harry groaned, his voice rough and wrecked as he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing him to drive even deeper. "Taking me so well, baby. You were made for me, weren't you?"

I nodded desperately, unable to form words, my mouth falling open as pleasure crackled through me like fire.

"Tell me," he demanded, slowing down just enough to tease me, rolling his hips in a way that made my toes curl.

"Yes! Yes, Daddy," I gasped. "I'm made for you."

He growled, clearly satisfied, and slammed back into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. My whole body tensed, the coil in my stomach winding tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips.