Harry Styles Shorts and One Shots

Dad's Best Friend 8 **

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Liliana
6 months later

Gentle caresses are all I can feel on my skin. Fingers are trailing my spine, slowly dragging up and back down, settling on the skin on my exposed ass. The hand rubs in delicate circles, making me push into the feeling as I stretch out, finally opening my eyes to see the drape-covered window of mine and Harry's bedroom.

I let out a low hum, still not turning to face Harry. "Good morning," my voice croaks out groggily.

His weight shifts on top of me, feeling his firm length pressing against my lower back. "Good morning, angel." Harry kisses the top of my spine. "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy that we sleep naked every night?"

I giggle, arching my back a bit to push myself against him. "You don't need to tell me, you always show me."

Harry chuckles, kissing across my shoulder, then back to the back of my neck. "Can I show you again?"

"You never have to ask me that, Harry," I say quietly, pushing my ass more into him.

He hums with approval, licking his fingers then pressing them against my already weeping entrance. "I'll never get over how wet you always are for me."

A smile fits onto my face, my cheeks darkening with heat. Harry lines himself up to me, teasing my hole with the crown of his cock. It makes me wiggle and groan, fighting to get him inside of me. He always manages to make me desperate in a matter of seconds, and he knows he has that power over me.

He slowly eases into me, a sharp gasp catching in my throat as Harry groans deeply, pushing his chest against my back. His lips press to my cheek, his body still as his weight sinks me into the mattress.

"So tight, my sweet girl," he whispers, his hands on my hips. "You ready for me to move, baby?"

I nod into the pillow, Harry chuckling slightly before he slowly pulls out, pushing himself back in to the base. We both moan, his left hand coming up to interlock his fingers over mine that are splayed beside my head, gripping the sheet.

"Taking me so good, Lilly," Harry praises, making me tighten up on him. "You were made for my cock, weren't you, baby?"

"Yes," I whimper.

His hips begin to slap against my ass, the sound echoing through the bedroom. Harry's grip on my hand tightens, as does his grip on my hip. My eyes are squeezed shut from the pleasure, groaning and absorbing every thrust he gives me.

"Need to see your face," he grunts, giving me a hard thrust before he pulls out.

Harry flips me, kissing me firmly on the lips before crashing into me again. My eyebrows fit together as I wail into his mouth, feeling his smile spreading against my lips. He leans up, his hands on the headboard above us as he gives me repeated, bed-shaking thrusts.

"There's my pretty girl," he coos, his head tilted back as he moans. "Fuck, Lilly."

My fingers float down to rub my swollen clit, my body instantly jumping and spasming as soon as I make contact with it. Harry's head leans down to gaze at me, his brows furrowed as he moves my fingers into his mouth, replacing them with his own against my clit.

He kisses my hand, holding it beside my head as his right one works its magic on me. "I'll take care of you," he says quietly. "Wanna be the one that makes you cum on me."