My Smut Book

"My god, Willow," he mumbled, probably not wanting me to hear. He pulled me into his classroom. Once we were both in, his hands were on my hips, grinding them against his, and his lips found mine, hungrily and passionately. He pulled away for a second, and took off my shirt. But he still stayed away. "I told you I don't like to share, Willow." "What makes you think you have the right to control me?" I teased. His lips found mine once more. "This," he replied after a second. His hand slid under my skirt and rubbed my clit through the material of my underwear. He rubbed the small nub hard and fast, making pleasure take over all my senses. I opened my mouth and let out a high pitched scream. His mouth found my neck, and sucked and nibbled on different parts of it. His name fell out of my mouth, involuntarily. I pulled his hand out of my underwear, and fell to my knees. I undid his button and fly, and let his pants fall to the floor. I rubbed him through his boxers. "Ug! Willow, stop teasing." I rubbed him harder. "Please!" Harry begged through clenched teeth. I stood up, and locked the door, so that we wouldn't be interrupted. I, then, returned to my position, and slid his boxers down his legs. His erection hit his stomach. I marveled at his size. "Babe. Please, hurry," he begged. I pumped him with my hand, causing him to breath shallowly. Loving his reaction, I swirled my tongue around his tip. His hands reached down, and knotted into my hair. I pushed him into my mouth all the way. He groaned and threw his head back in pleasure. I sucked him off rapidly, quickly bringing him to the edge of his orgasm. As soon as my name left his mouth, I knew he was close. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed. The sudden suction made him come into my mouth. The warm, salty liquid made it's way down my throat. I cleaned him off before pulling away and kissing him. He kissed back, tiredly. "Hey!" I said. He looked at me confused. "We're not done yet," I said, a smirk creeping up to my face. "I certainly hope not," he replied, cheekily. I smiled at him, and pushed him back against his desk. "I bet you always wanted to do it on your desk," I whispered in his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe, making him moan softly. "Every since I got to touch you." I smiled and pushed him against his desk. I laid him down, and hovered over him, my waist inches above his. He got comfortable, and tried to clear his desk, but I stopped him. "No, Harry. It'll take a while to clean up, and I don't have that long," I explained. He put his hands on my waist. "Then hurry. I can't wait anymore," he growled. I smirked. "You got it, Mr. Styles," I said, and then winked. I took his erection and rubbed it against my clit, through my panties. I needed to get wet, because there was no way he would fit in me. "Hurry up!" Harry growled. I moved the fabric of my underwear over, and slid him in. It hurt really bad, but a hint of pleasure hid behind the pain. "My god. You. Are. So. Tight," he told me, struggling with his words, as I bounced on him. All the pain had gone away and pleasure was taking over, hitting me hard. I could tell Harry felt the same way, as my name was the only thing that left his mouth, except for the occasional "Shit! You feel SO good!" When I lowered my hips, and grinded against him, he had to grab my hips and pressed his fingertips into my pelvis, causing a pleasure-filled pain. "Babe. I'm very, very close," he moaned. I leaned down, and sucked on his neck. Then I moaned something I knew would drive him crazy. "Harry-y-y," I moaned against his neck, making sure I held the "Y" in the most seductive way. "Damn it," he groaned. I squeezed myself against him, making sure he came before me. His lips parted, and he reached down and rubbed the small, sensitive nub above our joined parts. And I lost it. I came and had the most intense orgasm. "Harry!" I screamed. I felt him stiffen and spill his load into me. "Willow! My GOD!" he screamed. We couldn't hold onto anything, but each other. His hands were on my bum, squeezing harshly. My nails were scratching all over him, leaving marks, and almost breaking skin. As we calmed down, we were gasping and panting. If we hadn't controlled our breathing in time, we wouldn't have heard the yelling coming outside. "WILLOW!"

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