𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒.

53!

Chapter 53

It almost feels too good to be true.

Until it slipped from his lips, I hadn't realized just how badly I craved to call him my boyfriend. I had nearly convinced myself that labeling wasn't necessary when it came to us, but now I'm elated that we have.

This beautiful man is my boyfriend.

Sitting above his lap in a parked car under pouring rain, I couldn't ask for anything better. Despite a load of a day it has been, the night ends here with us—and I want to make it memorable.

Running my thumb across the lips I've just feverishly kissed, I whisper, "Call me your girlfriend again."

He's breathing heavily with his hands up my red dress. After grinding my hips against him, I feel his neediness and it gets a whimper out of me. "My girlfriend, my girl who's just for me..."

Eagerly nodding in agreement, I bite my bottom lip. "Just for you," I assure. Leaning in, I kiss his lips again because I can't seem to ever get enough. My fingers then fall from the side of his neck and down to the top of his pants as I can't hold back.

He bucks his hips forward, allowing me to undo his pants. I moan from anticipation against his thrilling and sweet mouth. Together, we manage to shove his pants off his hips and he groans when my palm grazes over him. "Are you just for me, too?" I ask him as my teasing fingers tug at the waistband of his underwear.

Releasing a whimper, he nods profusely. "Yes, yes... Just for you. No one fucking compares to you, my sweet sweet girl."

I pull out his hard dick, already collecting spit from underneath my tongue. With one slow pump of his length in my hand, I look down and release my spit. Aiming perfectly, I then smother it around. "Mhm." I then kiss the corner of his parted lips.

"Fuck," he heaves, shutting his beautiful eyes as I begin to jerk him off with gentle motions.

"I have to warn you," I then say with a small smirk. "As a girlfriend, I can get really fucking needy."

Through the pumps my hand makes, he pants and digs nails into the sides of my hips. Swallowing, he then says, "My needy fucking girl," he mutters. "I'll... I'll make sure your needs are met every—fuck—every day."

"Yeah?" I smirk, adoring the way he looks as I pump my hand faster. "Fuck, I want to ride your dick so fucking bad."

Groaning, Harry meets my stare. He's breathing heavily as he smacks the sides of my thighs. "Fucking ride it. It's yours. I'm fucking yours, Jo."

Impatient and desperate to feel with him, I lift my hips. He tugs my underwear to the side and I align myself with his cock. My mouth falls open the moment I let him sink into me. I grab onto his shoulders as he releases another groan.

"Oh, God," I moan, trying my best not to roll my eyes back when all I want to do is look at him. I suck in a breath as I begin to roll my hips. No matter how many times we fuck, it's always mindfuckingly good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moans with me and against my neck. "Just like that... Fuck me, just like that."

Rolling my hips, I find the ability to move faster in the little space we have. "Harry," I whine his name before gasping from the pleasure starting to build. "Ah! You feel so good."

"Spit in my fucking mouth," he then mutters through our body heat. "Please, please, please."

Moaning, even more, I smirk at his request. Bringing a hand over his cheek, I tilt his head through my ride. "Is that what you want?" I hum, panting as I move quickly. I then lean towards his open mouth to spit right onto his tongue. I watch him swallow then moan ever so sweetly.