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The Heist

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

wc: 6.5k | part three of the business

manipulative!h + lil bit of coercion

Tangle limps glisten with sweat as they ruffle against the smooth sheets. The atmosphere carries clouds of smoke floating through in swirls. Harry voice is agitated speaking into the receiver of his phone, flat and commanding whoever is on the other line.

There’s muted noise throughout the room, like the newscaster playing in the distance or the blares of cars on the other side the wall. It emulates the palpable tension from the harsh words that vibrate from below you, the arrangement from whatever affair being planned is escalating his frustration.

The few months with Harry went by in a whirlwind of romance and laughter. Days being filled with luxurious gifts or underneath his graceful touch. Such affirmations of love are simple buds of affection luring in your desire to crave and lust only after Harry. It was relieving reassurance that he saw more than just your work position.

Chanel and Valentino greeting you every other day. Finding yourselves at the Met, eyes roaming amongst the beautiful sculptures bound with years of beauty. Dinner at expensive steakhouses and sipping on overpriced wine to quench your thirst. Nights spent taking you to extraordinary theatres — finding yourself tucked away in the corners or the room listening to the alluring melody that the orchestra plays, while watching ballerinas float along the stage in bliss. It all leads to the escalation of emotions that draw you both closer each night; touch running across skin leaving loving bruises in their wake, lips painting messy sentences against clammy skin. You basked in every moment of it. You’re completely whipped.

It was Thursday night, and instead of being at Jaspers, you called out of work. Preferring to be wrapped in Harry’s arms rather than ones of your clients. It was the decision you’ve been making more recently, taking up your sick days and burrowing them under his touch.

That is why your head is resting on his chest, he’s smokes away on his cigar, fingers lazily running patterns onto his shoulder with the heat he radiates seeping through the pores of your skin.

“I can guarantee the delivery for Saturday. Yeah… make sure Johnny has everything on his end set in place tomorrow,” Harry demands. Voice lace with frustration as he corresponds whatever his plans are.

“That’s not my problem, get one of your men to contacts his. He’s probably out doing god knows what.” The sound of his phone is heard dropping against the night stand.

Your gaze turns away from your moving fingers and to his annoyed expression. There’s smoke swirling in the air when it leaves his mouth, jaw tensing with sight locked on the television ahead that displays the weekly news.

“Are you alright?” You question, brows furrowing as you watch him draw in heavy breaths.

“Work bullshit.” Harry mutters. His hand that once occupied his phone now ventures to glide amongst your bare skin.

Your ears perk up at that. The simple mention makes your stare much more intense as they gaze at him. Harry rarely discusses work, always keeping the conversation to small talk about having an annoying schedule or dreadful co-workers. He never once discuss deeper about his profession, not even telling you his position or salary.

His lies accumulating every time the question found itself mention between the both of you, it only made your heart wrench in doubt.

Dishonesty stretched along for weeks, days, months; diverting attention, timid fingers, and tensing jaw always the sight being displayed. It hurt you. Of course it would. He knows every intricate detail about you, yet you didn’t even peel a sliver of information out of him. No matter how many bombarding questions treaded on he kept the deception going. Nearly three months together, all of your conversations left to the idea of him being a simple business man.

“Oh… tell me baby, what do you do again?” You ask curiously. Puzzled written over your features, as if you don’t already know the truth.

Smoke once again bellows in the space, his eyes going between you and the newscaster. Teeth biting into the flesh of his bottom lip before he’s removing his hand off your waist and going to grab his whisky.

You watch his adam apple lunge while sipping back the liquor. You catch the way his version glazes over in frustration with heavy inhales drawing in to exaggerate his emotions.

“What’s wrong?” You question, now spreading your palm across his skin to sooth him.

He shakes his head lazily, placing his drink back onto the table before his gaze is connecting to yours, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Heart thumps against your chest. Sight scanning over every feature in his face that gives away the impression that he’s concealing what you already know.

“The family business I’m in… it’s dangerous.”

