Harry Styles X Reader Novels & Stories

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..”

He stood by the side, looking up at her. “Strip." He ordered and Gemila furrowed her brows. “Huh?" “I said strip. This isn't something special, just sex." Harry said coldly. He didn't want her to get the wrong impression that he's interested in her. Like he said, he's been fighting the urge to rip her clothes off not date her or anything romantic.

Harry already had his bead bent downwards so he could face the book but his taut arm was holding my body closely to the side of his warm body, making me feel both the shiver and the heat from his pleasant touch. I raised my head a little, my eyes smartly flicking upwards to steal a glance at Harry's unfriendly but handsome face. His blue eyes were not smiling, it almost looked like he had an issue with the book he was reading. Through his glasses, I could see how his eyes hardened on the book. I had planned to give a brief look, but I can't gaze away now. Harry has this perfect imperfection thing in him that makes him so damn attractive. No wonder girls still stare, love and follow him despi

~ SIENNA ~ Harry squinted at the paper. “That you’re fucking another man?” “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I scoffed. “Look harder, Harry. I mean, you’re an engineer. Where is your attention to detail skill?” He looked at me like I was speaking Old Norse, that boyish demeanor I had loved about him on full display. He really did look good. Refreshed even. Like he didn’t just lose a five-year marriage. Apparently, I was the only one crying myself to sleep. Thank God I wore my sunglasses.

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

In addition to her belly getting bigger and her breasts bigger than before, her buttocks have always been very curled, no matter what clothes she wears very nice. Stacy grabbed the underwear in his hand, so that he didn't want to stop, and took two different sets from another shelf, not her usual style, but also of the sexy type. She lived with Angela. I know what styles of Angela's underwear are. Harry looked at the underwear in her hand, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly. Before he could speak, Stacy glared at him, "This is for Angela." Harry, "..." He immediately turned his head and didn't look at it.

I smile sadly and add one last comment. “And I’ll ask you one last time. What are you going to ask me tonight?” I unlock my door and I’m about to swing it open when footsteps behind me have me whirling around. Harry is standing at the bottom of my steps. He looks exhausted and miserable. He is wearing a hoodie and has it pulled up over his head, like he’s trying to hide himself away. He has his arms wrapped around himself in what I imagine is meant to be a self comforting motion. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. His arms drop to his sides and he stares at his feet."

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

Harry’s lips go down my collarbone and he meets my breasts. His hands rip my bra leaving my breasts exposed to his touch. I can hear him breathing against my skin while he opens his belt and frees his cock. He opens my jeans and I no nothing to help him. He struggles pulling my skinny jeans down my fat ass. It must be the first time I am happy about my thick thighs and ass. He pulls it down and my underwear to the side. I keep my legs closed as much as I can while his hand starts touching me. “You are getting wet for me, I knew you wanted me” - Harry whispers in my ear and I turn my face to the other side.