Harry Hook X Reader Novels & Stories

I ruffled my hair and arched my back when he leaned down and planted feather kisses on my stomach, down to my navel, and down further. “Ah!” I grasped for air and moaned loudly when he licked my slit and gripped my waist so tight. My hand reached his hair and pulled them but he didn't care. He continued kissing me down there until I exploded in his mouth. However, his ruthless tongue didn’t stop. He licked everything I released before he climbed on top of me. I opened my drunk eyes and met his blue eyes blazing with desire. “Fck!” Harry let out a curse which seemed to arouse me more. He then brushed the tip of his length against my entrance before he invaded the tight door of my femininity.

"Good morning, Harry! How are you feeling? Do you need me to work on you?" Harry smiled a devilish grin. "Yes, I do, after I have my coffee, sweetheart." This girl was unbelievable. He realized that she would probably have sex with him throughout each and every day if she could. Harry couldn't wait to get things started with her. Harry's original plan actually paled in comparison to his current reality. He had no idea at the time how hooked on his big, black, dick Tracy would become. He had heard of such a thing, but never actually experienced it. He recalls one of his friends some time ago talking about some women being "freaks for big dick." His friend said such women were somewhat rare, a

Harry reached his climax and wanted to withdraw but Tamara cuffed him with her legs indicating that she should cum inside her. Harry wanted to see the satisfaction on his lady's face and he did not withdraw at the moment. He turned her over the kitchen cabinet and made love to her in the Doggystyle. Seeing the satisfaction on her face gave him pleasure. They both came at the same time. “I haven't had enough of you yet and I'm sure that you like it,”Harry said mischievously.

" So , what were you doing ?" "Oh, shawn messaged me asking to hangout tomorrow ,so I just messaged him yes" As soon as i say this , something flickers in harry's eyes an his look changes but just like that he gets back to his normal self. I feel this weird pang in my chest when he doen't show me what he is feeling ,but it's okay ,i mean we aren't exclusive exactly. " You can come if you want , i am sure shawn would not mind"

Electric pleasure shot through me and I arched into his touch. "Off," Harry commanded, tugging at my robes impatiently. "I need to see you." I let him slip the robes off my shoulders, revealing the skimpy red lace underneath. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my nearly naked body. He reached out to trace the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. "God, Hermione," he breathed. "You're perfect."

Anastasia gasped, her hands finding their way into his hair as she pulled him closer. Harry's hands trailed down Anastasia's body, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. He could feel the warmth of her pussy, a tantalizing promise of pleasure that awaited him. Anastasia moaned, her hips arching in response to his touch. Harry's fingers found her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he slid a finger inside her.

“Something she’s not? Did you not read what was written on them, Trent. She’s stalking you. Clearly, the cowgirl here has some mental issues.” “So you’re admitting you read them?” Trent asked “Yeah, I read them. So what?” “So what is that wasn’t Mel’s words you were reading, but my friend here,” Trent told her. On cue, Harry pulled over a chair and sat down. He looked nothing like the easy-going guy as usual. His face was twisted into an icy scowl that made even Trent a little wary. “You see he’s a writer working on a book but he wasn’t too sure about it so he passed the manuscript to me to read and seeing as it was in a woman’s point of view I asked him if he minded I let Mel read them to

"But now you're completely awake. I intend to take your virginity. That's mine." My heart begins pounding again. Harry gently lays me on the cool grass in the middle of the meadow before taking off his shirt, leaving me mesmerized by his strong, muscular body, so typical of an alpha of his rank. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Harry asks as he climbs on top of me. I don't answer. Still unable to believe what's happening, I place my hands on his shoulders and then on his muscular arms, touching the body I'd desired for so long. My longing for Harry Oakheart is finally being fulfilled.

Like the cell is begging to be picked. Harry groans as I empty his hole, frowning slightly at his failed attempt to get me up. “Come on, A stór, I want you.” My voice is hoarse.“Not now, Baby.” Harry’s face is violent. “I’ll ride you. Come on." He straddles my lap, positions my shaft with his entrance. “Just get it up. Please, fuck me.” I rasp. “Few minutes. Okay?” Another penetrating buzz. “Leave it.” Harry pouts.

This is a whole new era of Craving His Control, deep love, deeper sex, and absolute surrender. Fantasy, romance let just say pure intimacy. MIA He stood before me, tie undone, shirt unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled up, and eyes filled with a kind of devotion that made my skin tighten with anticipation. “This month,” Harry said, voice husky, “it’s yours. All of me. No company, no meetings, no boardrooms. Just you.”