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ZAYN is on wattpad and I want that follow more than anything. but if he ever saw the way I portrayed him in this book I'll cri 😂😂😫😫
                          
let's just imagine that dude is Harry yeah.
                          
[WARNING: HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT😏💦]
                          
Happy Reading xx
                          
t.m.
                          
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S C A R L E T T 💣
                          
  I woke up to the feeling of Harry's semi-hard length pressing against my ass. A knowing smile tugged at my lips as I felt his soft velvety lips kiss the skin of my neck harshly, almost needy as he slowly began to grind against me from the back. The arm I was lying on curled upwards, his fingers squeezing my breast while the other one trailed over my hip to cup my sex firmly through my shorts.
                          
   "Harry," I murmured lowly, biting my lip as he pulled his hand back to grip my hip, holding it in place as he continued to rub against me. 
                          
   "Scar, baby I need you," he rasped, his fingertips dipping under my t-shirt to touch my warm skin. 
                          
   "How bad?" I muttered back with a smirk, flicking my gaze over my shoulder only to notice him staring at me with dark eyes. "Hmm?"
                          
   "You owe me two blowjobs," he said instead, his words making me chuckle immediately. 
                          
  I turned around in his grip, pushing him onto his back before lowering my head to kiss him deeply. His hands were in my hair, fingers twisting the strands as he fisted my hair, the sexual frustration in him leaking through the kiss. His hips bucked upwards, his growing bulge brushing my hot clothed core as we kissed messily. I smirked into the kiss, finding it amusing that he was so restless, after the wild night we had two days ago. I guess he was trying to make up for the 7 months of no sex. 
                          
  Pushing my hips downwards, I grinded against his hardened length, earning a groan from him as his tongue collided with mine. I moved further down his body, pressing my lips against his prominent jaw before trailing up it and leaving kisses in its path. Just as I ran my tongue up the pulsing vein in the side of his neck, Harry squeezed my ass gently, a soft grunt escaping his lips. I smiled against the skin of his neck, biting the skin there gently before my lips moved onto his chest.
                          
  There I kissed almost every tattoo that was imprinted on his bronzed skin, wet open-mouthed kisses lingered on his hot skin from my lips as I moved lower and lower. When I came to his lower stomach, I stuck my tongue out and dragged it up against the skin of his stomach, licking up from the band of his boxers to his belly button. My gaze was locked with his while I did this, watching how his eyes squeezed shut immediately at my actions. 
                          
  My thumbs traced his v-line, nose brushing against the soft bristles that lined up on his stomach to the packaged in his boxers, while my eyes stayed connected with his. I peeled the boxers down a little, revealing the tip of his c.ock. My gaze drifted below to examine it, the head pink and throbbing with pre-cum oozing out of it. I felt his fingers tuck a few strands of my hair away as I lowered my head, swiping the tip of my tongue over his slit to lick the pre-cum off. 
                          
  His hips twitched at the action, a smirk drawling onto my lips as I began to slowly tease the tip, keeping his boxers covering his whole length as I did so. His hips began to squirm, fingers tightening his grip on my hair as I swiveled my tongue around the pink head, tonguing the thin slit continuously, wondering if I could get him to cum just by teasing his tip. Perhaps I could. But Harry didn't want that.