A/N I've never written role play before so BARE WITH ME
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"How was your trip?" I asked, cuddling into Harry's chest as he browsed through Netflix.
"Pretty boring." He said chuckling, "I think we closed the-" his voice faltered as I began lightly nipping at his neck and sucking on his collar bone. He cleared his throat, "I think we closed the deal with Malik's -" his fist clenched around the remote, as my hand traveled up his chest and began undoing the buttons of his white shirt.
"What were you saying?" I whispered, ceasing my actions.
"Are you sure you wanna play this game with me, Princess?"
I nodded into his neck, sliding myself back into his lap and straddling his waist.
"I missed you." I leaned in and kissed him slowly, my hypersensitive nerves going insane when Harry's hands traveled slowly up my thighs and slid under the edge of my underwear.
"I missed you too, love." Harry whispered, his breath hitting my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
"You wanna know what I missed the most?" He bit my earlobe, lightly.
The tables had turned, I shakily nodded "yes."
"I missed this." His grip suddenly tightened on my ass and he jerked my body against his chest.
His fingertips trailed lightly under my t-shirt and skimmed along my ribs until he got to my breasts and he slid his hands under my bra and gripped harshly. "I missed these."
I gasped, the slight pain sending tingles between my legs.
"I missed -" he trailed his hand down to my panty line And gripped my hair with the other hand, forcing head back.
"I missed this." He whispered, slipping his hand under the thin fabric.
My hips rocked into his hand for friction, before his fingers even touched my clit.
"I missed the sound of your soar throat as you scream beneath me." He moaned into my neck , making me whine desperately.
"I missed those cute little outfits you always wear for me ...I missed you begging for me to let you cum and the little tears that always appear when I finally do."
Gasping from just the small contact, I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled lightly.
His fingers inched closer to where I needed him but Dakota's voice invaded my clouded thoughts.
"Willow!! Open the door!! Bitch!! "
I started to climb off of Harry to retrieve my pajama pants but he gripped my hips tightly. "I have to run by my office and that should give you time to get dinner with your sister...but at 7:30 sharp I'll be home and I want the apartment spotless."
I grinned, his apartment was always spotless thanks to his actual housekeeper but that meant I was suppose to be "cleaning" in my skimpy maid outfit when he got home.
"Yes sir."
"Hey hey, you're not in trouble right now...so why are you calling my sir?"
I rubbed my hand against his slight bulge, "my apologies daddy." I kissed his lips softly, before I stumbled over to grab my discarded pants and run to answer the door for my sister.
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7:27
My high heels clicked against the ground as I walked across the tile floor in his living room, and began dusting his beautiful piano.
This week had felt like an eternity without him and all of my nerves were going insane waiting for him.
I almost fell over in my heels, when I heard the door open. But I quickly cleared my head and continued dusting, bending over the piano slightly to reach the far edge.
"You missed a spot," I jumped again when his voice came from behind me.
"My apologies Mr.Styles." I purred, not turning around. "I didn't see it."
"Nothing to worry over, I'll show you." I gasped when I felt him, already hard, against me from behind. He took the duster and pushed me against the piano reaching a nonexistent spot before he stepped back and I felt the feathers of the cleaning utensil, against my stocking covered leg.
As the duster traveled higher up my leg and touched my bare skin, I gasped and bit my lip.
"Is something wrong, Ms. Tyson?" He asked, a slight smirk evident in his tone.
I shook my head, taking deep breaths "no sir." I said, innocently.
"You sure?" He asked, the duster tickling my skin as it traveled under my skirt and hiked the fabric higher and higher until the skirt was flipped up over my back.
"Yes sir." My voice came out shaky, causing him to chuckle.
"You don't sound very sure, young lady." He whispered, bringing his body closer to mine.
I let out a quivering breath that quickly turned into a gasp as he slid his hand down my stomach and into my skirt.
"Babygirl." He moaned into my ear as he slid his fingers into my black lacy panties.
"I've gotta start taking trips more often...I haven't even touched you and you're already dripping for your Daddy."
I gripped the piano in front of me for dear life, as he pushed his middle finger into me, shoving it in until I was on my tiptoes and it could go no further.
My body reacted to his like it had never done before, something felt so right about it ...no matter how wrong anything we did was.
Moaning I bent further over the piano, matching the movement of my hips to his sinful fingers until I was moaning nothing but his name.
"Harry, please!" I begged, tears brimming my eyes and trickling down my face.
He removed his fingers, but before I could protest, he was sliding my panties down my legs and hiking my skirt back up.
My mind buzzed with excitement, as I heard his pants unzip and hit the floor.
"Did you miss me baby?" He whispered, into my ear.
"Ye-" my answer was cut off by my high pitched moan/scream as he shoved himself into me until his hips hit mine.
"Daddy!" I moaned, scratching the piano as he hit my g-spot over ....and over.
My toes curled in the dangerously high heels I was wearing and his hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me in place.
"Please Daddy!" I begged again, my legs fighting to stay spread for him as I tried not to cum all over him.
"Cum for me princes!" He smacked my still soar ass, as I fell into my orgasm and slumped into the piano in front of me, still quietly chanting his name, as he came inside of me.
