Harry Potter Fanfiction Smut Novels & Stories

I recoil as he grips my hand, preventing me from playing with my underwear. I see him close his eyes and bring his nose closer to my tiny panties, inhaling the pungent smell that has remained in them. He snatches them from my hands and puts them in his pants pocket. "Harry," I squeal. "That's not fair, you're leaving me with nothing, and it looks too perverted." "Perverted?" He raises an eyebrow... "I love that phrase," I see the shadow of his pupils dilates. "Suck," he orders. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, then puts it in my mouth.

He sputtered. And here he saw the mature mother lick her lips, rather seductively he thought. Coupled with the way her tits were showing in that top, wooo! The big milf jugs... cleavage galore! And at once Harry's mind was filled with wanton thoughts of sliding his dick up and down between her breasts, as his precum leaked out and slickened down the skin. Providing a smooth, effortless surface. “Uhh... see something good, Harry?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt.

She whimpered, gripping the fur like her life depended on it. Manny smacked her ass, hissing. “You'll take his cock like a good slut, remember?” She nodded, recalling her words from earlier. But Harry was fucking her way too intense. Her eyes snapped close as he pounded into her, the sound of his thighs hitting her ass resounded through the room. He wasn't gentle on her, his dick constantly hit against her the sweet sensitive spot in her pussy, driving her insane and wet for him. Penny had no idea this was just the beginning. The Hargrove brothers were insatiable and had a lot of dirty fantasies that she would have to fulfil.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

seeing how Rowan easily melted under my touch, how his hands racked around my head steadying me for support. “That's it.. Am going to cum in this sweet mouth of yours.” he grunted, moving his hips forward... slamming harder into my mouth. Tears prickled the corner of my eyes, saliva slipping down from my lips—he looked at me, eyes burning with undeniable hunger. Still fucking my mouth. I wanted him now. Buried fucking deep in me. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter. “Am not letting go of your fucking mouth without filling it with my cum” Rowan whispered.“So gag on my cum like a good bitch.”

I slowly spread my legs wider for him, my neck lying in a strain to the left, the vein popping. “Keep going, Harry” his breathing had changed, as he stepped in and shut the door, his eyes not leaving me as he reached behind him and locked the door. “Tell me what made you so hard” he rasped breathily, tucking his hand into the shorts, a tent slowly pitching itself in his crotch area. My back arched and I sprawled my legs. “I want to feel my ass stuffed so full, it feels impossible” “Mmm” his nose flared.

Hiram pulls down his pants, hurriedly lifting the hem of her dress, attempting to press himself into her. The moment his dick comes in contact with her entrance, she whimpers from the pain, wrapping her hand around him. As for him, he feels a sweet sensation envelop his body—something he has never felt before, and in that moment, a sweet smell engulfs the entire room. The word mates echoes in his ears, causing his wolf to take over.

Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and he found himself wanting to replace those dainty fingers with his much bigger ones and run them through that glorious dark mane. It was an amazing feeling. He'd realized that last night. She pushed the sheets off completely and swung her legs over the side of the bed as she shifted closer to the bed side table. Instantly, Bran's eyes fell on her bare legs and he almost groaned. He'd had those legs on top of his when he'd kissed her. "Your friend hates me." It took great effort for Bran to wrench his eyes away from her legs and look up at her, then even greater effort for the words to penetrate the thick fog of lust that had clouded his brain.