Maybe He Gives Me More

Too hard

                      Harry's POV
       "I have to go. Keep it together for fucks sake." I snarled. I let go of their hair and slowly followed after Louis. I didn't have the patience for this bullshit. I was doing all I fucking could to keep everyone in the situation safe, and him screaming at me like a child to stop certainly didn't help de-escalate things.
       I walked out of the house to see a red eyed Louis sitting with his arms crossed in the passenger seat. Fucking awesome. Not only did every part of my body hurt from being nearly beaten to death, my boyfriend or what ever the fuck was now going to turn this minuscule interaction into a fight.
       I slid into the driver's seat and put one hand on the steering wheel and attempted to put my other hand on Louis's thigh. Quickly, Louis flinched back at my touch and dodged my hand. Jesus fucking christ. "You know I'm not going to fucking hurt you, Louis." I snapped.
I put the car in drive and slowly backed out of the driveway. The silence was thick but I knew he'd get his head out of his ass soon. He had to. I warned him and he did the exact opposite of what I asked of him. I could use five minutes of quiet.
     "Pull over." Louis whispered. This was ridiculous. A grim laugh came out of my mouth, "You've got to be fucking kidding me. No, Louis. I'm not going to pull over the fucking car." I looked over to see tears running down his face.
"Pull over, Harry." He said more aggressively this time. I couldn't bring myself to argue anymore, if he wanted to be a fucking idiot then I'd let him. I slowed the car down and parked into the break down lane. I rubbed my hands over my face. Without a word, Louis got out of the car and started walking.
I rolled down my windows and slowly pushed the gas to keep up with him. "Would you please just get in the fucking car Louis?" He stopped walking and turned to look at me, I slammed the brakes. "Fuck you." Even in trying to insult me his voice was light and delicate.
"Louis, please get in the car." I said less stern than last time. He crossed his arms over his chest, "No." With that, I didn't say anything in return and floored the gas as much I could. My meter quickly hit 70mph and I could only see a small dot of where Louis was. I didn't have the time.
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Ashton lit the cigarette in my mouth and sat next to me on his ratty bed. We both had a decent amount of money, but wasting it on homes we were barely going to be in didn't make much sense.
Ashton met my eyes and in an instant I knew what was going to happen. His pushed his lips against my neck and slammed my body down on the mattress, getting on top of me. I thrusted my hips at feeling his crotch rub on mine, I knew this was wrong but I couldn't think about anything but how hot this was.
I ripped Ashton shirt off and thrusted myself closer to his toned chest, I wanted him. "You wanna feel me baby?" He grunted into my ear. I let my hands slid down to his pant buckle, "Yes daddy." Ashton took my hand off his crotch and pinned both of my arms above my head. Ashton took my clothes off slowly, leaving hickeys down my chest.
He wrapped his hand around my cock and teasingly pumped up and down. "I want you now." I moaned gripping onto Ashton's hair. A smile formed onto his face and I felt his member pushing against me.
"Do you want if fast and good or slow and passionate?" I tangled my legs behind his back and rubbed myself against him. "Hard." I could barely make out any words I was so turned on.
Ashton flipped me over and pushed my face down into the bed and began fucking me. He gripped my hips in his rough hands and thrusted in me each time harder than last. A low moan erupted from the back of my throat and I grinded back onto Ashton's dick to feel more of him.
     "Moan louder and I'll make you cum like never before." I did as instructed and let every noise out of my mouth as Ashton continued to fuck me into oblivion. "I'm close." I yelled. Ashton picked up the pace and reached one hand under me to touch me.
     I felt the warm feeling in my stomach and with each thrust to my g-spot a bundle of nerves unraveled, as soon as I felt his come fill me I knew I was climaxing. I opened my mouth and sloppily moaned "Fuck Louis." into the sheets.
      I wiped myself with the bed sheets and turned to Ashton looking confused. "You can't even fuck anymore without thinking of him?" I felt a lump gather in my throat. Why the fuck would I do that?
    Ashton lit another cigarette and handed me one, laying next to me. "You've fallen too hard."