Backstabber

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“Harry,” I managed to say breathlessly between his kisses. “Hm?” He hummed in question against my lips. “This is wrong.” I whispered. I knew this was wrong, he did too. Neither of us wanted to stop though, it was human nature after all. How could I not want him after all this time.

“Why?” He asked, almost as if teasing me. Like he wanted me to admit what I had done. “Harry-“ “Say it.” He interrupted. It was hard to even manage words with his hands roaming my body the way they were. I could hardly focus on anything but him. “Pete.” I said. We both know that keeping this a secret would hurt him. Ruin the friendship that was shared between the boys…and the relationship I planned to end with him.

“Does he make you feel like this, baby?” Harry asked huskily, lips traveling down my jaw and neck. His hands roaming lower and lower. “Does he please you the way I do?” Now Harry knew that this was a rhetorical question, but he’s also an asshole. He wanted to hear me say it. He wanted me to tell him what he wants to hear.

“No.” I said, breathing heavily and his nimble fingers found home in my panties. He smiled menacingly, beginning to rub circles on my clit with his thumb. I was still sensitive from the last orgasm he had given me, and he knew it. I hissed at the feeling, but it wasn’t unwanted. “Whose girl are you huh? Whose dirty girl are ya?” He quickened his pace, making me restless. “Whose this for huh?” His voice got louder. “Yours, yours Harry. I’m yours.” I moaned out. He smiled, happy with my answer.

He let me cum one last time, licking his fingers clean afterwards. He sat up beside me, once again with that menacing smile plastered on his face. He liked doing this to me. He liked sneaking around behind Peter’s back. I think he liked the thought of doing him wrong. I knew that it is wrong, but god does it feel so damn good.

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