Harry ~ Mr.Styles.
The elevators doors take extra long to open but once wide enough for a human body you slip through, tripping on your own feet before running to the front desk.
“You’re late.” Jenny simply states, not looking up from her computer screen, typing quickly.
“I know, I know, is the meeting still on?” You practically beg, breathing frantically.
“Mr.Styles is waiting for you in his office.” She answers.
You groan, slowly making your way to his office, anticipating the worst.
You knock slightly before slipping into the room.
“Close the door.” The chair is facing out the window, away from where you stand.
You do as he says, shutting the door ever so slowly.
“I’m so sorr-“
“Sit down.” He states, still not moving or spinning from the chair.
You drop your books and take a seat in front of his desk, only then does Mr.Styles stand, his tall frame threatens you.
“We can start now, I have everything ready to go, and I can skip the introduction, its wasn't any good anyway, I mean it would've been good but-“ He cuts in.
“The deal is cancelled.” Mr. Styles moves towards you, walking in front of you to the chair beside yours, leaning his body against the armrest, still facing you.
“What?” You make eye contact with the male, his eyes piecing into yours.
“They don't like to be kept waiting.” He crosses his arms across his chest, making him seem even more intimidating.
“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I blew this, I’ll do anything to fix this.” You panic, rushing your words. Mr.Styles moves to stand in front of you, now resting on his desk.
“I made this deal personally for you.” His voice is deep.
“I know, I-“ You start but his finger stops you from speaking.
“You’ll now need to do something personal for me.” His face still holds no emotion.
“Name it.” You quickly answer.
“Stand up.” You do as he demands, rising from the chair.
He steps closer to you, forcing your bodies to touch. He puts his lips to you ear, before slowly brushing his hard crotch against your body.
“I want you to fix that.” He whispers slowly.
You gulp, unable to move.
“Mr.Styles…” You voice is shaky.
“Call me Harry.” You feel his hot breath on your neck, he then moves his lips to make connect with the skin, sucking lightly.
Harry then grabs you hand with his, moving it to his pants and forcing you fingers to wrap around him.
You move along his length slightly, testing the limits.
“Mmm.” Harry mumbles against you skin. “Get on your knees.”
You let out a large breath and squat down, eyeing the hard bulge in his pants.
Harry quickly pulls down his pants, and with one finger, tugging down is boxers.
“Suck me.” He demands.
You grab hold of his dick, pumping it before letting your lips make contact. You take him in as much as you could, quickly sucking while removing him before pushing his length back into you mouth.
Harry grabs you hair in one hand, yanking hard on it as you continue to suck hard on his large erection.
“Oh god…” Harry removes his shirt, and you look up to take in his well toned torso. “Fuck if you look up at me like that again I will come all over your fucking face.
You smirk a little and flutter your eyes towards Harry. In a quick motion he lifts you up, placing you on top of his desk.
“I warned you, now you’ll get what you deserve.” Harry grumbles as he removes you stockings slowly followed by your underwear.
“Oh jesus.” He stares between your legs, making you feel uncomfortable. You close them but Harry’s hands push them open further, he dips his head down and places a kiss against your entrance.
His tongue then slides right down the middle, making you wimped in response. His tongue swirls widely between your legs as he sucks viscously.
Right before you were about to release Harry removes from in-between your thighs, pulling you by the waist closer to him.
He slides himself into you, making you both moan.
He pumps his length in and out as you squeeze the corner of the desks, bitting you lip so you don't scream.
He quickens his pace, making you squirm.
His hand slips your top over you head, revealing your bra.
“Holy shit I knew you had huge tits.” Harry grumbles as his words make you let go onto him.
Harry quickly pulls out, pumping himself quickly and you find it the most attractive thing ever.
“Take off your bra.” Harry’s voice is weak and unsteady, but you oblige, removing it.
Mr.Style’s breathing gets fast and he rolls his head back as he releases onto your stomach and chest.
Once finished, he crawls on top of you.
“I’ve never fucked anyone of my desk before.” His voice is deep and slow again.
He sucks at your breasts before make his way upwards.
“But I must say,” He reaches your face, his lips not quite touching yours. “We’ll definitely be doing that again.”