Lashes flutter amongst the hollow of your eyes from the revealing truth. There’s a beat of silence between you. The space filled with hesitant inhales and roaming eyes. “Dangerous how?”

The commercial blaring in the background doesn’t over shadow the loud pounding in your ears. Or the fact that his jaw tenses as it normally does when questioned with the truth. You catch the way his fingers fidget through his curls, nose crinkling with deep sigh escaping. The smell of his cigar shifts through the air dressed in white clouds passing in the tense ambiance.

“My family has ties to people. Some whom you might consider threatening… but it’s not even just those connections, it’s our business. It’s not something you would consider legal… to certain extents.”

And all you can do is blink at him; mouth parted, lashes fluttering and an uneasy feeling overcoming you from his words. You’re not surprised just, flustered. He admitted the truth.

The facts that you already know. It made you starstruck. Not only that he’s confiding this information to you, but that Harry’s dreamy eyes and touch witness and controls things that should compel you to draw away from him and this lifestyle.

“Legal to certain extents?” You reiterate, nails gently scratching his skin as he goes to breathe in tobacco.

“We own restaurants, involve in stupid shit like stocks and sports. It’s nice and all, it’s eh,” Face resembling contemplation as he thinks over their agenda. “They’re good disguises for all our other transactions, the ones, I guess you can say that we do under the table.”

“Under the table?” You point out.

That collects another frustrated sigh to escape him. His eyes shutting momentarily with body ruffling below you.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this.” Green orbs reveal themselves with hesitation written all over his face. “Just think of… I don’t know?” His head swishing from side to side as he ponders.

“The Godfather have you watch it?” You nod you head, blinking up at him while chewing down on your lip. “That’s kinda my life but different.”

“You’re telling me you’re like Don Corleone?”

That makes Harry burst into laughter, the frustrated look that once paints his features turns into one of amusement at your comparison. Skin by his eyes folding over with chest rumbling, you can’t help but break into a smile as well.

“Oh no, not at all,” He chuckles, free hand going to rub down the expanse of your back. “The stuff they do in the movie, it’s quite similar to my life in a way.”

You nod your head in acknowledgment, relaxing into his touch as you twist your gaze up at him. He finally told you the truth; no more careless questions or lying. He really confessed what you already know, all because he trusts you. Or, at least you can’t help but think he does.

“So if you’re not like Don? What do you exactly do?”

Harry inhales his cigar again, sight going between you and the television ahead. Warm fingertips glide down your skin with his heart sounding through his chest. You’re being nosey and you don’t care. You to want to uncover the secrets that he concealed since he first lied.

“I orchestrate deals and plans. The men I always send for you, they’re my team. Anything I say they’ll do.”

That guides memory to the numerous moments were bulky tattoo men help you into trucks, escort you into buildings, greet you by the entrance of his penthouse or hold doors open. Always having vague looks over their faces.

“And Johnny?” Questioning the man that Harry always seems to be annoyed with. The name influences Harry to roll his eyes with irritation. You giggle playfully at the change in mood.

“He’s another Capo, but he’s Lorenzo son, that’s the man above everyone.”

You nod your head acknowledging his words before threaded eyebrows push together in confusion.

“So if Lorenzo is the boss who’s Luciano?” Harry’s face resembles your features being flustered; creases in his forehead perch themselves high as he gives you a stern look.

“Luciano? How do you know about Luciano?”

Fuck. You twist your lips into your mouth and divert your gaze, heat rising in your cheeks with your fingers gently tapping into his skin. You just blew your cover. Of course you would. Being so enthralled in finding out this information, it was just like you to catch yourself in a lie unlike Harry.

“Grace may have told me lil’ bit about you.” You confess, eyes catching with his. His expression relaxes, smug grin crossing his features as he nods his head in understanding.

“I’ll let you get away with the gossip.” Giving you pointed glare. “Luciano is Lorenzo’s great grandfather, he’s why the business is the way it is today.” It’s your turn to dip your head in understanding the family tree.

