Resurrection: the ability to resurrect the dead, could be others, could be oneself.The beginning might...catch you off-guard. You can skip it if you want and read further on.
The (*) in the title of the chapter stands for sexual content.
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H.S. // 6 Man
"Shit."
A throaty groan escaped my lips as I sunk into her, feeling the supple flesh of her ass hit my sharp hip bones as she pushed herself back onto my c.ock.
"Fuck, Harry," she moaned deeply, as I began to pound into her roughly, wrapping her hair around my ring-clad knuckles to hold her steady.
"Don't call me that," I hissed, tugging on her hair harshly, making her moan in pain and pleasure.
Her words of apology were swallowed up with upcoming groans as I shifted my hips sharply, pulling and pushing into her deep enough to hit her sweet spot. My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to gulp down my moans of pleasure as slammed my hips into her from behind. My eyes gazed down at where my slick c.ock was disappearing into her dripping sex, vision blurring due to the pleasure as I tried to focus on the task.
This is for work, not for your own pleasure, Harry, my conscience reminded me as my bottom lip was freed and a shaky moan tumbled from my lips. I was ripped out from my thoughts when Celine whined, noticing that my movements have gone slow, probably because I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts.
My movements sped up again, c.ock pounding into her repeatedly causing her moans to crescendo, ultimately turning into screams. My body dropped, fists balling as they dug into the mattress on either side of her head, holding me up. I pressed my face into her neck, biting the skin there to stop me from releasing my moans, as I fucked her hard and fast. The sinful sounds of my skin hitting hers filled my ears as I squeezed her breast roughly with one hand, before trailing it down her flat stomach to rub her c.lit.
Her moans immediately increased in volume and pitch, causing me to cringe, scrunching my nose and eyebrows up at the inhumane noises. To avoid hearing her moans in that form, I tugged my hand away and pulled myself up, hands returning to its rightful place on her lean hips squeezing them before I gave her soft ass a sharp spank.
She lurched forwards at the sudden movement, a strangled moan of pain/pleasure escaping her lips as I stared down with a smirk at my handprint that stained her ivory flesh. My orgasm inched nearer as I gripped her hips so tightly, bruises marking her skin.
"Mhmm," she moaned into the white wrinkled sheets, pressing her cheek against the mattress as she spread her legs further. "Fuck me harder, Harry," she said, making me grit my teeth in annoyance at the mention of my name again.
Her walls tightened against me as she approached her release, her ass slamming against my lower body in desperation to cum, the noises echoing across the room. My ring-cladded fingers wrapped around her ash blonde hair, tugging her backwards until her body rose off the mattress. It pulled all the way until her cheek was pressed against mine, returning to grip her waist as the other one fondled with her breast.
"Beg for it," I growled into her ear lowly, as I squeezed her breast, making her moan out loud.
"Please, Harry, make me cum," she begged, her dainty hand grabbing mine over her chest, trying to interlock our fingers.
I pulled away in disgust, pushing her back onto her knees before pushing my cock back into her, sending her over the edge. A loud moan ripped through her throat as she released, it rang in my ears as I continued my movements until I hit my high as well. My body tense, muscles tightening as I felt my body explode with pleasure. After spilling into her, her body slumped, a hazy smile covering her face as she rolled onto her back.
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