I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 39: Can you open yourself up for me?

⚠️Warning⚠️: smut

The car came to a stop a few seconds later. Harry cut the engine off then looked down at me.

"Come here," he said, softly wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me up. He moves his seat back, making room for me to climb onto his lap and straddle him. I quickly kick off my shoes, taking my socks off along with them, then climb onto him.

He hands me the rolled marijuana and I inhale the drug, then move my lips closer to his. I start exhaling the smoke into his parted lips and he inhales it, then kisses me, shot gun kissing him.

"You know, you've gotten soft," I said handing him back the joint, then running my hands up and down his chest.

"What? No? What are you talking about? I'm still hard," he chuckled as he gestured down towards his hard dick.

"No, silly, I meant you've gone soft like...you're not rough with me anymore. I miss it...I might have to go find someone else to abuse me...and my hole," I said teasingly as I started to grind down onto him.

"Like hell you will," he said catching me off guard by grabbing me by the throat, his hold tightening by the second, "you'll always be my slut."

I whimpered out a pathetic, "mhm," since my air flow is being cut off and I can't speak.

"Always. You fucking hear me?!" He said, moving his hand back and forth in a jerking motion, shaking my body a little as he spoke.

"Yes, daddy," I managed to choke out.

I'm sorry, but him choking me while holding a blunt in his hand is really one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life. Fuck.

"Now take off your fucking pants and sit on my dick," he demanded me.

Harry places the weed between his lips and grabs the band of my pants, then starts tugging them down. I lean back, my back pressing onto the steering wheel. I accidentally leaned on the steering wheel too hard causing the horn to honk. I jump with fright and start giggling. Harry didn't even flinch, he just kept pulling on my pants. I maneuver my legs, pulling them up towards my chest allowing him to pull my leggings and panties down. Once he took them all the way off, he flung them into the passengers seat.

I lowered my legs, straddling him again, then wrapped my arms around his neck. Our hard dicks brushed together, making me moan. He decides to throw the almost finished burning joint out the cracked window, then tightly grips my hips as I lean down to kiss him. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and I didn't even bother to fight for dominance. I know Harry would win, so what's the point in even trying. He starts kissing on my neck and of course leaving a hickey because for some reason he loves marking me.

"Why do you always mark me? I just got the last one to fade away," I pouted.

"So everyone will know you're taken and you're mine," he said, then going back to my neck, making another hickey. "Mine," he mumbled against my burning skin, then kissed the spot he was just sucking on as he started rubbing his hands around my ass, spreading my ass cheeks apart.

"Yours," I moaned when I felt his finger brush against my throbbing puckered hole.

"Can you open yourself up for me? Huh, princess?" He asked me.

"I don't like masturbating anymore...I'd rather you do it for me, daddy. It feels way better when you do it," I said, pushing back on his hands that are still gripping my ass cheeks.

He suddenly spanked me on my left buttcheek causing me to let out a little shriek.

"Open yourself up for me. Now," he commanded, spanking my other buttcheek as he said the word 'now.'