Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Four

With a bunch of discussing of the new agreement Harry takes me up to his apartment, of course it's on the very top floor of upper manhatten. The only reason I agreed to such a thing is because I'm desperate for money, and he's just dripping with it. I know this is super low of me but what else am I supposed to do? The elevator opens up straight to his place and the sky line of New York welcomes me. I take a deep breath in as Harry walks in smiling, "Please, make yourself comfortable."

I don't want to touch anything, if I do I may break something and I don't want to deal with that argument. So instead I just stand there staring at him. He truly is something else. I mean, for a young man he's incredibly rich and powerful. On top of that, he's amazing looking. Everything about him is so mesmerizing. His jawline, his eyes, his hair, his figure, the tattoos. All of it mixed together is almost unbearable.

Harry takes off his jacket and pulls up the sleeves to his white dress shirt, exposing his flashy watch and the bunch of appealing tattoos. He then runs his fingers through his hair and walks up to me.

"You're just going to stand there?" Harry smirks. I'm still standing by the front door. It's not my fault I'm not used to this lifestyle. I grew up in the smallest little house that was practically falling apart. My mom worked her ass off to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. And now, here I am, almost in shock to be in such a place.

"Yep," I swallow whatever is stuck in my throat.

Harry gets even closer to me, now only standing an inch away from me. He slips his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My breath hitches and I gaze up into his beautiful green eyes. I guess he's getting into it already. It's best to avoid the awkward, not necessary conversation as it is.

I close my eyes as he kisses me ever so softly. His minty breath sits on my tongue, and his soft lips press into mine perfectly. I jump up and he lifts me ever so effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist and he grips me tightly. Harry then walks down the hall way, hitting a photo on his wall as his lips never leaving mine.

From behind me I can feel a door being pushed open and he quickly throws me onto his large bed. I don't even know this man, I can't believe I'm already doing this.

Harry the rips off his shirt and I retaliate with pulling off mine. I'm wearing a black lace bra which Harry seems to quite enjoy. He brings his large hands to my boobs and begins to massage them.

He then pulls my jeans down, along with my panties, and grazes his hand along my inner thigh. I hold back myself from whining at the automatic pleasure by biting my tongue softly.

Harry then slips to fingers inside of me, "Harry." I tilt my head back, closing my eyes.

He wraps his other hand around my throat and whispers, "Call me daddy."

I open my eyes immediately and he's staring at me, slowly pumping his fingers.

I hope I don't regret this.