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whimsicalwritersstuff · 6 days ago

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── Sweet as honey

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Harry Castillo x fem!Reader

Summary: You work at a restaurant where Harry Castillo is waiting for his date, but things don't go as planned.

Warnings: 18+. unprotected sex, size difference, Age gap (50s,20s), fingering, praise, pet names, soft!harry, pinv, little bit fluff

words: 4.000+

You worked to pay your way through law school waiting tables in fancy restaurants. Serving couples and families that could afford such expensive meals.

Working late nights for the kind of money they tip you. But as much as you enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the job, you looked at the couples who came in and you often dreamed of finding someone you could spend your time with. Someone to share that kind of life with

This particular night, a man was sat alone in your section you worked in. He seemed to be trying to appear busy on his phone. But you could catch him looking around the restaurant, as if he was waiting for someone.

You wondered why he didn’t have a companion when he was dressed so finely. His suit was clearly designer, and his watch alone probably cost as much as your yearly salary

Despite yourself, you kept stealing glances in his direction from time to time. You chastised yourself for doing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was attractive, and the way his suit coat pulled against his broad shoulders, and the way his thighs filled out his trousers in all the right places…you were only human after all

As the night wore on, you noticed that he still had yet to order any food. It was nearing closing time, and everyone else around him had already left.

You eventually grew brave enough to approach him, your heart beating a bit louder in your chest. You mustered up the courage and walked up to his table. Clearing your voice softly you spoke

"Excuse me, sir? Can I get you anything? It’s almost closing time."

The man looked up at you and spoke in a slight sarcastic tone in his voice,

"Hmm, how about a date that actually shows up? Would that be too much to ask?"

You apologized softly, feeling sorry for the man sitting alone. "I'm sorry she didn’t show up. Would you still like anything to eat or drink?"

The man leaned back in his chair as he looked up at you, a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side slightly, his gaze appraising you appreciatively.

"Well, I didn’t plan on going home early. Care to take the place of my now-absent date instead?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as you stammered out a response. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, trying to keep your voice steady as you replied with a soft tone

"Uh, my shift doesn't technically end until midnight, actually." Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed his attention on you. You wondered if he could hear it, or if he could tell how flustered you were.

He leaned back in his chair as he looked down at his designer wrist watch before returning to you with a smirk. He tilted his head to the side as he spoke,

"I've already waited this long. Another half hour is nothing."

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you rushed away to finish up. You could feel his gaze on you, watching your every move. It made your heart flutter in your chest, your cheeks flushed.

You quickly finished up your shift, and once off the clock, you changed back into your dress. You spent a few extra minutes fixing yourself up in the mirror, fluffing your hair and adjusting your makeup.

His gaze roamed over you as you approached, and he couldn't help but notice how lovely you looked. Even with your hair tousled and without any makeup, he found himself drawn to you. With a charming smile, he spoke, "You look lovely."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at his compliment, and you couldn't help but smile. You tucked a strand of your tousled hair behind your ear and spoke softly, "Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say. You look quite handsome yourself."

As the restaurant began to close up, the staff started to clear out, leaving you and the man to walk outside together. The night air was crisp and a bit cool, a pleasant change from the warmth of the restaurant.

He walked beside you as you walked, your footsteps falling in sync with his. The dim streetlights cast a soft glow over his features, making him even more handsome in the soft light

He looked down at you with a smile as he spoke "So.. what's your name?"

You looked up at him as you walked, returning his smile with a shy one of your own. You felt a tad bit flustered, being so close to this handsome mystery man.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear once more as you spoke, your voice sounding soft and a just a bit breathless.

"I'm (your name). And you are?"

The man repeated your name before speaking, "that's a lovely name you have, My name's Harry. Harry Castillo."

Harry stuck his hands in his pockets as the two of you continued walking along. He glanced over at you as he spoke,

"So, what is someone as lovely as yourself doing working the late shift at a fancy restaurant?"

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as he complimented you, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips. You shrugged slightly as you spoke, a bit sheepish.

"Uh, well, I'm actually a law student. Working at the restaurant helps me pay the bills while I work on my degree."