“But… you knew.” Harry breathes, coasting your frame and studying your appearance; the way your chest raises, fingers twitching every few seconds with expression looking utterly distraught.

He had to give it to you, every time he lied, you knew. The many occurrences when you asked him about work and what he does replays in his mind. Mornings were drowsy voice and sleepy eyes ask where he’s going, or nights when you would knock at his study wondering when he’ll come to bed. All those moments flashing back remembering your doe eyes looking up at him with mystery, so easily concealed.

“Why?” Your gaze roams between the bed frame and his hair falling loosely across his forehead.

Already dishonesty on both parts of this relationship. Both bodies in the room being cornered with the revelation unveiled. Who was even to be more upset? You, who already knew the truth and played along to lies he told you. Or him, deceiving you every chance he got to protect you of the life he lives. In all honesty, you would consider your lie to not be at the same extent of Harry’s. However, you still strung along and kept this false facade up. But so did he.

“Wanted to see if you’ll tell me. If you trust me.” Biting into your bottom lip confessing to him your thoughts on why you didn’t corner him with the truth months ago.

The genuine words have Harry nod his head knowingly. The hand that draws down your skin grips it roughly, breath releasing shallowly to look over your features.

He likes having you all to himself, away from the gore and narcotics he sees on a daily basis. Even moments like this he appreciates the most, you lying on top of him bare with flesh running amongst each other after lips littered those very parts. Harry loves to wake up in the morning on the way to his first meeting to catch a glimpse of you curled in the empty space of him; oversized button down and ruffle hair framing away from the twisted things he sees.

The time he spends with you shelters him from what he grew up around, what he lives with everyday. The way your sight burns holes in his heart because they feel so safe to burrow in. Your touch being a boost of warmth washing over him in comfort. Your presence fulfilling him in the love he’s been strained of. The smell of your perfume; floral and light, relaxing his tense frame after a long day. Harry was completely enthralled in you and the safe haven you bring towards him.

He can’t decipher if he’s mad or not about you gossiping behind his back, already knowing the truth about him. But, he’ll take it for face value. You want his trust, just as he wanted the same from you. So he will no longer play along to the games that hold this palpable air during every conversation about his profession, he knows what needs to be done to fulfil your wish.

“I’m under omertà. I really shouldn’t be telling you any of this baby.” There’s clouds of smoke dancing in the air as he speaks. Pulling away the cuban and looking at you longingly. “But believe me, I trust you. I hope this shows you that I do. I hope everything I do can show you that.” Harry leans down, lips pressing into your forehead to reassure you with his touch.

“How about this love,” His hands halting on the wings of your back and looking at you mischievously.

“Why don’t you spend tomorrow with me. I’ll show you the ropes.”

October in New York is bustling wind with dark clouds. The highlight of mustard cabs illuminates the streets brimming with sedans and vans all on their own journey. The usual horns blare and people walking amongst the crowded streets fills your ears as you strut along the road.

The breeze pasts you with fury, the fall weather in full effect with orange and brown leaves scattered amongst the side walk. Heeled boots echoing in determination as Harry’s entourage holds the door open for you every step of the way.

Jet black fur lined coat protects your body from the breeze passing through. With each stride your thighs brush together confined in lace pantyhose, your tight pencil skirt adoring your hips shields the wind gracing your waist.

“Thank you.” Bowing your head to the man with intricate script going down the sides of his face.

Stepping into the restaurant you smell beautiful aromas of spices with light chatter in the air. The establishment was large with oak tables filling the floor. The atmosphere is a subtle dark aesthetic. Compelling artwork adoring the walls as the vast windows display the energy outside in its dim sphere. There’s customers conversing, wine glasses clashing together, and servers resting plates down presenting them to the guests.

As your eyes rake through the crowd and the many dishes that have your mouth watering, your eyes catch on Harry. Resting along the wall in the back of the room, his gaze connecting with yours as his men delivers you in his direction.

