"So are you gonna let me eat your ass or am I never going to go down on you again?"

Both I and the McDonalds worker stared at Harry as she handed him our ice cream cones. "Uh, have a nice day." She said looking around before going back to her job.

After sex, I usually crave something sweet and since we had just had sex closer to dinner time than bedtime, Harry brought me to buy an ice cream cone.

"Can you not." I rolled my eyes, turning to leave.

He quickly followed me to the car where he opened my door. I smiled at him and got into the car before he shut the door and ran around to get in himself. "Do you not enjoy getting eaten out or is it weird?"

"It's kind of a long story, but it makes me nervous." I finally admitted. "This guy I went out with went down on me my first time and he said some stuff and it made me really insecure about it." Harry had already pulled out of the parking lot and towards a shopping center where he had a list of things he needed.

"What did he say?" I blushed but there was a way Harry spoke to me about these things that made me feel like I can trust him. His tone was never judgemental or questioning me, just simply wanting to hear the truth behind my feelings.

"He said that my vagina was weird." Harry, who had been licking his ice cream cone, stopped mid lick and looked at me as we stopped at a red light.

"Squeeze me? What is it with the men you date? They are such garbage. How is your vagina weird, it's fucking beautiful!" He had no idea what that meant to me.

"Well something happened that grossed him out and he went on a rant." I feel like I said too much.

"What did you have too much hair?"

"No."

"Did you fart?" 

"No."

"Get your period?"

"No." 

Harry parked in a spot near the entrance of a fabric store near a bunch of other stores and turned the car off, slowly turning to me with a slight smirk.

"Do you want me to keep asking, or are you going to tell me? Did it smell different because that's natural and men need to stop complaining? We should just be lucky to be down there." He bit into his cone.

"I did something that he didn't like and I didn't know I could do that at the time and assumed I had-" we made eye contact and he gave me those sweet eyes that made me speak up. "-I thought I had peed on him." 

"No fucking way, you're a squirter!" He cheered. "Fuck, how did I not catch on." He chuckled.

"It only happens when I haven't had an orgasm in while or I hold it too long." He nodded. "Anyways I'm ticklish as it is and I just fear that I would do it again and gross-out another man."

"Well it won't gross me out, that's hot as fuck. God, I have so many plans for us!" He cheered again. He looked over at me and then around the parking lot where there weren't many people around. He played with the fabric of my dress and complimented it. "Pretty dress. You wearing panties underneath?"

"Dude." He sighed and turned the light off, rolling the sleeve of his right arm up. "What are you doing?"

"You want me to finger you before we go into the store?" I gulped.

"Harry, seriously?" Okay, but why was I suddenly excited?

"Come on princess, windows are tinted, be a good girl and spread your legs wide for daddy." I didn't even hesitate, doing as he said. "Good girl, let me see your pretty pussy."

Fuck.

Fuck!

I always hated that word and when he said it I was instantly hot.

I had never felt this much excitement in such a short amount of time.

I gave a quick look around one last time before reaching my hips and pulling my underwear down my legs. Harry took the maroon colored lace and rolled it before placing it into his shirt pocket. He reached right between my legs as I leaned back against the seat.

I was eating ice cream five minutes ago and now I was about to get fingered in a car.

It be like that sometimes.

"So wet." Well, we did just have sex like an hour ago so yeah…

"Mhmm." I moaned as his finger grazed just barely over my clit.

"Who are you wet for?" His voice was soothing and beautiful, the equivalent of a harp playing inside of a church or wherever people played the harp- I can't think of a metaphor right now, okay, Harry styles fingers are rubbing my clit and I can't think. "Answer me sweetheart, who got you all wet?"

Right, I was talking to him, dirty talking, I know how to do that, totally.

"You made me wet," I mumbled.

"And who am I?" Trick question.

"Daddy." He nodded finally pushing his middle finger into me, sort of testing the waters. (Pun intended.)

A second finger pushed in and his thumb was circling my swollen nub slowly. It was needing more attention than it was getting. I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, leaning my head against his shoulder as he thrust his two fingers in me, never stopping the slow movements of his thumb, driving me crazy.

Crap, I know what he was going to do.

His fingers moved faster, thumb speeding up as I spread my legs wider and began grinding my hips into his hand, holding onto his arm tighter, wishing he would kiss me to get me there closer. "Need you to tell me when you get close okay?" I nodded. "You like daddy's fingers? Huh Princess, do you want daddy's cock inside of you, fucking you right here in the car, making you scream?"

"Fuck-" he curved his fingers up, rubbing a sensitive spot that made me gasp. "I'm so close, don't stop." I placed my hand over his and pushed him closer. 

"Feel you getting tighter, you gonna cum for me?" He teased.

"Yes!" I moaned louder.

And then just like that it was gone, he pulled his hand away and I was left a panting mess, legs shaking and body clearly frustrated. Harry grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned his hands and offered me some water like a psycho who wasn't just about to make me cum. "I need new batteries for my toy car." He clapped his hands together and opened the door.

"Daddy- Harry!" I corrected myself making him chuckle.

I did not just do that.

"Yes?" He said casually as he looked back at me.

