Daddy⏩Harry Styles AU [On Hold]

0.2

When I arrived at the front of my house I saw my dad conversing with a tall, and dark haired man.

"Why don't you come in, Sir?" My father says, quickly moving out of the way.

After my father stepped out of the way I was able to take in the man's features. He looked around twenty-eight to early thirties. He had thick brown curls that barely touched his shoulders, beautiful forest green eyes that anyone could get lost in. I was snapped out my thoughts when I heard the door slam shut.

▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▪▫▪▫▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▫▪▫

"So Emma, What grade are you in?"

  says My father's boss, who's name I learned was Mr. Styles.

" I'm Seventeen, so I'm a senior." I stated.

He nods and turns to my father and starts to speak about work. I start to get bored, I take in Mr. Styles features and realize he's very young to be my father's boss.

He can't be older than thirty, he's very handsome, smart, and rich.

I start observe the way he cuts his steak and puts to his red, full lips and slowly chewing it, savoury taste. Watching the way his tongue swipes over his bottom lip after he finishes talking. Wetness started to pool in my underwear watching Mr. Styles mouth.

"Want Some?", Mr Styles says interrupting my perverted thoughts. 

"Do I what?"I raised my eyebrows in confusion, almost chocking on my water.

"Want more mashed potatoes."

"Oh No." I muttered feeling embarrassed for thinking this way about my dad's boss.

▫▪▫▪▪▫▪▪▫▪▪▫▪▪▫▪▫▪▫▫▪▪▪▫▪▫▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▪▫▪▫

The rest of the dinner went on without anymore embarrassment. I started to think more about Harry's perfect face. The way his eyebrows push together when he's concentrating, how his hands are and the way he smiles.

Thinking of all the little things about him is turning me on. I slowly start to drag my hand down my stomach, stopping at the waist band of my shorts. I quickly pulled down my shorts and reached in to my underwear. I start to rub circles, adding pressure to my clit.

Instanly feeling pleasure, I continue my actions. I'm picturing Mr. Styles hands instead of my own, moaning his name under my breath. Feeling my high approaching, I quicken my fingers pace moaning his name louder.

I climaxed hard all over my finger and my bedsheets. When I came down from my high, one thought invaded my mind.

Holy fuck, I just fingered myself to thought of my father's boss.

▪▫▪▫▫▪▪▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▫▪▪▫▫

Sorry this chapter was shit. I had bad writers block. So yeah I don't know when my next update Will be. I feed you guys a bone because I didn't write any smut in the last chapter. I kinda wanted you guys to get a feel of Emma's personality.

What do you guys think of Emma? How do you like my story so far?