Harry/pansy Novels & Stories

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

I chuckled, "That's amusing." He scoffed and went to sit on the chair in front of me. "Are you ready to go on a coffee date with me now?" he asked with a pout. To be honest, he looked so cute and I had a little crush on him. His dirty blonde hair was always tidy and matched his dark green eyes. Not to mention how tall he was and he was also a gentleman. "I'm a very busy person, Henry," I said to him. He blew a sigh, "Oh come on, Rose. Should I kneel?"

I relished in the panic and confusion that swirled in his grey eyes, a twisted smile working its way across my face. "Yes, Gavin. It seems we do have a lot to make up for. The only difference is I'll be the one asking the questions, and you'll be the one begging for mercy as I do to you what you had Winston do to me." My powers shot out, paralyzing Gavin before he could even think to use his own. He crumbled to the floor like a cut-down tree. His eyes were wide with panic as I leaned over him, my fingers curling into the short scruff of black hair as I lifted his head, pressing my cheek against his, my lips brushing against his ear.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

Linus smiled. They spotted a black Lamborghini Gallardo approaching and his smiles widened as he knew it was Harry. Harry sighed before coming out of the car. Of course he is not stupid as to come unprotected. He had his gun stashed away in his pants and his men were lurking around waiting for his signal to attack. “Well well well. So I'm finally graced with your presence Harry or should I call you Venom." Linus smirked. “Where is she?" Harry asked immediately as he wasn't ready to engage in any silly discussion with Linus.

“We'll make sure everyone has a good time...” The stepdaughter did as she was told, stripping down to her cotton panties and lean thighs. Harry loved looking down at their panty clad pussies... seeing the bulge of their lips and the blatant wet spots formed on the material! It was utterly magical. He knew that in a few moments, his cock would be buried, for the first time, inside one of those tempting southern slits... and in this instant, he didn't even care which one came first!

Let's leave ,Harry tells Bianca . they both get into the vehicle and Harry drives off straight to the office where they both worked. Bianca looks at her a lot of times as he kept on driving dodging the very hectic traffic and roughs drivers on the way. she's totally not finding it funny the way Harry and Samantha get along in her presence. " All these prostitutes that disguise themselves as maids in other to get or tie down rich guys. Harry is mine and no one is going to take him away from me, No single human on earth! ,she said in her heart as she watched Harry drive. " Are you okay,Harry asked, noticing her continous look at him while he was driving. "Yes I'm fine , I'm only admiring your

Dylan interrupts in an offended tone, but I don't pay him mind as I continue speaking. "Sandra is the mother of the pack, and she's literally always on the clock. And Bubbles has fashion hands. Show him, Bubs.” I turn to her, and she flashes her palms and finger tips to Harry, showing him how mangled they are from working with needles and pins all day. "We need a break. I emphasise the need. Harry stares at me warily, like he's trying to uncover something else from my pleading expression. Since he doesn't find what he's so desperately looking for. He lets out a sigh and opens up his mouth to speak.

She had offered to wash both our plates. "Well, howdy, stranger." That scent and voice seemed so familiar. I turned to see piercing blue eyes on me. It was Harry, and he had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of sweatpants. I've never really had a thing for man buns, but he made them work. "Harry!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. He was my first friend here—if he considers me a friend. "How have you been?"

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"