george harrison imagines

foreign feeling

"we have to be quiet." i gasped as he slowed down the rhythm of his hips as he unexpectedly took off again, while i craned my head into the pillow.

"ohhhhh!" i called out as george moved me up and down. he wore a smirk on his blushing face as he rolled his hips deeper into mine,

"aughhh." he grunted while i reached for his shoulder. george penetrated himself deeper as the bed banged against the wall, the foreign feeling of his cock doing tricks deep inside of me, made me moan louder.

"ohhh my God!" george yelled out as i arched into him,

"uhhhhh!" i groaned out, sweat lacing my hair to my forehead.

"if we get caught i'm blaming you." he whispered. i blushed deeply while my mouth hung open,

"oh oh ohhhhh!! ohhh why?" i managed to blurt out.

it was here he pulled his head from the crook of my neck to look into my half opened dark eyes. he yanked my hair back, which made my eyes shoot open, "because i shouldn't be fucking you in our hotel room. the lads could be back any moment now." he lingered with a mischievous smirk, speeding up as i screamed at the amazing fucking feeling.

"say it." he growled as i moaned like a whore. my face was as red as a tomato while george pumped harder and harder into my limp body.

"say it!" he shouted out as i matched his scream,

"ONLY YOU CAN FUCK ME THIS GOOD DADDY!" i yelled, making george happy as we made out. it didn't take long for him to cum before i did too. we cleaned up and i left the hotel room before the other three could arrive.