Niall Horan Dirty Imagine (18 pt. 2)

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Last Chapter: "i listened to his request and he didn't have to tell me twice. i was laying down on the bed in no time and waiting for him to make the first move. i felt his hands pin my wrists down to the bed and..."

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When I felt his hands pin my wrists down I was immediately drawn to what he was going to do next, and something tells me I wasn't the only one going to enjoy it. "I thought you'd be happy to see me Princess" He whispered in my ear. "Of course I'm glad to see you, just not like this" I said with a shaky breath. 

He dragged his lips from my ear to my collar bone sending shivers down my spine "I want you naked and in the shower by the time I take my belt off beautiful." He said sternly. He let go of my wrists and let me slide out from under him give my butt a tight squeeze then a slap making me gasp. I quickly pulled my clothes off while making my way to the bathroom stumbling over everything in my path including the clothes I was taking off. I shivered as my bare feel touched the cold tile in our bathroom and made my way to the shower. I sat on the edge of the tub turning it on I stuck my hand under to get the perfect temperature and eventually turning the shower on. As soon as the shower head turned on I felt cold hands grip my waist.

Niall stepped in the shower grabbing my hand pulling me in alongside him. He pulled me closer to his body allowing me to feel the heat radiating off of his body. I thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but,  as soon as our lips touched he pushed me against the glass door of our shower. "What's my name?" he asked biting my ear. I refused to give him the power of telling him what he wants to hear. I bit my lip to stifle any noise that would've proven how much I was craving him. 

He pushed my legs open by sticking one of his in between both of mine, my knees buckled and I gave him the opportunity to bring one of his hands down in front of my body and have his way with me. He rubbed my slit up and down allowing my wetness to coat his fingers making an easier entry. Niall slipped one of his fingers inside of me causing me to grip his bicep and fall completely onto him, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. "Niall...please" I begged "Please what?" He asked.

Honestly I didn't even know myself what I was begging for I just knew I needed more. "More" I whispered in between my moans. He flipped me over and looked me in my eyes "Tell me what you want or you won't get it Princess." "I want you." after saying those 3 words, it didn't take him long to push me back against the wall. Facing him this time he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. "If I hear one moan leave your mouth I'll fuck you just like this for week straight" "Don't threaten me with a good time" I hissed back. As soon as I finished my sentence I felt him break past me. A slight gasp left my lips but, I immediately covered covered my mouth to muffle any noises trying to break past.

"What was that?" Niall mocked me with a smirk. I furrowed my eyebrows at him still feeling him stretching me out with each powerful thrust. I wanted to moan so badly, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and show him how good he was making me feel, but, I couldn't. I started to feel him at the bottom of my stomach and he kept going deeper and deeper. "OH MY GOSH, please don't stop, don't ever stop. I couldn't take it anymore, he knew my weak spots and he knew how to make me feel good in every single way, and he made sure I knew that he knew. I was snapped back into reality by him bringing one of his fingers down in front of me and rubbing the nub in between my legs. I clenched around him and felt him twitch inside of me, "Finish inside of me, let's build a family." I whispered as I held onto his neck, he smiled at me and I knew he wanted to same thing. 

The thought of our future brought us both to climax, Niall gripped onto my thigh and came inside of me, neither of us said a word, we just sat there in the moment, breathing in the scent of each other's lust. 

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