Niall Horan Dirty imagines (COMPLETED)

for Cheyenne.

Looking at her in the spot beside me, my t-shirt hanging loosely on her body, memories from last night running through my mind.

"Niall, fuck, stop teasing." Hearing her moan was music, begging for my cock inside of her.

She looks so peaceful while she's sleeping, her blond hair laying on her back, the small hickey's on her jaw.

"mhmm." she moaned as i kissed down to her jaw, sucking and licking on it, i love the affect i have on her.

i realised that i had been staring at her for a good twenty minutes when she fluttered her eyes open mumbling "morning." in a sore low voice, must be from screaming my name so loud last night.

"fuck Niall faster." she moaned loudly as i thrusted into her harshly, her nails on my back scratching harshly. you could hear her screaming my name from the other side of the city.

"Hey you sleep well love?" i asked smirking. "Yeah, like a rock, you wore me out last night." she giggled "good, you were great Chey." i smirked and kissed her gently. this was the perfect morning."