Niall: "Oh fuck," he groaned, tossing his head back in pleasure as you ran your tongue along the length of his shaft. Tired of teasing, you finally took him between your smirking lips, pushing his length as far back down your throat as you could. Niall inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, tangling his hand in your hair as he pulled it away from your face. Bobbing your head, you took whatever you couldn't fit between your lips in your palm, working his base with your hand. You let out a long, low moan, allowing the vibrations to hum around his cock. As they did, a growl fell from his parted, pink lips, which were still swollen from your hungry kisses. "Goddamn," he muttered, twisting the makeshift ponytail he had made of your hair tighter around his fist. "Just like that babe, moan on it. Feels so fucking good, shit... you suck me so good darling," he groaned as he gazed down at you, his weary eyes swimming with love and lust.
Liam: "Touch it," he murmured softly, his voice low and thick with lust. You could feel his hands brushing over the skin of your stomach as hovered over you. He took half of his lower lip between his teeth as he slipped his erection out over the waistband of his boxers, stroking it as he rested his forehead against yours. "Come on baby, touch me," he cooed, pulling away so that his chocolate eyes could lock with yours through his lowered lids. You moaned, his slow, seductive tone slipping through your veins in an intoxicating manner. Liam hummed in satisfaction as you arched your back up off of the mattress. "Please baby," he whined, lowering his lips to yours in a wet, open mouthed kiss. When he spoke again, he spoke against your swollen lips, letting them move against his own as they quivered. "I want to feel your hands on it, come on love, don't be shy. Touch me," Liam begged. And as he did, your small, trembling hand reached out and wrapped itself around his shaft, twisting as it glided up and down his length slowly. His eyes screwed shut as he bucked against your grip, a growl coming from deep inside his heaving chest. "Yeah, just like that sweetheart, don't stop..."
Louis: Hands against his chest, hair falling in front of your face, it was a struggle for you to hold your balance as he thrust up into you. He watched with a wicked smile, his hands sliding over your the warm flesh of your thighs as your lips fell into a perfect "o". "Feel good, love?" he teased, one brow raised as he licked his lower lip. "I'll bet it feels so fucking good. It looks good. Fuck, you look so good, riding me like you do. I love the way you take me babe," he groaned, giving each of your thighs a firm squeeze. You gasped, sensing that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. "Louis..." you whined, throwing your head back, your hips coming to a halt as your toes curled against the sheets. "Oh no," Louis tsked, shaking his head. "We're not done yet love. Don't even think about it," he warned, his eyes narrowing as the corner of his lip twitched into a cocky grin. "Don't you give up on me now. Let me see you bounce on it, beautiful. Come on, give it your best go," he teased, lifting his head up off the pillows for a better view. His hands went to your hips as you lifted yourself up and down, up and down, fucking yourself on his cock. He let loose a hiss of satisfaction, his fingertips digging into your flesh as you threw your head back in pleasure. His baby blues looked over your entire physique, locking on your bouncing breasts as he said, "God, you make me fucking crazy, baby."
Zayn: "C'mere," he cooed, a half smirk stuck on his lips as he nodded for you to come closer. He lay back on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows as his dark eyes traveled over your bare figure. Your own eyes flicked down to his waiting erection, which was thick and throbbing as it stood upright and ready for you. Placing a knee on either side of his lap, you straddled him, your small hands resting on his chest as Zayn looked up at you from beneath his lashes. That stare alone could have brought you over the edge, but what really got you, what truly sent that shiver down your spine was when he licked his lower lip and told you in a low tone, "Sit on it."A whimper left your lips, your fingers trembling over his tattoos as he raised one brow seductively, one of his hands rising to rest on your hip. Taking your lower lip between your teeth, you slowly slid yourself down onto his length. Once you had about half of his cock inside of you, you stopped, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to adjust to his size. But he wasn't having it. "Ah-ah, come on babe, sit on it. All the way, come on," he encouraged softly, his warm breath blowing over your face as he stroked your cheek with his free hand, the other pressing into your hip with increasing strength. "I know you can take me, boo. Come on, pretty baby..." he murmured, lifting his hips to ease himself deeper. Again, you began to push yourself down onto his member, stretching yourself around him as you moaned. Once his entire length was buried deep inside of you, you rested your forehead against his shoulder, panting as his mouth met your ear. "That's my girl, that's my good girl," he whispered, tangling his hand in your hair before beginning to roll his hips up into you.
Harry: "H-Harry..." you gasped, gripping at the sheets as he thrust into you from behind. Lifting your head off the mattress, you looked back at him over your shoulder as his hands ran along the length of your sides. "Mmmmhm?" he moaned, his eyes closed as he answered, his focus on the way your walls had begun to tighten around his cock. "More..." you whimpered, your knuckles going white as they balled around the blanket that rested beneath your knees. "More?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes fluttering open, nostrils flaring as he processed your request. His hands danced over your skin, down to your hips where he pressed his fingers into the flesh, pulling you back against his pelvis as he rocked into you. It was a better angle, but still, not enough. "I need more..." you whined, letting your torso drop back down against the bed. "Fuck," Harry whispered, chewing at his lower lip as he racked his frazzled brain for a better way to please you. Impatient on and on the brick of your orgasm, you pushed yourself back against him, then rolled your hips away only to do it again. A stream of scrambled obscenities fell from your lips as Harry hit the sweetest spot inside of you, the one where you had wanted him most. He could feel it too, a low moan rising in his throat as he rolled his hips, letting you continue to push and pull against his own movements. "Push back on it, babe," he panted, holding onto your hips as though they were the only thing keeping him sane. "Just like that, come on kitten. Let me feel you cum. Let it go for me, love."
Hi guys, that picture up there is my kitty. 😊 But, I'm feeling a little bit better and I've loved all of the messages from you guys. Hope you liked this one.
