Only You {h.s}

Chapter Thirty Two*

Harry's POV

"Fuck me," she whispers against my mouth.

This is it.  I'm done trying to fight what I've wanted all week.  I flip us over, so that Meredith is lying on my bed and I'm on top of her.  She ends up lying on her teddy bear, so I toss it out of the way, making her pout.

I pin her wrists to the bed and crash my lips to hers.  She kisses back immediately, whimpering into my mouth.  My tongue licks against hers as I grind my hips down.  I bite her bottom lip as I pull away.

"You want me to touch you, yeah?" I rasp, trailing my lips down her neck.

"P-Please," she breathes.

I bite down gently into her skin before sucking on the spot.  I take one of my hands off of her wrist and bring it to her waist, letting it slip down to the waistband of her skirt.  I trace my tongue over the lovebite I made and sit back on my knees, admiring her flushed skin and rising chest.

I shrug out of the shirt she ripped open and toss it on the ground.  I hastily pull off her skirt and return the favor by sinking my thumbs into the lace of her panties and literally ripping them off her body.

"You want Daddy to f.uck you?"

Meredith whimpers in response and nods her head.  I smirk and lean over her body again.  I bring my lips next to her ear and I can hear her breath hitch.

"How bad?" I whisper, biting her earlobe.  She whines. 

"P-Please."

Meredith's hand moves down my body and palms me over my jeans.  I grit my teeth to hold back a moan.  I move off of her and stand beside the bed.

"Uh-uh, princess.  Daddy's in control."

Mer whimpers, letting her body squirm on top of my sheets.  Her helplessness is only making me harder.  I take my time in slipping off my belt and my pants, only to prolong her frustration.

"Are you going to be a good girl and do what Daddy says?" I ask sternly.

"Yes," she says quietly, pushing her thighs together with her eyes trained on my bulge.  I hum in response and slip off my boxers.

"Hands and knees," I order.

Meredith obeys immediately and turns over.  She arches her back, pushing her ass out.  Her beautiful, beautiful ass.  I bite my lip and wrap my hand around the base of my c.ock.

I quickly move to my dresser and pull out a grey tie.  I kneel behind her on the bed and run my fingertips down the curve of her spine.  Shaky breaths escape her lips.

"Hands behind your back, kitten."

She sinks down to her shoulders and rests the side of her face on the bed.  I take her hands, wrapping my tie around her wrists.  I tug at the binding to make sure it's secure.  I lean over her, down to her ear.

"Remember your colors," I say softly and press a kiss to her shoulder blade.

"Yes, Daddy," her voice half muffled by the mattress.

"You said you want Daddy to f.uck you.  Well I'm going to show you exactly what that means," I rasp lowly.

Meredith arches her back even more and I know she's anxious for me to do something.  I'm quite enjoying her neediness. 

I kneel behind her again and take her ass into my hands.  I squeeze and knead it, making soft whimpers escape her mouth.  I raise my right hand and bring it down harshly, causing a loud smack.  Meredith audibly gasps, followed by a loud moan.