Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 7

[smutty]


It was so rough. The sex.


Harry was so controlling, he fucked me so hard and deep before he went slow - making sure that I could feel it all before he went faster.


He always made sure to suck my skin on my neck, collarbones and chest as I was laying underneath his sweaty body, moaning and screaming his name. And I would grab his hair and pull it, scratch my nails down his back as my whole body started shaking.


Whenever Harry fucked me, he would make sure to really fuck me. He literally pounded that d*ck of his into me repeatedly.


And I was getting obsessed. I fucking loved it. He was so eager to be on top of me and hold me down, hold my wrists above my head as he looked down at me; completely helpless underneath him as his huge c*ck moved in and out of me.


But what I really enjoyed was the way he cuddled me right after. How he spooned me from behind and held me tightly in his arms protectively. The warmth of his body pressed behind me as our legs tangled underneath the covers. And his head nuzzled in the crook of my neck as I felt him breathe against my skin.


It was lovely.


His curls tickled against my skin as he snored slightly. I giggled to myself quietly as I felt Harry''s arm tighten around me, his crotch pressing against my ass. Even when he wasn't hard, he still felt fucking huge.


"You awake?" Harry asked quietly against my neck. His morning voice so raspy it almost sent vibrations through my body.


"Mhmm." I replied, looking at the wall in front of me.


Harry moved his hand up my stomach and grabbed my breast, squeezing it lightly as his lips pressed a kiss right under my ear. I moaned slightly as I placed my hand onto his, making sure that he would keep it on my boob.


"You're nice and warm." He murmured into my ear.


"Mm.. so are you, Haz."


"I'll shove my d*ck in your mouth if you say that again." Harry growled and started laughing, remembering how much he hates to be called that.


"Sorry, I forgot that. Wouldn't mind your d*ck in my mouth though." I turned my head to face him and smirked cheekily.


"Never mind, I would stick it into your mouth no matter what." He smirked back, the dimples showing in his cheeks.


"How charming." I laughed, turning my body to lay onto my back.


"I'm serious. Wanna try those beautiful red lips." Harry spoke, his thumb brushing over my lips.


Harry's nose was almost touching mine, that's how close he was to me. And I looked into his eyes, smiling as I cupped his cheek with my hand. He let out a cheeky grin before he pulled away, sitting up against the wall next to me.


"I bet you're good at it." He said, leaning down to grab the box of Marlboro's on the floor.


"Good at what?" I asked quietly, placing my head on Harry's lap as he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it.


"Sucking c*ck, sweetie." He grinned, removing the cig from his lips. Breathing out smoke above my head while his hand stroke my hair.


"I sure as hell am." I smiled up at him, laughing slightly as I saw the grin on his face.


"Oh yeah?" He had that boyish smirk on his lips as he took another drag from his Marlboro. His eyes didn't leave mine as he exhaled. "I believe that. And I'm gonna find out how right I am."


I let out a chuckle, my eyes staring at how beautiful Harry looked while he smoked. How hot it was whenever he blew the smoke out between his plump lips. And how happy he looked whenever he looked down to see me, laying on his lap.


A loud knock was heard on the door and I jumped slightly, making Harry laugh as his hand rubbing up and down my back to calm me down again. "Yeah?" Harry yelled and I heard the door open as I turned my head to see Matt.


"You got a lighter?" Matt asked Harry before he saw me and smiled. "Oh, hey."


"For what?" Harry asked, his hand going further down to my ass before he gave it a squeeze which made me jump in surprise as he grinned.


"I just need a fucking lighter." Matt hissed, sounding annoyed.


"Is it weed?" Harry continued, his hand still on my bum.


"Wha- no. It's just cigarettes, for fuck's sake."


"There's one over there." Harry pointed to the window where Matt grabbed the lighter before he got out. "And close the fucking door after-"


The door slammed shut with a bang as Harry let out a sigh. "Fucking shithead." He growled quietly which made me chuckle.


"Why are you being so rude?" I asked him in a murmur.


"I'm not rude."


"He's your little brother. Be nice to him."


"I can't, he's-" Harry stopped suddenly. "Fuck, just mind your own business, will you?!" He yelled at me. "Fuck, Jenna, you don't get it. You don't know him, so stop acting like you do. Just fucking leave him alone!"


Harry leaned his head back against the wall with a sign, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he calmed down again. I removed my head from his lap and was about to leave the bed, until I heard Harry behind me.