daddy issues

8; bye dad

"So you need to leave tonight?" I asked my father as he was waiting for the car.

"That's why I'm leaving now, Bethany."

"Dad, please don't be like this," I begged.

"Leave," he ordered.

I went to hug him but turned away. What an ass. I hadn't done anything wrong, except from make out with his boss but that's besides the point.

"Goodbye, Mr Styles. Bethany," he huffed when he said my name, then left for Japan for a month.

"So, it's just us," Harry said, scanning me with his eyes, stopping to look at my breasts.

"Indeed," I said, trying to avoid eye contact.

He shut the door to the room we were in and walked over to me. My breath hitched, I was scared. When we were face to face he gently grasped my face and looked me dead in the eye.

"Whatever shall we do," he smirked, scanning my petite body, again.

"If you keep staring at them, I may have to let you touch them."

"May I?"

"Sure, go ahead," I batted my eyes.

"No no no no no no, I don't want to touch your shirt, I want to touch you."

"Ooh," I said, slightly shocked, just now realising what was happening.

"So, may I?"

"Uh, sure," I said, less flirty.

"Take it off then," he ordered.

I slowly removed my shirt, that was already half discarded from my body, flinching at the cold. I tossed it on the floor and saw Harry's lip curve up in a smirk. I removed my tank revealing my pink bra.

"That too," his words were soft, yet stern.

I felt so vulnerable, yet so ready to pounce. I wanted him. He moved over to me, not giving me a chance to take off my bra, and slammed his delicious lips into mine.
It was passionate yet hungry, my hands combed through his hair. His hands moved up and down my back and finally down to my butt. I wanted him, and this was so wrong. He picked me up by my ass and I straddled him, my hands falling to around his neck. He pressed me up against the wall and deepened the kiss. Harry bit my lip asking for entrance and I allowed. Our tongues dancing as if they were at a rave.
Ugh I wanted him so bad. I moaned really loudly and my cheeks flushed pink. I felt his dïck harden and smirked myself.

"See what you've done to me," he smirked devilishly.

"You deserve it, you should see what you done to me," I teased.

"Oh, I plan to."

I giggled and he moved us onto the sofa, ripping off the shorts I was wearing.

"Are you ready?" He seductively whispered.

I nodded, he ripped off my black lace panties. He took his right index finger and danced it around my entrance, smirking at the fact I was already wet. He slid his finger in and had no trouble putting the second or even the third in. After me giving into the pleasure I released,

"Mmm, you taste fucking amazing," he moaned, licking his fingers.

"T-thanks?"

He stood up, straightened his tie and suit jacket, and left. I processed what just happened, I just got fingered by my dads boss, and I didn't regret it one bit..

;-;

Prepare yo ass for a long authors note.

"Why didn't you update last week?"

I have loads going on and was really uninspired to write.

I honestly feel so bad for not updating, but it's hard to balance everything out.

This chapter is really short but idc, I like short wans.

I really appreciate all the follows, votes, reads and comments. Thank y'all so much.

Ok so this wasn't a long authors note but it's longer than usual idk.

-unihorancorn