American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 49 - Emma's pussy juice

Little bit smutty, but not the make your pussy throb kind.

Enjoy.

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Harry's phone started to ring, causing us to pull away from each other. He clears his throat and grabs his phone, furrowing his eyebrows when he looks at the screen.

"What?" I ask.

"It's Mitch." He says.

"Oh, give it to me." I smile, taking the phone from him. I answer it, putting on speaker.

"Hello?" Harry says.

"Harry, where the hell are you?" Mitch says.

"Calm down, Mitchell. I'm at home, why?" He asks.

"Because everyone is waiting for you at the studio, dipshit." Mitch says, Harry and me looking at each other with wide eyes.

"Whoops. Be there in five." Harry says, hanging up and we both sprint up the stairs to get ready.

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"Finally. Took you long enough." Mitch scoffs as everyone turns to us.

"Sorry, I completely forgot." Harry says as we both walk over and sit in the chairs lined against the wall.

"Ok, so we already have Cherry and Fine line ready, the ones you sent me Harry." Mitch says and I furrow my eyebrows and turn to Harry.

"What are those?" I ask.

Cherry? Like my nickname cherry? Or is he just really into fruit?

"Just some songs for the album." He mumbles, shaking it off.

"Well, do you want to play them for us?" Sarah asks.

"Nope." He says, looking down at his lap and popping the 'p.'

"Alrighty then. Well I have some ideas for this one song..." Mitch says and I start to space off, looking down at my notebook full of random lyrics.

I feel something on my knee and glance over to see no other then Harry's ring covered fingers sitting there.

I smack it away, nobody was really paying attention, but I would prefer Harry not to grope my knee at work.

I look back down to my notebook and Harry's hand goes back on my knee, slightly moving higher.

"Harry." I grit through my teeth in warning.

"Yes." He hums back, looking down at his own notebook with a smirk.

"Harry. Hands to yourself." I warn.

"I don't wanna." He whines like a child, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"I don't care." I say, pushing his hand off and looking back to my notebook.

I feel his hand again, only much higher. He places it on my thigh and I flinch a little from his cold rings.

Note to self: never where skirts around horny Harry.

"Harry I swear to fuck, I will peg you so hard you want be able to walk for a week." I whisper yell through my teeth.

"Promise?" He says, flashing me a cheeky grin.

"Emma? Harry?" Mitch calls and Harry removes his hand from my thigh as we both snap our heads to him.

"Yes." We both say.

"We're you paying attention to anything I was saying?" He asks.

"Nope." We both reply.