Harry's POV
I can't believe Hazel just resisted me. This is the first time she's ever done that. I've never been rejected by a girl before, and the fact that it's Hazel, m-makes it even worse. W-what is this feeling? Rejection? This doesn't feel good. AT ALL. I don't know how to make this right. How do I tell a pissed opinionated woman that I'm sorry for leaving her for a drug deal that went wrong? Fuck.
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Hazel's POV
I'm currently in my bed, the one that's in my own room, not the one I share with Harry. I'm trying to sleep, but I can't. So I do the next best thing. Masturbate. Since I'm wearing nothing but my bra and underwear, it's not hard to pull my underwear down and insert two fingers inside myself. I pump my fingers at max speed and my back arches. I moan loudly, not caring if Harry hears me. I insert another finger and my moans grow louder and louder. "Ah fuck."
Harry's POV
I hear screams, moans even. Is Hazel doing what I think she's doing? If so, the thought of her masturbating is so fucking hot. Five minutes later, I hear a loud 'Uuuuuhhhh!' I know what that means. Hazel just came. I walk out of our bedroom and over to hers. I slowly open the door, not wanting to make any noise. There she is, eyes closed. She's out like a light with her sweet juices on that sweet pussy. I can't help myself as I walk over to her and lap up her juices. After cleaning her up, I stick my tongue inside her and move my tongue in and out. She moans with her eyes closed. I lick her clit and stick three fingers inside her and pump them. Three minutes later, her juices make contact with my fingers. I stick my fingers in my mouth, tasting my beautiful queen.
