The Paid Friend (Harry Styles)

The Paid Friend (Harry Styles)

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"W-W-What are you doing?" I stutter as i could feel him cornering me in the wall, his green orbs blazing and dark. He smirked, just raising his hands on my body,slowly raising my t-shirt as his face came near mine. He went near my earlobe and nipped it, never letting me go. Oh well, fuck.
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I anxiously staring at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell me it's a joke, a really bad fucking joke. He's in front of me in a blink of an eye and picks me up. My legs wrap around his back as he holds my thighs firm. My back presses against the wall as he pushes us against it. His breath intertwining with mine. He presses his lips to mine and I can tastes the wine he must have had before coming to see me. His grip on my thighs tighten and he pushes himself harder against me. I gasp as the feeling of him between my legs ignites. "Harry," I breathlessly pant trying to pull myself away. "I haven't done any of my moves and you're already screaming my name."

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