Harry nodded, clearly impressed by your ambition as he spoke,

"Law student, huh? That's really admirable. Taking the initiative to better your future." He continued, "I can't imagine it leaves much time for socializing. Which, I'm assuming, is why you're still single and had no date tonight."

You felt yourself blushing even more as he so bluntly addressed your current single status as you let out a soft sigh.

"Yeah, it certainly makes it difficult to have a social life. Between studying and working, I don't have much free time to go out. My friends constantly pester me to 'go out and meet people' but..." you shrugged, "It's not as easy as it sounds."

Harry nodded in understanding, his expression softening,

"I get it. It can be really tough to make time for a social life when you're juggling so much. And meeting people isn't always easy, especially when you're as busy as you are."

He glanced at you with a sympathetic smile before continuing, "How long have you been single, if you don't mind me asking?"

You hesitated for a moment before answering, a bit embarrassed to admit it aloud,

"Awhile, actually." You fidgeted with the sleeve of your dress, suddenly finding the ground very interesting, "To be completely honest, I haven't had a date or any kind of relationship in... a couple years."

You grimaced slightly, feeling like you were a bit pathetic for admitting it aloud.

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your admittance.

"A couple years?" He repeated softly, clearly not expecting the answer "That's a long time to be single, especially for a young beautiful women like yourself." He said as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone like you, young and beautiful, could go that long without being asked out.

He chuckled dryly, shaking his head in disbelief before speaking again "That's a hell of a long time, doll. I don't understand how someone hasn't snatched you up yet. They're clearing missing out, big time."

You blushed slightly, feeling both flattered and a bit embarrassed by his words. You bit your lip as you spoke, trying to hide your flustered expression.

"Well, I... guess I just haven't found the right person yet." You tried to sound nonchalant, but you couldn't help the hint of longing in your voice as you spoke, "Sometimes it's hard to find someone you connect with when you're so busy with your studies. I guess I'm just... picky." You shrugged.

Harry nodded, understanding your explanation. He glanced over at you with a small smile, noticing the flicker of longing in your eyes as you spoke. Wanting to lighten the mood, he changed the subject.

"Well," he said lightly, "enough about single status. What's your favorite thing to do when you do have free time? You know, besides studying, working at the restaurant, and being stunning, that is" he teased.

You chuckled at his teasing comment, shaking your head slightly,

"You're quite cheesy, you know that?" You said with a smirk, though you were secretly flattered by his compliments. You thought for a moment before answering his question. "When I have free time, I love reading. I'm a big fan of true crime and historical nonfiction. And sometimes, I like to just curl up on the couch and binge watch documentaries."

You paused, looking over at him curiously "What about you? What do you do for fun, besides dress in designer suits and flirt with waitresses?"

Harry smirked as you teased him about his flirting, amused by your sass,

"Oh, you noticed the suit, huh?" He chuckled dryly, running a hand through his messy hair. He paused, considering your question before continuing "Well, when I'm not working or entertaining waitresses, I like to go to the gym and do a bit of boxing. I take my fitness pretty seriously." He smirked,

You rolled your eyes playfully as you spoke in a dry tone, "Oh wow, look at you, Mr. Muscles. Very impressive." You teased. "I bet you spend more time admiring yourself in the mirrors at the gym than lifting weights." You smirked at him.

Harry feigned offense at your lighthearted jab, placing a hand over his heart dramatically,

"Hey now, I'll have you know I spend plenty of time lifting weights. Although, can you blame me for admiring a masterpiece like this?" He ran a hand down his muscular chest with mock arrogance.

As you were laughing, Harry's attention turned to a nearby food truck a short distance away. He smiled, an idea forming in his head.

"Hey, you know what? I'm suddenly in the mood for some late night street food. Let's grab some, my treat." He started walking towards the food truck,

You followed after him, You couldn't help but smile as you walked next to him. "Street food at midnight? Sounds like an adventure. I'm not one to turn down a midnight snack."

You took a seat at a nearby table while Harry approached the food truck to order. You watched as he talked to the vendor, gesturing animatedly and clearly enjoying the options.

