New York VII
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“Anthony,” Harry waved him over. “Can you do the iconic Madison Square Garden picture for me?”
“Of course, H!” Anthony grabbed his camera, “It is my job to take your picture,” he joked.
Tonight was Harry’s seventh show at The Garden and he had yet to his iconic pose inside the arena.
He had just gotten to the stage for sound check but the live audio engineers were having technical difficulties making Harry wait to do it.
Y/n was a little behind Harry since she and Glenne were talking and catching up while their husbands chatted it up and headed to the stage.
Y/n and Glenne made their way to the stage and joined their husbands, the three of them watching as Anthony shot Harry do the iconic pose.
“Was waiting to see when you would do your pose,” Jeff chuckled watching as Harry lifted his arms from his side and tilted his head up looking at the big screen.
Y/n watched and admired her husband as he got his photo taken. His muscle prominent when his arms were raised.
Harry was a fit man, always has been. Yet he has made significant gains in the last year with his muscle gain and you could tell. Everything was more prominent.
Anthony snapped over a dozen photos, “You want to see these?”
Harry turned around and nodded, “Sure.”
Y/n peeled her eyes away before he would notice and looked at the photos Anthony had taken of Harry.
All the pictures looked the same but with some editing from Anthony, it would make the picture look way better than the original.
“Thanks, man. These look amazing,” Harry spoke to Anthony giving him a bro hug.
“We’re going to go back to the dressing room before I have to start getting ready for the show.”
Anthony, Jeff, and Glenne all nodded and said their goodbyes.
Harry wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders and couldn’t walk the two of them out of there quicker.
As they walked the halls getting back to his dressing room, Y/n was confused why he was in such a rush.
“What’s the rush for, H?” Y/n turned her head to look at him but he was too busy leading the way for the both of them.
He quickly opened his dressing room door and pushed Y/n inside, locking the door behind him.
He was quick to pin her up against the wall.
“I saw you staring at me when I was getting my picture taken. Couldn’t help myself having m’beautiful wife staring at me.”
That’s when Y/n realized Harry had a bulge in the crotch of his shorts.
“Really couldn’t keep it in your pants any longer?” She teased him, snaking her arms around his neck and playing with his unruly curls.
Harry was quick to hike her thighs around his waist using the wall to keep her up, “Every time I look at you it gets me going.”
His mouth roamed her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses behind, nipping at the delicate skin.
“So fucking hot,” he mumbled, his lips moving down to her exposed collar bone leaving behind harsh red marks that would soon turn purple.
Y/n’s hands were still twirling his hair between her fingers and her head was thrown back in pleasure.
“Harry,” she moaned. The knot in her stomach started to grow and between her legs was soaked.
He was quick to move them to the couch, taking off their clothes and chucking them to the floor making sure he put a condom on to be on the safe side.
His hips straddled hers as he leaned over her biting and sucking her nipple as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one making her moan with pleasure.
“You’re such a needy slut,” he mumbled, moving his lips down her stomach and then to her thighs leaving his sloppy kisses.
With his head between her thighs leaving harsh bites to her inner thighs, he teased her by swiping his tongue across her wet folds.
“So wet f’me,” he uttered. His fingers swiped along her folds gathering her juices.
Y/n watched with lustful eyes as he licked his fingers clean of her juices, “So delicious.”
Her back arched aching for his touch, “Harry, please. I need you in me,” she stuttered. The sensation and need becoming too much for her.
His fingers pinched her inner thighs which were bruising by the minute from Harry’s teeth, “M’needy slut.”
“Need daddy t’help get you off?” He left a harsh slap to her ass cheek, “Y’such a needy slut, your panties were soaked before I even started on ya’.”
The harsh degrading always turned each other on, their sex life was definitely something they shared and loved.
“Daddy, please,” she begged. Her pussy aching, needing to be relieved.
Without warning, Harry plunged deep into her. Her back arched and her toes curled, low moans coming from her soft, plump lips.
Harry’s hips thrust into hers and rocked back and forth as he plunged in and out of her. The only sounds coming from them were moans of pleasure and their heavy breaths.
As Y/n got close to coming off, “The only pussy made f’me.” His thrust becoming sloppier, “This is f’me only, right bunny?”
Her head back letting out a low moan she nodded, “Only for you, daddy.”
She needed a little push to get off her high so Harry took his thumb and rubbed it in a circular motion on her clit.
“C’mon darling, you’re almost there,” Harry muttered. He was right there but he would never get off first, making sure he took care of his girl first.
Y/n came off from her high and Harry followed shortly after. He always made sure to clean her up afterward since she was always in a fuzzy state of mind.
“Let’s get cleaned up and have some cuddles.” He would always take care of his girl no matter what.
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