You're a good girl.
The way he stares at you just..makes you not want to be. His body makes you do weird things..think weird things.
You'd recently caught yourself thinking about his fingers..how long they were. How thick they were. Do long, thick fingers mean a long thick dick? Good girls don't do things like that..but he makes you.
He makes you wonder things you wish you didn't because if your mind had a 'view history' button, you'd surely be in some trouble with your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend.
What was his name again?
Whatever, it doesn't matter. You look up, right into his eyes and he smiles softly. Or maybe he was smirking, but you couldn't tell. You look down and blush, pretending to suddenly be excessively interested in your folder.
Was he still looking? You glance up at him.
Yes he was. He was smiling at you like he knew what you were thinking. like you amused him.
Enough of this.
You stand and go over to him.
"Harry, you need to stop this," you say frankly, "I have a boyfriend..and frankly..I..Well..you just need to stop."
"Stop what, babe?" he replies, standing and looking down at you, stepping a bit closer, "glancing your way? I'm sorry, but you're too beautiful to ignore."
"Stop trying to sweet talk me, Styles," you say back, lifting your pointing finger and poking him in the chest, "I'm not interested."
"Seems like you are," he says, his voice calm and collected, making you feel stupid for raising yours.
"Well I'm not. I'm trying to do something important, you know for my job...as your manager's assistant. Do you remember? Some of us don't just stalk people for a living."
"I also sing," he says back, his playful smile returning. He leans over, his lips getting closer to yours, "I can do alot of things with this mouth..these lips. Maybe I could show you some time."
"No thank you."
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He banged you back against the hotel room door as it shut behind you. Your legs are wrapped around his body, your hands grabbing at his hair. You moan as he unbuttons your shirt after pulling it up over your black pencil skirt. He leans in and presses his lips to your chest, sucking softly on the boobs spilling out of your pink VS bra. You're really glad you decided to wear this one and not your old ones..and it was a really close call.
He reaches back and unclips your bra before returning his lips to your chest. You moan as he sucks against your nipple.
He stumbles over to the bed and lays you down, spreading your legs so your skirt slips up over your thighs.
"What kind of good girl forgets to wear panties?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as he leans over and presses his lips to your slit.
You moan as he starts sucking on you, adding a finger as soon as you're wet enough to take it. You grind into him as he sucks on your clit, his finger moving in and out of you fast.
You're so close to cuming when he pulls out that you almost start crying in frustration.
"No, please," you beg, looking down at him frantically, noticing him just slipping on a condom. His body presses down onto you, his dick pressing into you before you know it.
You moan his name as he keeps pumping in and out of you quickly, his body rocking yours and the bed, pounding it against the wall.
You cum for him after a bit, your nails scraping against his back as he cums in you. You moan one more time as you ride your high out.
You look over at him when he pulls out and collapses next to you on the bed, panting.
You were right. Freaking finger length has everything to do with dick length.