A smile played on your lips at his lively demeanor. It was endearing to see him so enthusiastic about something as simple as street food.

Harry soon returned to the table with two juicy cheeseburgers and a plate of crispy fries balanced in one hand and two milkshakes in the other. He sat down across from you, placing the food on the table with a satisfied smile

"Voila, street food at its finest. Hope you like cheeseburgers." He chuckled and pushed a plate towards you "Dig in."

You picked up the cheeseburger and took a bite, the salty meat and melted cheese exploding in your mouth. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan,

"Oh my god, this is so good." You said, speaking with your mouth full a bit before covering it apologetically, "Oops, sorry. I guess I'm hungrier than I thought." You chuckled before taking a sip of soda to wash down the bite.

"No need to apologize, doll. I love a woman who can appreciate good food." He picked up his own burger and took a bite, "That is good..." He chewed and swallowed before continuing " I think I've found my new favorite late night snack spot."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement as you continued to enjoy your burger. You could feel your mood lifting as you chatted easily with Harry. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, a rarity in your life lately.

"I have to admit, this is a much better late night plan than studying and stress eating at my apartment like usual." You laughed softly, taking another sip of your milkshake, "Thanks for the unexpected adventure, by the way."

Harry chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Hey, I couldn't let you spend another night studying or stress eating alone, could I? Sometimes you just need a good ol' fashioned street food adventure to make life more exciting." He glanced at you with a smirk, "Besides, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to buy a pretty girl a meal." He winked,

You blushed at his compliment, the casual charm in his voice making it hard to resist. You tried to play it cool, hiding your fluster behind a smirk.

"You're quite the charmer, you know that? You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Using food and compliments to get on a girl's good side. Not very original, but it's effective." You said, taking another bite of your burger

Harry chuckled, shrugging off your teasing with a smirk,

"What can I say? I'm a simple man. I see a pretty girl, I offer her food, and I throw in a compliment or two for good measure. It's a tried and true formula. And hey, it's working, isn't it?" He winked, his tone laced with confident cockiness.

You rolled your eyes playfully, pretending to be annoyed at his smugness. In truth, you found it oddly endearing.

"Oh you're just full of yourself, aren't you?" You scoffed, trying to suppress a laugh. "I suppose I can't fault you for using what works. Even if it is a bit cliche." Harry chuckled, raising an eyebrow in mock offense.

"Cliché, huh? I prefer to think of it as classic. You know, some things just never go out of style."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile,

"Oh please, classic is just a nice way of saying overdone." You teased in a playful tone, finishing off your last bite of burger

"But hey, I suppose clichés exist because they work, right? And I guess I can't complain when it results in a pretty girl and a midnight cheeseburger." You smirked, enjoying the banter between you two.

A few hours passed in what seemed like an instant. The two of you had been chatting for god knows how long. As the night breeze blew past, Harry looked at you from across the table, his gaze soft as he met your eyes.

"You know, I have to say, I'm glad my date didn't show up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of spending the night with you instead." He smiled softly, the sincerity in his eyes clear in the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, You tried to play it cool, but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

"I suppose it was a happy accident then." You said softly, holding his gaze for another moment before looking down at your now empty plate, trying to hide your slight fluster.

Harry noticed your attempt to conceal your fluster and smiled at your bashfulness. He decided to take a chance, hoping to extend the night a bit longer. He spoke softly,

"Since our night is still young and I'm not quite ready to call it a night just yet, I have a proposition for you. How about I treat you to a nightcap at my place? It's not too far from here." He offered, raising an eyebrow in question.

You considered his proposal for a moment, your heart rate quickening at the suggestion of spending more time with him.

A nightcap at your place, huh? That sounds... nice." You nodded after a moment, You knew you should probably be more cautious with a man you met only a few hours ago, but something about Harry made you feel safe. You glanced up at him, a small smile on your lips.

"Sure. Why not. Lead the way."

A smile spread across Harry's lips as you agreed to his offer. He stood up from his seat and grabbing their trash and throwing them in the trash can nearby before offering you his hand, his touch gentle yet firm as you took it.

