Dirty Talks

I’m getting ready to go out with my girls tonight. And might I say I look pretty amn good tonight. Red tube dress with white high heels. It’s not until another half hour ‘til I get picked up, but I just wanna be ready when they come. I’m going downstairs to find a lazy Calum.
He turns his head to me and asks: “Going out? Like that?”
“Yeah, you like it?” I say, twirling around.
He only nods and returns his attention to the TV. I’m looking sexy as hell and all I can get from him is a nod? This ain’t over. I walk over to the couch and sit next to him. I pretend to sigh so my chest goes up. Nothing. I cross my legs, making my dress go up a little. Nothing. I stretch myself out and arche my back. That’s when he finally looks at me.
I turn my body to him and stick out my chest a little, while watching TV. I give him a glance and a little pout. All I get from him is a stern look. He gets up and walks upstairs.I hear some things being shuffled around.
“Y/N, could you come upstairs, please?” he calls from our bedroom.
I walk in our bedroom to see Calum holding a blindfold, sitting in a chair. He becons me over with a finger. I walk to him, just as he makes clear that I should stop. He gets up, walks behind me and puts the blindfold on me.
“You’re gonna regret putting on that little teasing downstairs,” he says, “Now strip for daddy.”
I hear him sit down again. I start by taking off my heels. I turn around and unzip my dress. I let it slide off my body and drop around my feet. I kick it aside. I hear Calum hum in approval. I unclasp my bra and throw it away somewhere in the room. With my panties, I take time to get them off. Now I’m standing naked in front of him.
I hear him get up again. He takes my wrist and pins it behind my back. With his other hand he pushes me forward. When I feel we’ve reached the bed, he throws me on it. I land on my back. He takes my hands and ties them to the headboard. All I can do now is wait.
I feel movement on the bed. I feel a hand move up my leg. The rubbing is slow, but dominant. Suddenly he grabs my knees and spreads my legs. I bet he can see how wet I am. One hand starts kneading and groping my breasts as the other one slides up and down my slit.
“So wet. Who’s making you so wet?” he asks with a dominant tone.
“You are, daddy,” I answer.
“That’s right. 'Cause you’re mine to take control off.”
While I’m getting wetter and wetter by his touch, gasping and all, Calum latches his mouth to my nipples. Without a warning his fingers are gone and he slams inside me. Without any patience, he starts building up a fast and hard pace.
He rolls his hips as he goes in and out. His mouth starts sucking on my chest, leaving dark, purple bruises. His hands are on my thighs, keeping me in place as he slams into me. Hitting my spot each and every time. It’s long before I feel a mountain starting to build inside of me. All I wanna do is tangle my hands in his luscious hair, but I can’t.
Our moaning fills the room. Calum’s grunts and moans are music to my ears. The thrusts are getting sloppy as we both near our orgasms. By now, I’m a whimpering mess.
“Be a good girl for daddy and cum,” he pants.
“Yes, da…” I whimper.
And my mountain starts crumbling down, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. While my body keeps shuddering I feel Calum twitch inside me. The grip on my thighs becomes harder. His mouth attacks mine as he finds his own release.
We lie there, sweaty and panting. My hands and eyes are free again. I hear a car beeping outside. I quickly get dressed and fix my hair. A hand smacks my ass as I put on my shoes.
“Be a good girl tonight and I’ll reward you when you get home,” he says.
“I’ll try,” I say with a smirk.

I was in for a night filled with more pleasure than I ever imagined.

Notes

Can't believe my cousin is going to write a story. I'll give a short summary: Harry Styles, a 27 year old businessman , takes a liking to a girl who is about to turn sixteen next month

I can't wait for it!