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Dirty smut (vol. 1): grand collection of 30 erotica stories

Originally posted by inkedcross. Quick message before you start: I hope all of you guys and your closest ones are taking care in these tough times. Sorry for making you wait with this one, I just got back into writing again. Thank you guys for positive feedback!

I would love it if you could leave me some messages how you feel about my writing and these stories. It really motivates a writer! PA RT 1. Meet me in front of your house at 3 AM. I read as I was about to get out of the car. Harry wanted to see me, now.

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I had just enough time to shower and prepare to sneak out, hoping my parents would go to sleep by then. As I hopped in the shower, I only then started to clearly replay what happened in the last two hours. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me - he could ruin me. Getting a text from him right away awoke my curiosity and I wanted to see what more is there to him.

The thought of him wanting me like that brought excitement back, a wish to explore the inexplicable passion and hunger we have for each other. On the other hand, I really needed a decent sex - and who would be better for it than Harry?

Matching black and lacy set was my final decision for underwear, I fixed my hair and waited impatiently for 3 AM. I hated sneaking out, nonetheless I put my leather jacket on and made my way to the front door. With not that much until 3 AM, I walked out of my house, making minimal amount of noise and walked to the sidewalk. Harry was nowhere in sight and I decided to text him while waiting.

I slipped my phone back in my jacket, freezing due to cold air and breeze. Then, various questions started popping up in my head. Where are we even going to go? Is he going to drive here?

Is this safe? I shrugged all these questions off thinking how I let this man make me cum in the coatroom almost 3 hours ago, and, on the other hand, my dad knew him very well. I walked to the car, opened the door and jumped in. The sight of Harry shifted my mood and I was happier to see the beautiful smile form on his face. Nice to see you again. He got closer and kissed my jawline and let his lips linger there for a while, making my face heat up. He moved his lips across my cheek to my lips where he left a soft kiss.

I was very confused as to why this awoke string of electricity right to my core. He could be rough or gentle with me, and I would find it equally arousing.

This only made me more impatient to have him and to get to wherever he was planning to take me. Harry mentioned it was a 15 minute drive and we spent most of it chit-chatting, but neither of us were too engaged in the conversation. I could tell exactly what he was thinking about, and vice versa. He only proved that I was right, by placing his hand on my bare thigh and gently caressed it - cold breeze of those damn rings he was wearing left sensations that made my breathing erratic. He smirked looking straight ahead to the road, as he felt goosebumps rise on my leg.

He moved his hand lightly to the rhythm of whatever was playing on the radio, knowing it drove me crazy. Harry inched his fingertips to the hem of the short skirt I was wearing and played with it. He put his hand between my thighs spreading them to have access to the place where I longed him the most. He grazed his fingers against my inner thighs, his eyes still glued to the road.

Making his way to Dirty smut stories clothed core, Harry teased me, making sure I felt every single fingerprint on my sensitive skin.

He obliged, surprisingly, considering he loved to tease. He rubbed soft circles over the cotton part of my panties and I let out a gentle whimper. Rough p of his fingers and panties rubbing against my clit felt amazing, and Harry felt I was already getting wet. I held back a whine and urge to squeeze my thighs together in order to feel even a bit pleasure. I lifted my hips up a bit, and started swaying my hips up and down, then in circles. He unexpectedly moved my panties to the side, allowing himself to feel my wetness and trap his fingers between my folds as I continued to move against him.

Once again, he stopped his actions, now moving his hand completely. He put his fingers in my mouth letting me taste myself and stopped a disapproving groan to leave my mouth. I got out of the car and straightened my skirt, following Harry to his front door. We entered the house and I was immediately amazed how his place looked. It was a real adult place, but with distinctive details, ifying it was Harry.

Actually, it looked exactly like him - clean, neat and pleasing to the eyes. He had a whole white-gray aesthetic going on, perfectly mixed with shiny marble tiles.

After sitting comfortably on the gray couch, there Harry was, with two water bottles. He sat next to me and got a small remote and with one swift click, the fireplace turned on. Am I in a fanfiction? He reciprocated and shook his head.

In no time, we were engaged in a heated make out session. Although things between Harry and I moved fast, neither of us seemed to mind. Harry suggested we go to his bedroom and I happily obliged. His room was matching the rest of the house, only here, the main wall was replaced by a huge window, overlooking the city.

It really was an experience, the street lights hitting the window and then the bed, centered against the other wall.

Dim lights gave off a special vibe and room quickly filled up with lust and desire. Before we made our way to the bed, Harry went to the bathroom connected to his room and I took my time to take off my clothes and wait for him in only underwear. Should I lay on the bed? Should I stand next to it?

Still, Harry caught me off guard as he entered the room again and I was left standing there with a smirk on my face. His jaw dropped as he was scanning my body with his eyes, filling me up with confidence even more. Harry nodded as he got closer to me, grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him.

He glided his hands gently across the skin of my waist, lower back and then butt, squeezing it roughly. Right when he was about to kiss my neck, I pushed him on the bed and he propped himself up with his elbows, gazing at me. I straddled his lap and we started making out again. His lips were soft and gentle Dirty smut stories still hungrily attacked mine. He slipped his tongue in my mouth after teasing my bottom lip and his hands were busy touching every part of my body. He lifted me easily and threw me on the bed, immediately getting on top of me.

Somewhere in the process, I made Harry take his shirt and pants off, leaving him in boxers, so I could feel every inch of his skin on mine. His skin was soft and he smelled great, and our bodies fit perfectly together on the bed as we were grinding against each other.

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His hands were wrapped around my body and he lifted my back a little so he could undo my bra. He pulled it off me and threw it beside the bed. He kissed down my collar bones and then between my breasts which made me buck my hips up and rub against his already hard member.

He trapped one of my nipples between his mouth and sucked on it, making me arch my back into the bed. He grazed over them with his rings earning a soft moan from me. He continued kissing down my stomach gently, looking up at me. He got to the hem of my panties and pulled them down with his teeth, not breaking the gaze between us. He spread my legs easily and started kissing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Having him this close only made me more eager for him, if possible. He looped his hands around my legs and arched them in my knees.

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Harry finally licked a strip on my clit, spreading my folds with his fingers on both sides so he can get more access. He started licking, sucking and humming over my pussy relentlessly, attacking every pleasure nerve while a loop of moans escaped my mouth. That made me scream out his name as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. The room was soon filled with sloppy moans and slapping sounds from how rough Harry was with me - and how I repeatedly slammed my hips down on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and looped them under my thighs again, slamming my hips against the bed.

Both would work for me. I took the chance to turn him over and get on top of him.