Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 5

[smutty/sexual content]


I still couldn't think of anything else. The fact that Harry, a simply teenager, could make me climax - but not all the other men I've been with. I mean, this is surprising.


And it was crazy, how bad I wanted Harry after last night. How bad I want to feel his d*ck inside me and.. see how good he can fuck me. See how hard he can make me cum.


The first night we met doesn't count - I was drunk, and he didn't know how much it takes to make me release. So maybe, just maybe, I can try him and see how good he actually is.


"Where you goin'?" I heard Melanie behind me as I took on my jacket.


"Uh- downtown. I saw some really cute stilettos yesterday." I lied as I chewed gum loudly. An annoying habit I have - when I lie, I usually chew my gum very loudly.


"Wait, I'm coming with you! I need some new shoes too." She smiled and grabbed her purse.


"But I have to go to the dentist too - I just forgot that." I spoke quickly, lying once again. "We can go out shopping tomorrow?"


Melanie looked at me as if I was crazy, and for a second I thought I was screwed. Of course she wouldn't believe me. I should just text Harry that I'll come tomorrow instead.


"Okay then.." She mumbled. "I'll just find something else to do while you're away."


"Great." I smiled, checking my phone once I felt it vibrate in my hand.


From: Harry
u know what the bulge in my pants tells me? that you'll do somethin bout it once you step inside this fuckin house


I chuckled to myself before looking up to see Melanie stare at me. "Who's texting?" She asked curiously.

"No one." I smiled, reading Harry's message in my head over and over.


"God, I hate secrets." She murmured simply with straight face.


"Well, I gotta go- you're home later tonight right?"


"Yeah." She exhaled. "I'll be home all day."


"Great." I spoke again before heading out, slamming the door shut after me.


~*~


"Harry, Harry- fuck, slow down!" I laughed at him as he pulled his jeans down, the shirt already off.


"Jenna, sweety. Never, ever, tell a man to slow down when he's about to get some." Harry brushed his finger over my lips, telling me to keep my mouth shut.


"Man? You're eighteen, Harry." I teased, laughing when I saw him rolling his eyes at me.


"I sure as hell fuck like a man." He smirked. "Now.. clothes off, pretty lady."


"Really? You're not gonna help?" I smirked back.


"Actually, I would like you to do a little show." Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come on, baby. Strip for me."


"Are you serious?"


"I am." He nodded, leaning back as he waited for me to start. "Go ahead."


I stared at him for a couple seconds, a smirk sneaking on my face as I saw how tight his jeans were, and how big his d*ck was even though he wasn't hard.. yet.


Sitting on his lap with each knee on either side of him, I pulled off my shirt which left me in only my bra and top. "Let's just get the clothes off me so that we can get to the sweet part." I said quietly as  straddled Harry, feeling him press up against my core.


"Eager?" He grinned.


"What do you think?"


Pulling the top over my head, I threw it onto the floor before I got grabbed by Harry. His mouth attacking my neck, kissing all the way down to my chest, grinding against him as I felt him get harder underneath me.


"Shit." I cursed in a moan, grabbing hold on Harry's biceps as I rolled my hips into his, the throbbing between my legs growing by each second.


Harry's fingers went behind my back to unclasp my bra, the strops sliding down my arms before he threw it away. His arms wrapping around me right after as his hand ran in my hair.


"Mhmfuck, baby." He groaned huskily as I kept grinding against his bulge, getting wetter and more needy.


"I can't wait anymore, god, you need to fuck me Harry." I breathed, my lips pressing against his ear.


"My pleasure." He grinned in my ear, his hands cupping my arse.


Harry locked my ankles behind his back before he lifted me up. Placing me on the bed, he pulled down my shorts along with my underwear, leaving me completely naked in front of him.


The smirk on his face was huge. The look in his eyes was so hot. And the way he licked his lips as his eye connected with mine was making me lose my mind.


Harry slid the unbuttoned shirt off him and pulled his jeans off quickly. As soon as his boxers were off him I let out a moan and grabbed his d*ck to stroke him slowly.


The precum was leaking from the tip, the head red and swollen. I smirked up at Harry as I stroke him. "Let me suck this lovely c*ck first."


"I swear to god, if you make me cum I will punish you." He spoke determined, his finger stroking my cheek.


"You'll punish me, Styles? Really?" I grinned before sticking my tongue out to lick the precum off him.


"I will." He nodded with a smirk. "How did you know my last name's Styles?"


"Mailbox." I chuckled, taking the head of his d*ck in my mouth which made him let out a moan.


"Fucking hell, those lips look amazing around my c*ck, baby." He growled, his hands running in my hair as I took more of him in my mouth, sucking hard. "Yes.. that's good, fuck, keep sucking princess."


I wanted to laugh of the way he called me princess, yet it made me want him even more. Fuck, it was so hot, he was so hot, this was so hot.


"Holy shit, I need to be inside you, I need to fuck you now." Harry breathed, pulling out of my mouth. He pushed me back carefully, spread my legs apart and ran his fingers down my slit.


"Promise you'll fuck me good." I said, wanting him to fuck the shit out of me.


"Oh, I will, sweetheart."