"Excellent. Let's go." He interlocked his fingers with yours and began leading you down the sidewalk. The streets were almost empty now, only the occasional passing car breaking the peaceful quiet of the night.

"We're not too far from my place. Just around the corner." He explained, still holding your hand gently.

As you walked together, Harry signaled for a passing cab. A yellow taxi slowed to a stop in front of you, and Harry held the door open for you as you slid into the backseat.

"After you, doll." He said with a charming smile. Once inside, he gave the driver directions to his place before settling back into his seat, his thigh pressing lightly against yours.

The taxi drove through the city streets, the city skyline passing by outside the window in a blur of neon lights and tall buildings. As your thighs touched in the cramped backseat, you glanced over at harry, a small smile playing on your face.

"Not too cramped back there, are you?" You teased, The intimate proximity made your heart flutter slightly.

Harry chuckled softly, the sound deep and velvety. His hand slipped casually onto your thigh, not quite resting there, but lightly touching your smooth skin.

"No, it's just right." He spoke softly as his hand gently squeezed your leg, his touch sending electric tingles down your spine as he looked down at you.

The air in the cab felt hotter as Harry's hand remained on your thigh, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowered.

"You know, you're pretty easy to rile up, doll." He said with a smirk, his eyes fixed on you as he gently squeezed your leg again, his thumb tracing lazy circles near the seam*

You met his gaze, your cheeks flushed as the intensity between you two grew. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

You leaned in slowly, drawn to him like a magnet. Your lips finally met his, soft and tentative at first, the touch delicate yet electric. You kissed him gently, trying to contain the growing desire that threatened to consume you.

Harry's eyes closed briefly as your lips met his, savoring the feeling of your soft mouth against his. He returned the kiss, slightly tilting his head to deepen it. His hand on your thigh tightened, his grip possessive as he pulled you closer.

His tongue darted out, teasing against your lips, begging for access. He groaned softly into the kiss, unable to get enough of you. The cab continued its journey, the outside world forgotten as Harry lost himself in the moment, his other hand moving to your waist and pulling you almost onto his lap.

You felt yourself being pulled onto his lap, your bodies now pressed tightly together in the back of the cab. His kisses grew more urgent, his hands roaming over your curves. His lips moved from your mouth, trailing down your jawline and along your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"God dammit, doll. You're killin' me." He nipped at your neck, his voice rough with desire as he spoke against your skin,

Harry's lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, and he nipped and sucked at the skin, leaving heated kisses in their path. One of his hands gripped your hip, holding you tightly against him,

"Do you have any idea how insane you're making me right now?" He groaned against your skin, his voice slightly strained.

You gasped softly as Harry's mouth and hands teased your skin, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

You felt him press against you as he shifted, you slowly began to rock against him, your hips grinding into his arousal, creating a delicious friction between you both.

Harry groaned softly, the sound low and rough as his hand slipped under your skirt, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh. His grip on your waist tightened as he teased along the edge of your panties, feeling the damp fabric as he pressed his palm against your center.

"God, doll. You're already dripping wet for me." He murmured, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles against your clothed core.

You gasped softly at Harry's touch, feeling the heat building between your thighs as he teased you under your skirt. Your body responded eagerly to his touch, and you leaned into him, seeking more of that electrifying sensation.

"Are you going to be a good girl and let me take care of you, doll?" He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as his hand continued to tease and toy with you through the thin fabric.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and rough as he murmured into your ear. "I want to hear you say it, babygirl. I want to hear you beg for me." He said, his fingers gliding up and down your inner thigh, the tease both maddening and delicious.

You moaned softly at his words, your body already growing needy and desperate for his touch. You tried to push against his hand, seeking more friction, but Harry gripped your thigh harder, holding you in place.

"Please. Please... I want you." You whispered, your voice slightly breathless as you met his gaze, your own eyes dark with desire as you pleaded with him.

"I need you, Harry. Please." You added, desperation in your tone.

Harry groaned at your admission, his own arousal only heightened by your needy begging. He could feel the effect he was having on you, your body trembling under his touch as you pleaded with him for more. The way you were begging, the hunger in your voice, all of it was driving him wild. He nipped at your neck before leaning in close to your ear.

