Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Ten

Keaton greeted me with a welcoming smile. As professional as he was trying to keep, he complimented me and it made me feel good to know someone else saw the effort.

I loved the light blonde highlights in my hair. I didn't do too many. I didn't want a big change, just something different for a little bit.

I got my nails done, shaved and waxed. I made sure to spray myself twice with a new vanilla scent I picked up in stores. I felt infinite tonight. Everything could go wrong but seeing Harry would make everything right.

I hope Harry will like what he picked out on me. I felt comfortable and sexy in it. The roundness of my thighs makes it look even better. I wasn't a thick girl but I was thick enough in the right places. The gym has taken more effect on my tone legs than anything else.

I was wrapped in a knee length brown jacket. It was enough to cover me completely since I was expecting to come back home tonight or sometime in the early morning.

I wonder if it'll be awkward? I mean we haven't seen each other since sammy's pizza besides the talk on the phone and little notes. Would he be eager to get me out afterwards? I was starting to get nervous at my own thoughts.

Keaton drops me off before I pull out the key from my pocket. The entrance brings me back to that night. I made my way up the steps and into his bedroom. The two black nightstands were held company by lighted candles and wine. I'm assuming Keaton had something to do with that.

The king-size bed is the same as before. I was eager to get back in the sheets. My body lights up knowing that any second Harry was going to come up those steps and whisk me away in pure pleasure.

I've craved his touch like air.

I take my jacket off before getting on the bed when I hear footsteps come up the stairs. Harry walks in and to the front of his mirror before taking off his suit jacket before seeing me move in the back. He turns with a hungry look on his face.

He looked so good in his navy suit. His dress shirt matched his jacket perfectly and the red of his tie was nearly identical to my red fearless lipstick. I was usually a nude pink type of woman but when I saw this shade, I had to get it.

My pulse skips as his lips turn up into a deep smirk as he walks towards me.

"It feels like I waited forever for this moment and invisioned it too much but nothing compared to how fucking hot you look now." He grows at his own words.

"I'm already hard," he groans. I started crawling towards the edge of the bed with my ass in the air. The bottoms had barely any coverage. I'm sure it was on purpose.

"Let me take care of you" I start unzipping his slacks as he helps with pulling them and his boxers down. His cock was hard against his stomach. I wrap a hand around his length before taking in the tip.

"Fuck" he grunts before taking both hands in my hair and moving my head at his pace. I was taking him all in and I loved hearing the gasps coming out of his mouth.

"I don't want to feel my face tonight" I scoot up on the bed as he hovers above me. Nipping at my cheek and my neck and down to my bra. He tugs it down with one hand before swirling around my nipples with his tongue.

"Oh god Harry. I want you" I run my hands through his hair.

"You look so good. You look so fucking beautiful" I feel like the luckiest woman. Harry was stunning in many ways. He was tall, handsome, smart and headstrong. He's every girl's dream or fantasy. His smile, his dimples, and his beautiful curls. He was perfect. I couldn't find a flaw.

If I had skipped that night and didn't go to the club, we would've never met. If I was late, would we have met on the dance floor or would he have already driven off with someone else?

I clear my thoughts fast as he hooks his hands on the thin lace of my undies and lifts me up with just one hand under my back to get them off of me.

"Your cunt is so greedy for me" He moves two fingers in the slick of my folds before thrusting them at a slow pace in and out. I couldn't stop my back from arching. He uses the pad of this thumb to draw circles around my heat sending me into a sensual bliss of pleasure and need.

"I'm ready harry, please fuck me!" I pleaded.

I dug my nails into his back and grinded against him as much as I could.

As much as I wanted to take him up on the face fuck, I couldn't wait any longer. The knot in my stomach was ready.

He spreads my legs open with his body before holding himself up with his knees. He places his tip at my entrance before moving in slowly.

"So fucking tight" He grits through his teeth before picking up his pace by using both hands on my hips.

"Your cock is so deep" I manage to get out between my desperate attempts at moaning. I fisted the sheets to help with my screams. I don't care who could hear us. We could be filthy and raw and it doesn't matter, nothing would matter during these moments.

My body shakes with pleasure as I tighten around Harry's cock and he follows shortly after and falls softly on my body, unable to move. What I felt with Harry couldn't be described in words. He took my body to levels I didn't know exists.

Sliding out of me slowly, he rolls over beside me. The moment settles and it goes quiet.

"Did you like your gifts?" He questions. His voice raspy. He looked so unreal looking at me. I couldn't help but straddle him and grind against his cock again, ignoring his question. I wanted more.

"I could always go for a second round" He licks his lips before wrapping his arms around me before diving back into my body.