Once stepping into his proximity rough hands linger between the open space of your jacket, drawing you into him gracing your nose with the scent of his signature cologne. His palm messages the skin of your hips, guiding you past the double doors of the restaurant and directing you to his office. Long drawn out steps sounding throughout the hallway till he’s retrieving the door open. His guards standing outside as he ushers you in.

So this is where he would spend his time when he’s not laying by your side in the morning. Intricately craved mahogany desk set in the back of the room. Chairs made out of the same material sat themselves in the middle of the area with books and paintings roaming amongst the spaces without windows.

Finding interest in the colour hard copies you trail away from Harry’s side. Your view roams amongst the papers filled with knowledge printed in charcoal ink. Eyes searching the many different authors while the heavy pads of his feet strides over to his liquor cabinet in the corner of the room. Glass clinking together as he pours himself his usual order.

“Did you want anything? Wine, food?” He retrieves towards his desk, pulling his chair out, at the same time you’re running your finger over a book, head twisting towards him and smiling.

“No darling.”

Harry was wearing his usual suit, curls tousled along his forehead with his lips covering around the rim and sipping the amber liquor.

You began stepping towards him, hands peeling your coat off and placing it on the chair parallel to his desk. The sound of your heels add eerie tension in the atmosphere as you’re making your way over to him. Fingers running over the smooth material on his shoulders looking down.

“Sit.” He gestures, foot pushing his chair out even more to make space for you on his lap. You smirk, twisting around and settling yourself on his thighs.

His warmth washes over you, hands going around your hips as he leans in, lips pressing against the side of your neck making you smile bashfully.

“Did you read all these books?” Suggestive tone with the playful pinch of your fingers has Harry landing another peck on your shoulder.

“Will it impress you if I say yes?” Breathless laugh escapes you, turning towards him to kiss.

Bourbon drapes itself along your tastebuds as he sinks into you. Muscles settle into his scent drifting from his button down onto your sheer long sleeve. Your presence also sends a wave relief through Harry, relaxing him as well.

The fragrance adorning your own body that swishes in the strands of your hair, comforts his nerves leaving him to soften against your touch, humming into the light pecks that you litter amongst each other.

Furious heavy knocks erupt the moment. The scene that was once brewing in the sparking affection between you both has Harry pulling away, head running down your arm in comfort before he’s answering whoever is behind the door. It creaks open, bulky man in black attire standing with harsh expression, completely ignoring your place on his lap.

“Final call. Everything is in place sir.” It makes Harry nod his head in acknowledgment, raising his glass toward him.

“Alright.” The door echos close, the click retrieving your attention towards him with brows raised. He sips back his whisky, eyes closing momentarily before he’s placing it on the desk.

His fingers peel open his laptop, typing in his password and pulling up surveillance footage, puzzled expression expanding deeper with hands pressing into his thighs rotating your position.

“What’s this?”

Clear footage points towards buildings with numerous civilians roaming amongst the walkways, there’s an armoured truck park in front of one establishment, a man rolling in heavy coal bags; while on the other half of the screen displays footage inside a bank. People standing in line waiting for tellers, with some sitting in crowds talking as if in a meeting. Your heart pounds in your ear… it’s clear what’s about to happen as your gaze adjust to the screen.

“Adam Brewcheski, Wells Fargo courier. Fifty years old, 5’10, and weighs two hundred and twenty pounds. He picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 6:15pm.“

Harry draws back from the machine, hands running down the desk to drag along your thighs — his mind diverts back to his original plan. Nails catching in the lace on your skin, breath heavy along the nape of your neck with his intense aura captivating your senses. You shouldn’t be feeling aroused right now, but with his fingers roaming higher and higher, bunching up your skirt as he gropes over your clothed skin, it was luring you into his calculating actions.

A shudder runs through you, digits curling into his tailored suit, just as your gaze catches onto two black vans peeling onto the street with swiftness.