"You have no idea how good you sound right now." He murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Harry's fingers slowly push your panties aside, his eyes watching your body tense as he spreads your lower lips. He finds your wetness, his fingers sliding easily through your folds. He slowly circles your clit, teasingly slow, watching your body react to his touch

His breathing grows heavier as he watches your body squirm under his fingers. He maintains that agonizingly slow pace, rubbing light circles around your sensitive bud. Every now and then, he dips a finger slightly lower, barely stroking your entrance, but then immediately returns to teasing your clit.

You can't help the soft moan that escapes your lips, trying to keep it low so only Harry can hear it. Your hand reaches up to his shoulder, gripping it tightly while the other tangles itself in his dark locks.

Feeling your soft moan and your hands gripping him, Harry slowly slides one finger inside you. He moves it in and out at the same pace he was circling your clit earlier - slow and teasing. His free hand moves to your hip, holding you in place as he finger-fucks you gently.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours, watching your reactions as he slowly adds another finger, stretching you gently. He curls his fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside you that makes your breath hitch. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in slow circles as his fingers work in and out of you.

Feeling your body respond to his touch, Harry can't resist anymore. He leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss as he continues to finger-fuck you. His tongue explores your mouth as his fingers explore your pussy.

As you kiss, Harry quickens his pace, his fingers moving faster in and out of you. He can feel your walls tightening around him, knowing you're getting close. He breaks the kiss, nipping at your jaw and neck as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot over and over again.

Your hips move on their own, grinding against his palm, his fingers hitting that perfect spot. You moan softly into his ear, your eyes closed tightly. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you ride his hand, taking his fingers deeper with each grind.

Feeling your body move against his hand, Harry groans softly, his cock throbbing in response. He can feel your wetness coating his fingers as he moves them faster, harder. He knows you're close when your moans become more urgent and your body starts to trembl.

He can feel your body tensing up, your hips grinding faster against his hand as he continues to finger-fuck you relentlessly. Your moans grow louder in his ear as he curls his fingers inside you one last time before hitting that spot repeatedly.

With a final, thrust of Harry's fingers, your body convulses around his fingers as you come undone. Your juices coat his hand as he continues to move his fingers inside you, drawing out your orgasm. He holds you close, his lips on your neck as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, Harry slowly pulls his fingers out of you, making sure to hit that spot one last time to make you whimper.

He brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning softly at the taste of your pussy.

Harry leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers huskily, "Fuck, you taste as sweet as honey babygirl..." He kisses your neck gently before helping you sit back down on the car seat, your legs feeling like jelly and your face flushed a deep red.

You're panting heavily, trying to catch your breath as harry leans back in his seat, his hard cock still straining against his pants. "Look at you..."

Harry chuckles softly as he watches you squirm in your seat, trying to get comfortable after the intense finger-fucking you just received. He loves seeing you like this, all worked up and needy. He reaches down and adjusts his hard-on, groaning softly. "So fucking cute..."

Harry pushes you against the door as soon as they're inside his penthouse, his hands going straight to your ass. Your tongues clash hungrily as he walks them deeper into the house without breaking the kiss.

Harry's lips move down to your neck, sucking softly. You peek over his shoulder, your eyes wide as you take in his penthouse. It's huge and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the city lights. You realize he's rich - really rich.

He carries you through the living room, past the state-of-the-art kitchen, and up the spiral staircase leading to the master bedroom.

He kicks the door open and tosses you onto the king-sized bed, following after you immediately. His body covers yours as he kisses you deeply once more.

You giggle softly as Harry's weight presses down on you, his lips never leaving yours. He smiles against your mouth, loving the sound. His hands roam over your body, caressing your curves through your clothes. He grinds his hard-on against your core, making you gasp.

You help Harry lift your dress off over your head, revealing your black lace bra and panties underneath. He throws the dress aside and trails kisses down your neck and collarbone as he unhooks your bra, exposing your breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers.

You arch your back, pushing your chest out as Harry plays with your sensitive peaks. He groans against your skin, his hands moving to your hips to pull down your panties.

