How Could I Have Known? (A Josh Ramsay Fan Fiction)

How Could I Have Known? (A Josh Ramsay Fan Fiction)

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Again his lips are at the crook of my neck; my hands trail down his stomach and stop to undo his belt. "Slow down, I'm not done with you yet." Josh whispers loudly. He moves his lips over mine again, his hand is fiddling with the clasp to my bra which is now being slid off of me. His hands run over and over my breasts making me arch my back. I remember these touches. Each one is more prominent now because my body is healed. He stops kissing me and backs away looking at my bare body. Large hands slowly run down my thighs towards my stomach and stop at my jeans again. My breath hitches as Josh undoes the button and tugs off my jeans. I stare at his hands as they trace back up my legs and pull my underwear down.
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This is not my story. It was written by H28/Hannah. I am only posting it on here so I can read it while im on my phone cause its a whole lot easier. So if you do read it please give all the love for this amazayn story to her and not me cause I repet IT IS NOT MINE!!!!!! "I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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