"You just- that was so rude!" I shook my head. "Why didn't you let me finish?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm working on an experiment, now come on I need fabric and my batteries, and then you are out of your fruity apple shampoo and papa needs the volume in my hair." 

An experiment? What the hell is he trying to do to me? Ugh, of course, the weirdo was trying to build up an intense orgasm. God, I hate him so much.

No, you don't you liar.

"At least give me my underwear back." I cleaned myself up and fixed my hair.

"No, I think I'll keep these, be careful bending down." He winked getting out of his car.

I am so turned on right now. How does he do it?

*

After the fabric store, a long trip to Target, and a small stop to a makeup shop for a new foundation, Harry and I found ourselves back at home where I was talking at him as he placed new batteries on a stupid remote control car. "Sick, I'm gonna go online and buy a ramp, see if I can drive it across from this apartment to the- what's wrong grumpy?"

He gave me a slight smile as I stood in front of him. "Are you kidding, you teased me and left me all frustrated! What the hell?" He chuckled.

"Then tell me what you want me to do to you?" He shrugged.

"I want us to do it?" I put my hands on my hips rolling my eyes.

"Do what?" Fuck this I had a vibrator.

"Ugh, I can't say it!" I stormed off to my bedroom and closed my door. It opened a second after it closed and Harry was laughing. 

"Stop being such a pussy all the time and get some courage! Say what you want me to do to you! Why can't you just say it!" He yelled at me.

"Fine! Harry!" I stopped and lowered my voice. "I want you to finish me off using your mouth." He nodded letting me continue. 

"Go on."

Fuck, I can do this, I'm a confident bitch. I know what I want and I was lucky enough to be doing it with the guy I had feelings for.

"I want you to fuck me, I want your hands all over me, I want you to choke me while you fuck me hard and I want you to call me princess while you do it." He seemed surprised I was able to keep a bit of a sultry tone to my request.

"You like my hands huh?" I nodded. "Knew it." He nodded, dimming the lights. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it aside before walking over to me and ripping down my straps and unzipping my dress. I was left naked in front of him.

He pushed me back onto the bed, pulling me towards the edge by my ankles so I was sat on the very end of the mattress. He wasted no time licking up my entrance and swirling his tongue around my clit.

I had to learn to relax, I needed to take deep breaths and learn to trust Harry. So that's what I did, relaxing my body and letting his mouth do all the work against me, getting me closer to what I knew was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

But then he pulled away again. 

My eyes got wide and before he could get up I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back to me. "Please, please Harry, don't stop, it feels too good, please baby." I didn't care how desperate I was sounding it the fact that I had called him baby, I finally understood why people like this.

It wasn't that I had been too ticklish or whatever, it was the intimacy and trust I needed for someone to go down on me. I felt that with Harry.

"Okay, relax, I'm gonna give you what you want." I nodded, laying back down as he went back to using his tongue and lips, sucking, licking, slurping and everything in between, making my legs shake.

He was so good at this, so attentive, so turned on and completely lost in the moment as I sat up to watch him. Our eyes met for a moment before his eyes rolled back as he lowered his mouth and circled around a different entrance. "Oh, God…" I dropped back and realized that everything he was doing was perfect.

He was perfect.

Harry Styles had officially eaten my booty.

And it was marvelous.

*

"Have you ever eaten an apricot?" Harry said after we had sex and settled in my bed. He had his head on my stomach as he cuddled into my side. My nails we're scratching his head and massaging his ears and eyebrows, something that he really enjoyed.

"No, why? Are they good?"

"Your booty tastes like an apricot." I chuckled.

"Uh, thanks?" I shook my head awkwardly.

"No, thank you, it's nice. Not too sweet but not bitter I guess." We were talking about my ass and the flavor of it for god's sake. "How was the choking experience?"

After Harry's experiment led me to the most intense orgasm I've had with a person, he grabbed me and laid me on a pillow, taking his pants off and stroking his hard-on slowly, rubbing his precum over the tip of his cock to slide in. Not that it was a problem considering how wet I had been.

The moment we connected, he grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head, thrusting hard into me. The air escaped my lungs and it was hard to catch my breath because his other hand went to my neck, slightly squeezing it, causing me to bite my lip and moan.

Choking, check and loved.

Harry was relentlessly fucking me into the bed, letting go of me for a moment before he put my legs over his shoulders and got deeper. So deep in fact that I was positive I was seeing stars.

His face was a mixture of pleasure and determination. All I did was look at him and feel my heart practically beating out of my chest. "Harry, I want you to cum inside me."

Our eyes met and something shifted, causing him to slow down and kiss me. "Cum with me princess, want to feel you squeeze around me. Rub your clit and cum with me." I did as he said, our lips and body connected all at once and boy let me tell you it was intense.

I didn't want him to leave.

"Bedtime, I guess," Harry said as I shook off my memories from about thirty minutes earlier. He began to stand but I pulled him in again.

I'm pathetic, he going to think I'm the weirdo now. "Just sleep here," I told him.

He didn't put up a fight and agreed to lay with me and to cuddle with me. 

Great, I'm fucked, I totally was going to fall in love with him.

*