Bodies dressed in all black exit out of the vehicles with distorted masks in long veils. Your eyes squint, leaning forward as they rush into the building, sight flickering to the other surveillance camera of one man hitting the courier in the back of his head with a rifle. Men storming in pointing guns in the directions of people, jumping behind the counter tops and collecting the staff members to all gather amongst the floor.

“Harry…” His roaming hands still venturing deeper down your hips and feeling over your panties. A heavy sigh draws from your chest at the feeling of his fingers gliding up your folds. “This isn’t right.” Wet kisses seep onto your skin, his chest warm as you continue to relax into his touch. Digits still dragging down your pussy agonizingly slow.

“But doesn’t it feel so good?”

There’s thunder in your chest with the vintage film displaying innocent people arranged on the floor with weapons pointed to their heads. Studious men roam amongst the room, some ushering bank tellers for more money while others guard the door for any law enforcement.

But even with all this taking place before you, there’s wetness brewing between your legs. Whimper slipping out of your lips as you find yourself runting into his hand.

“I can’t… watch this,” Voice rush and strain as you turn your head into his face. Harry’s sight is already locked on you, malicious eyes taunting and thrilled at your appearance.

“You have to baby. Do it for me.” One hand leaving your thigh, gripping your cheeks to direct your attention back to the screen. “If you want to be with me, you have to baby.”

Your gaze flickers, sight going back to the men walking through the room with vengeance, completely emptying the vault with numerous bags being shuffled throughout the bank.

“H —How do you get away with this?” You utter, mind telling you to fight his torment but heart falling into those very tanitiazling ways.

“Anything can be bought, no matter the price.” Hand running down your neck agonizingly slow, the other presses into your clit roughly. His manipulating motions only affects your pulsating nerves and weary thoughts.

The grip on your throat tightens to keep your view ahead. The scene now beholds the men all emptying out of the bank in a rush. Muffled and distress victims lie helplessly on the ground as one guard peers over everyone before following the many. They trail back into the vehicles now arranged at the side of the building. Escalating trucks dash through out the tight knit streets with speed making haste to the previous events.

“But Harry…” Voice trailing as you see occupants now gather off the floor and start alerting the authorities.

“This is what you want, the truth. So there it is. Are you satisfied?” Condescending tone rushes over you. Almond nails curl into his slacks, head turning in fury causing his grip to fall.

“It’s wrong.”

“It’s why you’re with me.”

His words hang in the air, dizzy connection halting the once passionate atmosphere. Those words with his ominous expression has your heart sinking and mouth run dry. The stare down is intense, the haunting sentence settling truthful tension in the air that once held heated pleasantries.

“If you’re going to be with me you must know there are circumstances you have to accept no matter your personal beliefs. I need a woman who understands that things like this are gonna happen, are you gonna be her or not?”

Forest eyes examine your emotions crossing its way over your features; fluttering lashes, lips pierced together as pink blossoms amongst your cheeks.

It strung a cord in you — once again the craving to want to be his wholeheartedly, his ideal woman. Those thoughts constantly wander your everyday occurrences whenever with him. All the memorable events of the relationship already being so profound and nearly straight out of a fairytale. You know you want Harry, quite frankly you know he was the one for you, he’s a man that you simply cannot pass up.

“Okay.”

That makes him smirk, happy glint in his eye as he leans his head in, lips pressing into your timid ones. His hands find themselves back on your skin, trailing their way to the very spot that craves him through the evident tension.

“Always so good for me. My perfect girl.” Harry breathes into the kiss, fingers twisting your thighs in his hold. They roam deeper between your legs as he captures your lips back in his.

Heart swells with admiration, nails relaxing their tight hold and finding themselves venturing to his curls. This situation is alarming, it should have you distressed and rattled but instead you’re yearning for his touch, flexing your hips against his torturous movements.

The roar of your pantyhose ripping tears through the room, hungry fingers no longer continuing their teasing motions but now running along the heated folds of your pussy.