He pushed two fingers in me, not wasting any time before he started curling them. "I promise I'll fuck you good. I always will." He winked, pressing his fingers deeper in me which made me whimper.


"Harry, Ha- shit." I moaned heavy.


He pulled them out before licking, his cute tongue curling around the fingers. I spread my legs further apart once Harry crawled between them, his c*ck teasing at the entrance.


"Baby." I moaned, not even thinking of what I just called him. Opening my eyes to see Harry smirk, I felt him slam into me hard, making my body squirm as I cried out. My nails leaving red scratches on his chest. 


Harry grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head, holding my hands down as he thrust into me, again and again, as hard as he could. I moaned, whimpered, screamed for him to give me more; to give me all he had.


"Fuck." Harry cursed in a low moan, looking down at me as he kept fucking me furiously. "Fuck!" He growled loudly, his hair hanging in front of his face. His thrusts became faster, making my boobs bounce each time his c*ck moved deep into me.


"Oh god, oh my fucking god!" I whimpered, biting my lower lip so hard I almost tasted blood. "Keep going, shit- keep fucking me, Harry." I said weakly with a heavy breath.


He let go of my wrists, making me grab the sheets and pull hard on them. His hand moved down to my clit, circling it harshly which made me clench around his d*ck inside me.


"Fuck fuck fuck." I cried out, my legs starting to shake.


"You coming?" Harry breathed with a small smirk, his fingers rubbing even faster on my clit once he found out how sensitive it was. "Shit, that's right. Cum for me, baby, I know you can."


My nails dug into his back, scratching the skin all the way down. I know there would be marks tomorrow with nails as long as mine.


My loud moans became one long scream as I felt it explode inside of me, my p*ssy clenching around Harry as I released.


"Argh, shit!" He shouted with a deep voice, spilling inside of me. Collapsing onto my shaking body, all sweaty and out of breathe.


Harry wrapped his arms around me, held me tightly into him with his strong and tattooed arms.


Plenty of times I've had to fake an orgasm. Out of all the men I've fucked, it took an eighteen year old boy to give me an orgasm; It only took Harry.


~*~ 


Waking up with Harry spooning me, hearing him snore quietly and feel his warm body right behind me, was one of the nicest things I've ever experienced.


His head buried in the crook of my neck as I could feel his hot breath against my skin. His arms tightly around me which made me stay in place and not be able to leave. It was all so.. nice.


I remembered last time I woke up in his room with his body next to me. The night where I didn't know him at all and stole his clothes. Damn, if only I knew what a special person he was back then.


I tried to let him go of me, I struggled to get free.


"Harry." I whispered, poking him with my elbow.


"Hmm?" He growled in sleep, cuddling closer to me.


"I need to go to the bathroom."


I heard a small sigh before his arms moved away from me. Turning around to face him, he murmured, "Come back when you're done."


I nodded, leaning down to kiss his cheek before I got out of the bed. Standing completety naked in his room, I grabbed one of Harry's big shirts quickly and pulled it on; just in case there would be someone in the house. The shirt was just long enough to cover down my ass.


Walking around in this big house in search for the damn bathroom, I heard someone cough behind me - making me turn around in shock to see a smaller darkhaired boy lean against the wall.


"Where the hell did he find someone like you?" The teenager grinned, exactly the same cheeky grin as Harry has.


"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly.


"You're.. well, older than him, right? You look older." He glaced at me, his eyes looking up and down my body.


"Excuse me? I'm not that old, jesus."


"But you're sure as hell loud." He laughed, a smirk sneaking on his face.


"Can you just tell me where the bathroom is?" I asked, not wanting to talk about how loud I was being when Harry fucked me. I had no idea his younger brother was home and actually heard us.


"Sure, if you give me a kiss.. on the lips." The boy grinned cheekily.


"No fucking way." I said quickly. "Nevermind, I'll find it myself."


"Hey Lady!" He called. "Next time, try to be a bit more quiet while fucking my brother, alright?"


"Wha- how old are you at all?" I asked in surprise of his language.


"Sixteen." He smiled proudly.


Sixteen. Two years younger than Harry - wait, I remembered when Harry told me about his brother, when I looked at those photos on that wall.


"Matt?" I asked, a small smirk spreading on my lips when he looked surprised at me.


"How do you know?" He asked in a mumble.


"Harry told me." I smiled. "Why do look so surprised of that?"


"I dunno.. maybe because you're the first of all those hundreds of girls Harry has brought with him home, that actually knows my name."


I felt my stomach tighten when Matt told me about the 'hundreds of girls' Harry has brought with him home. But as he told me before, he has never fucked a girl twice - well, until now.


"Cute." I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. "I better go, Harry probably wonders where I am.. if he isn't asleep."


"Why would he wonder where you are?"


"Because I told him to be right back after I've used the bathroom."


"Whoa, you really are his slut." Matt grinned.


"Did you just call me a slut?" I asked offended.


"No, I called you his slut - that's different."


"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at him, walking away.


"You know what? Forget what I said earlier, make sure to be just as loud next time you guys fuck so that I can get myself off again!" I heard him yell as I walked away.


"Oh Jesus Christ. Fuck off, Matt!" I yelled at him.


Just as cheeky as his brother, that's what he is.

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