Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 57

Her view.

"Get on your knees," he groans and pulls me up. He then pushes my arms forward so that my ass is up in the air. I feel him up against me and the tip of his dick is at my entry. "Have you ever done anal?" He moves his cock up and my body stilled.
"No." My voice's shocked and I reach behind me to push him away.
"Don't worry," he laughs. "All my lessons don't come in one day." He moves his dick back down and slowly enters me. "Oh fuck, you feel good." He groans as he enters me. I fall forward slightly as he starts moving faster and faster. "You're so wet, Cassidy. You've been dying for me to fill you up since this morning, haven't you?"

I moan as I felt his dick inside of me, hard and deep. This time isn't for my pleasure. This time is for him. I can feel it with every thrust and the way his hands grip my hips. Harry's ready to come, and even though he's rougher than before, I love it. I close my eyes and grip the grass beneath me as he fucks me senseless.
"Oh shit," he groan. "I'm going to come." He pulls my butt back into him hard and I feel his whole body trembling against me as he erupts inside of me. He pulls out after a few seconds and I watch as he fling the semen-filled condom on the ground.

We lay back in the grass, naked and hot under the midday sun. My body is still trembling from our passionate lovemaking, and I stare at him as he plays with the grass.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" he asks softly, his expression impenetrable.
"It was definitely an experience." I nod, unsure of what to say.
"I want to give you more experiences like this. I want to take you on journeys that you've never been on before. I want to learn the landscape of your body inch by inch, so that I could paint you from memory." He leans down and kisses my breasts softly.
"Do you think that Monet ever made love out here?" I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wanted.
"I don't know, but if he didn't, he sure missed out." Harry's voice is hoarse and I open my eyes and look down at him. He's staring at me with such a strange expression that I don't know what to think. "Let's get our clothes on," he pulls me up off of the ground. "We should leave now."
"I was having fun." I sigh, sad that we're leaving already.
"We shouldn't allow this to become more than it is." He speaks to me, but I feel like he's really talking to himself..

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"I thought Paris was the other way?" I frown as I stare out of the window and look at the green fields as we drive past them in the back of the Bentley Harry conjured up out of thin air.
"We're going to the airport."
"Why?"
"We're flying to Romeria." He shrugs.
"Oh. I didn't know. I could have booked the flights."
"The royal plane will take us."
"You have your own plane?"
"Doesn't every royal family?" His eyes are lit with mischief. "Try not to be overwhelmed."
"That's not going to be easy."
"Try not to look too eager, either. That will turn my parents off."
"Look too eager?" I repeat confused.
"Don't look too impressed," he says slowly. "Don't look like you want to go and pawn the silver and the gold."
"Pawn the silver!" My jaw drops and my eyes narrow. "How dare you?"
"I'm not saying you will," he pauses and looks over at me, "but if you do get that idea, try and hide it."
"You're such a jerk." I shake my head. "I couldn't care less about a couple pieces of silver cutlery."

I shift my body away from him and frown. He is such a jerk. He always knows how to get my back up, just as I think we are getting along.