Harry grip draws circles along your clit, toying joyfully with your fluid coating it in all its moisture. This is wrong, on so many levels, but god does it feel so good.

His lips capture your moans falling into the space, mouth sinking onto yours and nibbling on the red flesh. Intriguing hands continuing their enticing motions, fingers diving between your folds and sinking deeper into your pulsh walls.

“Baby,” You moan, the hold you have in his hair tightening as he continues to press kisses into your heated skin.

Harry is addicting; broad, rough hands roaming over you, his aroma letting your senses fall into his touch. No matter what he does, it had you drawing towards him so easily with no regard, no restraints, just simply submitting to him completely.

“That’s right…” Fingers rocking into your pussy sensually, hot breath roaming down your neck assaulting the skin there. “Be my perfect girl.”

A whimper draws out, nails scratching his scalp with waist rocking against his provoking touch. You’re loving the attention with the electrifying intensity of his hands thrusting into your tight heat. It has you desperate for more. Your legs slip lower amongst his thighs, only carrying your skirt higher up on your hips.

Harry’s lips descend down in fury sucking bruises onto the hot skin. His body drinking in your slacked demeanour, with arms flexing between your dripping nectar as you cry out.

He relishes in the rattle waver of your tone, eyes drifting open every few minutes subsiding to the pleasure he pours into you. He adores the tremble that resonates with each whimper, arousal trickling down the length of his fingers with each jolt of his wrist.

“All this for me baby?” Curving his digits to the depths that he always reaches.

Shivers pulse throughout your body, another coat of fluid expels from your pussy at his words. The presence of him has your head lowering and slipping your lips back onto his. Pleased moan escaping once they meet with tongues swirling amongst each other in harmony at the exchange.

The room dances with starving vulnerability dwelling between you both; rush hands and raged breaths swirling in the air. Circling waist meets every rolling thrust of his fingers, stream of arousal coating his urgent speed sliding down your walls passionately.

“I want more,” You whine against his bruised flesh. Back curling against his posture riding him.

“Mhm… that’s what you want?” Teasing tone running along your cheeks.

“Yes… please,” Sliding deeper into his palm with nails gliding down his shoulders in anticipation.

His furious thrust pace themselves, slick fingers drawing out of your pussy and sliding along your clit spreading your lips wide with your nectar. Your body goes lucid, thighs contracting from his hands leaving their position.

Torn pantyhose clings tight against your sweaty flesh as Harry picks you up with ease, his hands gripping your thighs roughly placing you on the desk.

The clatter of the laptop rings through the warm atmosphere. It doesn’t make him hesitate for his attention to push every miscellaneous object off his desk while your hands venture to undo the belt of his trousers.

“Been wanting to fuck you on this desk.” Every touch that roamed amongst each other is rushed tugs of clothing shredding off, wet kisses dipping along the once covered limbs.

“Yeah, how about the one at home?” Taunting voice recalling the study in his penthouse that you’ve walked in numerous of times.

“Gonna fuck you there too,” Your fingers curl around the crown of his cock spreading his pre-cum as you slide him through your palm.

The motions draw heavy sighs out of Harry’s chest. Hot breath running against your skin as he lies in the nape of your neck. Hands gripping you roughly and bringing you towards his hips.

“Gonna fuck you every where,” Nails caving deeper as he begins to rock into your hand. “Paris.” Fingers carrying his cock towards your arching pussy. “Spain.” The head of him running between your folds lazily. “Morocco.” High pitch whine leaving your throat as he breaches your entrance.

“Anywhere baby, just tell me.” Harry pulls his head away from your throat gazing into your dilated eyes. “Fuck you anywhere you want.”

God he’s so sexy. So handsome, and the words that fall from his lips leave you on an intense high. Wide torso with broad shoulders dancing with intricate tattoos, flexing his body under the golden hue illuminating the room, only adding to the intoxicating arousal pulsing in your clit.

“Stretch your pussy nice and wide for me.” Your grip tightens in paste when drawing him down the expanse of your pussy, palm letting him sink between your folds.

