Styles Sex Tape

Chapter 4- Sweet Surprises

*WARNING- CONTAINS MILD SEXUAL EVENTS AND SWEARING. DO NOT REPORT. YOU WERE WARNED*

After my little "time" with Harry, I went home very quickly without a goodbye to anyone. As I got home I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I threw my house keys on to the counter and stepped out of my big ass heels. "Thanks God I got these bitches off", I sighed.

I went in to my room and shut my curtains. I turned on the light and stood in front of my full length mirror, and I started to unzip the little black dress I was wearing. It slipped down around my ankles and I stepped out of it gracefully. With only my bra and panties on, I went in to my bathroom, I took my Olay grapefruit face wash and washed all the foundation, mascara, and eyeliner off my face.

Barring my brown eyelashes. I put my hair up in to a pony tail after combing the curls out of it, although it was still quite wavy. I took off my bra and put on my fuzzy white and pink polka dot bottoms along with my peace sign shirt that had pink hands. I brushed my teeth and took in a deep breath. I went back downstairs to the swede couch, I sat down on to it and turned on the tv.

My favorite show, supernatural was on, and I grabbed the purple blanket next to me and wrapped myself in it like a cacoon, and laid my head down. I admired Jensen Ackles beautiful face. He was so good looking. Eventually, I drifted off in to a deep sleep on the couch. Letting every single worry leave my mind.

I batted my eyelashes and blinked a few times. Shit, I fell asleep on the couch. I got up and looked at myself. I sighed. I went in to the kitchen and opened the fridge and grabbed a piece of apple pie and popped it in the microwave, and waited.

Soon, my door bell rang. I groan and trudged over to the door, I opened it and found Harry standing there. Smiling. Not a smirk, not a grin, an actual smile. "Hi Lauren" he spoke happily. "Hey" I replied blandly. I studied his body. He was wearing a black long sleeve and grey skinnies, he had a tan leather jacket on and his hair was in a styled curly quiff, along with that he was wearing a cross necklace and his roughed up brown boots. His hands were behind his back.

"May I help you?" I came off annoyed and pushy, but I couldn't give a shit less. "Lauren, I've only known you for a few days-" I snickered lightly and refrained myself from cussing this asshole out. "But, I really like you so far and would like to get to know you better, so Lauren, would you do the honor of going on a date with me tonight? Please?" He pleaded. My answer was immediate. "Hell to the fucking no", I snorted.

He was taken aback. And his eyes widened, I thought, I saw sadness. But, I laughed to myself. He's a player, he doesn't give a single shit about me. I was about to close the door when he called my name softly. "Lauren, wait, please?", I turned back around to see him holding a big bouquet of dark red roses. He was getting to me. I knew I still had feelings for him, but all I ever thought, was that they were hate and resentment.

"Lauren, give me a chance, I don't know what I did", fury built inside of me. "Please give me a chance.." He trailed off. I groaned. "Where are you taking me, and what time are you going to pick me up?" I questioned irritated as hell. His face lit up. "Tonight, I shall take you to Stone Ridge. I will pick you up at precisely 7:30pm, and Lauren, thank you" he said as he handed me the big bouquet of roses. I rolled my eyes "whatever", I went inside and closed the door and threw the roses in the garbage. I laughed. "He's so fucking oblivious, he never gave a damn" I spoke softly to myself.

He never gave a damn.

Harry's P.O.V

I walked away from her door, happy as fuck. If I get the little bitch to trust me, she'll fuck with me. I'd love to bang her so much. She's not like other girls, she's mysterious, she's not easy, and she doesn't want me. But I am fucking determined to make her want me. Whether she likes it or not, I'm going to fuck the living hell out of her. I walked in to the house, and called for my mum.

"Mum I'm home!" I yelled as I put down my coat. She peered around the corner and ran to me and hugged me. "How did it go?" She spoke eagerly. I smiled, but for all the wrong reasons. "She said yes mum". She squealed like she was seventeen again. "Harry, you better treat this one right!" She scolded me. I snickered. "Sure mum". " I mean it Mr.". I rolled my eyes and trudged up to my room.

Once I was in, I locked the door. I opened my laptop and clicked the picture I had taken of Lauren last night, when she was undressing at her house. Her breasts full and beautiful, her stomach thin and petite, and her hips defining and complimenting her body, and her thin legs. I took off my shirt and unbuckled my grey skinny jeans. I looked down at my length and started to palm myself, pretending it was her. I looked at the picture and squinted my eyes a bit. "Lauren, fuck... Lauren".

I pulled down my boxers and let them sit at my ankles and laid on my bed. My hand grasped my cock as it started to run up and down it. I pressed my head against my pillow and looked up at the ceiling, soon closing my eyes. "Lauren, ride me harder", I whispered to make sure my mum wouldn't hear. I pumped myself faster and harder. I continued, once and a while letting out deep throaty groans and cuss words. "Lauren, I'm going to cum" I whispered to myself.

I squeezed my eyes tighter until I felt myself release. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... Lauren". My sweat was dripping on my forehead and I arched my back a bit. I let go of my dick and sighed, trying to catch my breath. I finally did and looked at my cock. My cum was dripping on it and was on my sheets a bit.

I threw my legs over my bed and grabbed a wipe from my night stand. I cleaned up my length and absorbed my white liquid on my bed with a tissue. I pulled up my boxers and my grey skinny jeans. I buckled it and threw on a black tee shirt instead. I straightened my hair up a bit so my mum wouldn't know what I was doing. I went over to my laptop and looked at her beautiful body for a bit longer. I bit my lip in frustration, but then smiled.

I honestly, can not wait to fuck my little bitch.

Ayye everyone. It's Taylor ☺️ I kinda just improvised on this chapter, so sorry if it bored you. If you did like it, vote, comment and follow Dianna and I! Any recommendations? Leave it in the comment section. Thanks! Ily. xx