Laying in bed, I rested my eyes but for a moment and in the darkness the thought of Harry consumed me. I dreamt of him, his tongue dancing in my mouth, his hands pulling at my hair, his hot breath on my neck and I woke, hungry for him.

My hands traced my body, a mere lingering of the dream still with me, my fingers found themselves wet with lust,toying with the idea of his hands on my wet folds. I played with my sex and moaned his name. A tension building under my fingers.

One hand clasping the delicate buds of my breasts. Losing myself in that dream. The way Harry's eyes sought out my own and the way he kissed me. My breath quickened and my fingers found that spot inside. I'm at the edge.

Curling digits invading my sex. Sweet nectar flows onto my hands, and nails dig onto my flesh. I lose myself in the darknes, consumed in my act. My need for him washes over me, leaves me short of breath, drowns me.

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"Please," She mumbled.

"Use your words princess," I teased. I knew what she wanted, my lust is her drug.

"What's my name?" I growled into her ear.

"Harry," She whimpered and cried hoping she was right.

"What..is...my name?" I asked again, more firmly with her hair in my hand.

"Daddy..."

Notes

Sorry it's so short! I'm in Melbourne (VIC) to visit my dad and it's a bit hectic! I also might not have time for this story in a few short weeks as I am leaving school to go study! So yeah!

Also, sorry if its late but happy fourth guys (even though i'm not american) You guys went through a lot to get where you are now!

Much love,

Olivia.