“Yeah that’s it.” Heavy weight of him fills your tight walls. Smooth glide of his hips coating his cock in arousal. “Just like that.”

Blissful gasp travels through the space between your lips, hungry touch pulling him into your body, drinking in every stimulating draw of his hips easing into your pussy.

Harry needs you to feel every inch of him; he wants to program it in your mind how he spreads you out and leaves you crying for more.

In the dim light, every move is rough grabs across slippery bodies. The heat in the room is mixture of submissive energy and manipulating tactics. Harry knew what he was doing letting his hands pleasure every part of you while watching innocent people be taken advantage of. It turns him on watching your face decipher whether you should belong in his life.

He consumes the seductive vocals of your love trailing along his lips. Hips beginning to find rhythm in his thrusts. Every jolt of his cock into your pussy drags along your cervix in aggressive beats. It has your nails twitching against his curls, the grip he has over your waist restrains any efforts as he fucks you into the desk.

The table creaks with every stroke of his hips. Utensils that litter the desk ring into the harmony of Harry pounding away. Impatient fingers roaming with pleasurable moans escaping.

Your pussy pulsates with each thrust, quivering vibrations shocking you with each torturous movement. It never helped that Harry was dangerously handsome but also knows how to fuck. Low grunts and piercing jabs adding to the charisma of him at his most vulnerable.

But even in that state he’s conscious. Alert and precise vision looking over you coming undone around him. Harry watches over every twitch of your lips, strands of hair sticking to your temples and pink hues of passion roaming amongst your breasts. He grows aroused with the trance he has over you, knows that just at the call of your name you’re ready for him. That you’ll say yes no matter what.

“My perfect, perfect girl.” Breath expanding over your skin as he continues his rough strikes.

The praise allows an array of butterflies to spread in your stomach. It quivers in anticipation at the tiny pinches stinging down your spine. It’s the foreshadow of your climax on the brink.

The draw of your hands venture down his throat and scratch the skin, broken moan trailing out with each frantic buck of his hips.

“M’gonna… cum,” Lashes flutter up at him as he looks down on you deviously, loving the expression transforming over your face.

“Mhmm,” Harry hums, one hand leaving from your hips and towards your bundles of nerves, fingers toying with the ball resulting in you curling into his chest.

“I love your pussy. Love the way you feel darling,” Words instigating the tremors running throughout your body.

“Harry,” Filthy call of his name falls from your mouth with each recoil of his hips.

“Cum baby, cum on my cock.” Husky breath spreading over your lips making you submit to his words.

The stimulating sensation of your climax leaves you lightheaded. Head craning back, eyes squeezing shut with waist stuttering against his movements. It showers all through you, furious needy appetite being filled by Harry as he fucks you through your high.

Tormenting hips continue barreling down your walls quivering in satisfaction. Your body goes limp, vision slowly cracking open with hesitating inhales drawing in. The fierce thrusts has your pussy grow sensitive beginning to shudder away from his touch.

“That’s it baby,” Harry mutters, hips rolling forward tenderly. Your nails run down his shoulders shaking in adrenaline. “So pretty… just for me.”

Moan trembles from your throat, head shifting to press light kisses into the marks you created. Tiny bubbles of blood streaks down the sides of his neck as you can’t help the shake of relief that surges through you.

“C’mere.” Harry states, his cock slipping out as his grip goes to your arms beckoning you off the desk.

Numb legs finds the ounce of strength you emit to fall to your knees. His thickness glistening in your fluids as you don’t waste time to take him into your mouth. The warmth you radiate releases pleasurable grunts from Harry in response to your twisting tongue.

It roams down the underside of his shaft, licking all over the intense veins with dreamy eyes looking at him. He watches over you, fingers carding through your hair as his bottom lip sucks itself between his teeth. Sight lost on the way you pleasure him with your slick muscle.

“Yeah clean me up.” Chest heaving with each inhale. His hands follow the motions sucking his length into your mouth. Your throat welcomes him with each rock, spit mixing with your nectar that burns on your tongue.

