Dirty Imagines

"I swear I wasn't flirting with him, you know I wouldn't do that. He came onto me" I say to Harry as he slams a cabinet door. He walks away running his fingers through his hair, pacing the length of the room. Jealousy and rage took over and now he is just trying to process it all and calm down. He stops and looks at me. In two steps or less he's in front of me. He puts his arms around me and pulls me into him kissing me.
He lifts me up and places me on the bar top, signaling me to lie back. I do. His hand pushes my skirt up and reaches in to grab my panties and pull them down and off. His thumb finding my clit, he gently massages it. I moan, I hear his jeans unzip and him push his pants down. His hands find mine and he pulls me into a sitting position and helps me down. He leads me to a coffee table, with one swipe of his arm everything that was once on it is in the floor. He motions for me to lay on it.
My butt is all the way to the end of it and its a perfect height for him to enter me, and he does, forcefully.
I moan loudly as he drives his cock into me. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me. His hands on my hips pulling me into him with every push.
I'm moaning loudly, him hissing through his teeth as he slows his thrusts down some to find my g spot. He finds it and taps it several times causing me to scream.
He picks the pace back up only to send me over the edge and I come saying his name. He groans as he comes soon after me.
We catch our breath and he helps me off the table.
"Ya know, I think you like to argue, just for the make up sex" I say as I run my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him as I walk by.
He reaches around and finds something that was on the table and places it back on it. The table collapses. He looks up at me, "Oops".

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