Father

7

Harry held the door open for me and Lily, as I stepped through onto the reddish carpet I looked up at the roof of the hall that seemed to go on forever. The large fancy restaurant was at least 3 stores high inside.

Harry and Lily seemed completely unphased by the beautiful room as they sat at the small round table beside the window.

After ordering our food Lily excused herself to go to the toilet, and as soon as she left the table I felt Harry's eyes on me.

"You look beautiful tonight, I haven't yet told you how pleased I am you've joined me and Lily" he said curtly.

"Not too shabby yourself Styles" I replied whilst pulling the fake cherry off my milkshake and placing it between my lips.

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the object between my lips intently.

"How can you eat those, they taste so fake I prefer my cherries real" he scoffed with more teasing in his than arrogance.

"They're sweet, I like sweet" I replied, popping the stem off the cherry.

Harry picked up the stem I had put on my plate and put it in his mouth.

Seconds later he picked the red stem from his tongue to show me the cherry knot he had made.

"Impressive tongue" I scoffed.

"I can show you what else it does darling" he almost whispered, his tone dropping a few octaves.

My lips parted and my eyes blinked slowly as my mind clouded with the thoughts.

"Hope he didn't interview you" Lily slapped my back as she sat back down abruptly, annoying me slightly.

Harry stayed staring at my reaction as I looked at Lily and laughed awkwardly.

"He definitely did" I said sarcastically.

After dinner we had all returned back to the room we were staying in.

Lily and I were laying on the bunk beds when she swung her blonde head from the top bunk to look at me. "I'm going back to the teen club, are you coming?"

"No the sea sickness is kinda getting me I might just read a bit" I mumbled while rubbing my belly.

"Alright I'll be back later" she said while jumping from the top bunk and walking out the room.

I left my bunk and walked over towards Harry's bed.

He was sprawled on the bed with a book in one hand and holding up his head with the other.

"I thought you left" he said in a flat tone, his eyes not diverting from his book.

"Lily did, I'm sick" I air quoted.

That got his attention

He put the book down and sat himself up a little, turning his head to look at me.

"It's just us" I said as bravely as I could.

Harry's point of view

She was trying to be more confident, I could see that. But the fearful little girl in her was still obvious.

The way she stood with her messy hair and hands behind her back in her little silk nightdress made me want to go and rip it right off.

Something about Odessa just made me want to hold her and protect her like I would my own daughter, but then I also wanted to fuck the shit out of the girl in so so many ways.

Just the thought of it made me harden a little, but not noticeably enough.

"Come here" I said sternly, and the young girl walked until her knees were touching the mattress.

I know when provoked enough, Odessa can say and do things even she thought impossible, and that was the little nymphomaniac knocking in her head.

"What do you suppose we do" I deeply said to her, tracing my finger on her thigh ever so lightly.

She looked at it and blinked very slowly, a habit I began to see in her when I said or did thinks that poked the devil inside her.

I seemed to work as she hopped up on the bed and swung one leg over me, straddling my lap.

Right then and there I wanted to pick her up and not just deflower the girl, but rip the whole damn root out of the dirt.

She leaned closer to my face, her lips tracing the shell of my ear.

"You tell me, you're in charge daddy" she whispered.

Without warning or hesitation I pulled her body forcefully up my lap and grabbed her face with the other hand, pulling her lips to meet mine.

She began rocking her hips back and forth as she sloppily kissed me. She quietly moaned into my mouth as she felt my growing bulge press into her, the noise only making me harder.

I wasn't about to shoot in my fuckîng pajama pants, so I picked up the small girl and threw her down beside me before hovering over her body.

Her hair was sprawled around the pillow and the night gown had ridden up to her belly button, I looked down at the extremely thin white panties she was wearing then looked back up at her clouded eyes.

"I want to fuçk the shît out of you Odessa"

"Then do it daddy" she moaned faintly.

I forcefully shifted her body so that I was now between her thighs. I teasingly rubbed around her most sensitive skin, watching as she closed her eyes momentarily. I kissed her clothed core lightly and heard her small whimper.

The sound made me involuntary lick right on the spot and she squeaked in shock.

"Take them off" she groaned.

I did what she wanted, as I so wanted it too.

I pulled the thin fabric from her legs to look at the heaven in front of me.

Most women were afraid to have my face so close to their vaginas, but Odessa was tangling her fingers in my hair trying to pull it closer.

It drove me fuckíng wild.

My tongue made contact with her already dripping core, her breathing so loud it sounded like an asthma attack.

She pulled harder on my hair as my tongue went deeper into her, swirling around in different motions.

Her body was soon wriggling like crazy, making me wrap my arms around her torso to hold her down.

"Harry I'm" she tried to speak through a moan.

"What's my name" I groaned into her.

"Daddy, daddy please" she groaned, wriggling against my strong hold.

I dipped my tongue deeper one last time before she let out her loudest whimper and creamed all over herself as well as my tongue. I cleaned as much as I could with my tongue, her body flinching as I did so.

"So that's what your tongue can do" she breathed exhaustedly.