“Good girl.” Harry condemns. Watching closely to the way you suckle on the crown of his cock.

Your fingers pull away from your thighs beginning to stroke him with rushed lips, they trace all along the expense of him sucking every crevice that your slick seeped into.

With each descend it’s electing moans of delight from you at the heaviness of Harry dragging through your throat. The familiar stretch of him spreading your mouth adds to the brewing addiction you have for Harry.

“Up. Come here.” He’s manhandling you again, his grip falling to your neck as he tugging you up and spinning you around. Chest pressing into the desk as his hand goes to raise your knees up, having your backside sit against his hips as he begins to rub himself against you.

You can’t even catch your breath as he already positions himself and thrusts in. Sore walls expanding as he slips back in, cock filling you up once again and driving back into your heat in determination.

Harry’s hips are practically bouncing off you. One hand roaming up your thigh and gripping onto your hip as the other latches into the nape of your neck, turning your head to look over your expression.

It’s the same breathless look of being embraced with his pleasing thrusts. Lengthy cock stroking your pussy roughly has his balls rock against your clit. The switch of positions is hitting the pulsating cushions of your pussy, the feeling caters to every nerve devouring in the pleasure.

“F —Fuck me s’good,” You mumble completely drunk off him fucking you so roughly. Vision blurs with tears of arousal as your nails curl against the wood of the table.

“I know baby, I know…” Drifting down your walls in urgency.

The air is thick in greed with hips meeting each other craving another sweet release, moans and groans share in the space as hungry eyes stare at each other in complete submission to the others desires. Spread across his desk making mess of yourselves in the inky ambiance of the room. It reveals the sheet of sweat coating feverish skin. Harry can’t get enough of the obedience you behold, the fact you’re looking back at him in virtue makes his hips drill against your cheeks.

The attraction that draws you two together is apparent with the sight of your gaze locked on each other. It shines in the way your plump lips hang open in change of his thrust. And it displays itself further when Harry shoves you deeper into the desk as if wanting to break you in half. The movement is causing your eyes to gloss over with cheeks shoving into the table.

“Take it like the good girl you are.” Drumming his hips to the point the desk is dragging along the floor, shuffling into the of middle the room.

“Harry,” You cry, breast jerking with every thrust of him.

Pins and needles tingle the underside of your foot. Toes curling against the wooden floor as the burning rush of your climax makes itself known when flowing through you. Your throat goes strain with mouth dropping open not even able to vocalize the emotions overcoming you.

“Aren’t you such a good girl,” The hold he hands on your neck releases as he wipes the strands of hair clinging to your face. “Look at you.”

Voice completely filled in admiration as he stares at you. His eyes dark yet comforting as he seeps into your pussy. Harry drinks in the shutter of your eyes, gaze disconnected as chest strains for air.

He feels the quiver that courses down the expanse of him. Creaminess wraps around the thickness of him in a blanket of squirms. It has Harry cursing. Creases of skin fold in the middle of his eyebrows with teeth grinding against each other. It makes his hips draw to a sensual pace.

The added slick causes him to bow his eyes slowly. The combination of your tight walls and stuttering body of yourself contracting around him results in his seed spilling. Warmth of his cum absorbing into your plush walls as he continues to rock into you.

“So good for me.” Harry cranes down peppering kisses along your shoulder. Pulsing cock rolling into your pussy slowly as he catches his breath. “Always so good.”

Your eyes flutter open, vision clearing yet mind still in the clouds over the second climax. Your body is slack against the desk. Your hips and knee now bruised to the grip Harry had over you, however it’s not something you mind, especially with the way he’s drawing you back in from the sub space you’re in.

His dick trails out of your walls letting his seed spill out. It’s running along your lips and spilling droplets onto the desk.

Harry feels over your limps, nails drawing against flesh of your ass drinking in the pleasure that courses through him.

“Oh baby. You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into.”

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