You wiggle out of them, kicking them off the bed. Now you're completely bare underneath him, his suit still on.

Harry pulls back slightly to admire the view, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your naked body.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt, throwing it aside before removing his pants and boxers in one go. His massive erection springs free, making you bite your lip as he crawls back over you.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," Harry murmurs, spreading your legs wide apart. "Fuck, look at you. All spread out for me with your little wet pussy on display."

He runs a finger up your slit, collecting your wetness before bringing it to his mouth to suck clean.

He groans softly, his cock twitching at the taste of your arousal. "I need to be inside you," he growls, positioning himself at your entrance.

He rubs the head of his cock against your clit, making you moan softly before sliding it down to your opening.

Harry pushes the tip of his massive cock against your small entrance, trying to work it inside. But you're so tight and small that it's a tight fit. He groans in frustration, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck babygirl, you're too fucking tight."

He starts to push harder, his thick head stretching your tiny hole. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he slowly pushes past the barrier, his thick length inching inside you. He's so big that he can only fit about half of himself before hitting your cervix. "Shit..."

He stops moving, his half-length buried inside you as he kisses your forehead softly. "Shh, baby. I know, I know I'm too big for you right now," he murmurs against your skin, his hands gently stroking your thighs. "If it's too much pain, we can stop."

You look up at him and shake your head, "n-no no please, please don't stop, keep going I can take it," you said breathlessly,

Harry smiled softly against your forehead at your plea, his hips starting to move slowly again.

"Good girl," he murmurs. He starts to pull out slightly before pushing back in slowly, giving your body time to adjust to his size. He kisses your neck and breasts softly as he moves gently inside you.

You lean your head back against the plush silk pillow, your body relaxing as Harry continues to move inside you. His slow thrusts hit all the right spots, making you moan loudly.

Harry's eyes darken with lust as he hears your moans, his hips moving faster but still gently. He leans down to capture your mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as he thrusts deeper into your tight pussy. "Goddamn," he groans into your mouth,

He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, his pace gradually increasing. Harry then hooked your legs over his shoulders, spreading you wider and hitting deeper.

You moan loudly as Harry hooks your legs over his shoulders, his deep thrusts hitting your G-spot perfectly. "More... Please, harry more..." you whimper,

The room echoes with wet, squelching sounds as Harry pounds into your pussy mercilessly. Your bodies slap together loudly, the sound of wet sex filling the air. You cry out as he hits deep inside you, your juices coating his length and inner thighs.

Harry closes his eyes as he feels your tight pussy gripping his massive length. "Fuck, babygirl... You're taking my big dick like such a good girl..." He groans, his pace becoming almost brutal as he ravages your little hole.

He leans down, his body pressing against yours as he fucks you harder. "Your little pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me, babygirl. You love taking my big cock, don't you?"

You nod your head frantically, your mouth hanging open as Harry continues to pound into you. "Y-yes! Please... please don't stop!" You beg,

Harry's head roll back slightly as your words and tight pussy push him over the edge. He slams into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he releases a torrent of hot cum. "Fuck!" He cursed loudly gripping your thighs so tightly there will probably be bruises all over her thighs.

Your body convulses around his cock as he fills you with his hot seed, triggering your own orgasm.

You scream out his name loudly, the sound echoing through the penthouse as your pussy squeezes him tightly.

Harry collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he continues to empty himself inside you.

He stays buried deep, his cock twitching with aftershocks as he holds you tightly. The room is filled with the scent of sex.

Both of you lay there, completely spent and drenched in sweat. Harry's weight is partially on you as he catches his breath, his face pressed against your neck. Your legs are still wrapped around him, his softening cock still buried deep inside. "Babygirl... You were so good"

After a few moments, he carefully pulls out of you and lays down beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist.

He pulls you close, so you're snuggled against his side with your head on his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I've got you, babygirl... I've got you..."

You melt into his embrace, your body fitting perfectly against his. Your leg throws over his hips possessively as you snuggle closer.

His fingers play with your hair while his other arm holds you tightly. You can hear his heart beating steadily beneath your ear. "Mmm..."