Harry Styles Dirty Imagine: Professor Styles, Part 2
"So, Miss [Y/N].. Would you mind joining me for a private lesson at my home?" Professor Styles asked. I was stunned. Was he serious? He wanted more of me?
It took me a second, but then I was able to muster out a quiet "sure."
His face lit up, which made my body tingle. "I'll give you a ride." He said, smiling brightly.
He gathered his things and locked the classroom, and together, we exited the building. He led me over to his car - a gorgeous black Tesla. He helped me get situated, and it wasn't long before we were on the road.
We drove through the calming city, yet the atmosphere around us was very tense. I noticed him staring at me through the corner of my eye, and it made me nervous. His gaze was intense, and it made me feel small in the seat of his car. I froze when I felt him place his hand on my thigh. He squeezed it firmly, sending a shiver throughout my spine.
I peered over at him, and his eyes were locked on mine. His fingers trailed up my leg until they were just at the edge of my skirt. He played with the soft fabric, teasing me. I spread my legs for him, and that's when he switched the car to autopilot.
He moved his hand some more and slid my panties to the side, immediately dipping his long, slender finger into my wet heat. My leg was up on the dashboard, allowing him complete control over my pussy.
I bit my lip as he removed his finger and rubbed soft circles over my clit. I adored the feeling of his touch, but I wanted more of him.
"Please fuck me with your fingers." I knew he wanted me to tell him exactly what I wanted. He wanted me to beg.
"Is that what you want, Darling?" He questioned and I nodded my head eagerly. "Then you'll have to wait." He said, removing his hand completely. I whined, but he didn't care. He brought his finger up to his lips and suckled my arousal off of it, then he moved it to my mouth.
I took his finger between my lips and treated it how I would treat his cock. He took the car off of autopilot and drove with one hand, looking over at me periodically. He sped up, definitely going over the speed limit, wanting to get to his house as soon as possible. I smiled around his finger, loving how I was driving him crazy just as much as he had driven me crazy.
We pulled into his driveway, and I leaped out of the car before it was completely stopped. I ran up the front steps and awaited eagerly for him to follow. He finally caught up and unlocked his front door while I grasped his arm tightly. We stepped inside, but I stopped dead in my tracks within seconds of entering his home.
"Honey! You're home early!"
His wife walked over from the kitchen to greet him, smiling at me politely. He kissed her on the cheek, which made my blood boil. How did I not notice he was wearing a wedding ring? I felt sick and disgusted, at myself and Professor Styles.
"Hey, babe. This is [Y/N], she's a student of mine here for a private lesson." He introduced me. She held out her hand with a smile, and I shook it to be nice. She offered me some lemonade, and I accepted. God, she was so sweet.
His wife went back into the kitchen to make the beverage, and that's when he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down the hall to his office. He closed the door and turned around to face me, but I wouldn't go near him. I was furious.
"You're married!?" I whispered loudly. He smiled and shook his head at me.
"What if I was?" He asked, taking a few steps towards me.
"Then you'd be a bad husband!" I yelled. He came even closer. Pretty soon, he was inches away from my face, and I had backed into the wall. I could feel his warm, minty breath on my skin as he towered over me.
"Princess... what did I do that led you to believe that I was good?" He whispered. "Was it when I fucked you in front of the entire class?" I let out a shaky breath.
He gripped my chin and smashed his lips onto mine, pinning me against the wall. We kissed roughly, breathing heavily into each others mouth. Saliva mixed and tongues danced. It wasn't long before his hands were roaming around my body and unbuttoning my shirt. He slid it down my arms and let it drop to the floor. He pulled away from the kiss to unbuckle his pants, but was stopped abruptly.
There was a knock on the door.
I began to panic, grabbing my shirt and attempting to put it back on, but Professor Styles was calm. He walked over to his desk and sat in his chair, and ordered me to go underneath his desk.
"Suck my cock, Miss [Y/N]." He whispered. "It's open, darling!" He yelled out for his wife to hear on the other side of the door. She opened the door and walked in, meanwhile I pulled her husband's hard cock from his pants and slid it into my mouth.
"I have lemonades for you and [Y/N]. Where did she go?" She asked sweetly, placing my cup on the coffee table and handing the other to him. I twirled my tongue around his tip.
"She went to the bathroom." He spoke, trying not to moan out. He took a sip from the drink, and that's when I swallowed him whole. He choked slightly on the liquid due the pleasure, but tried to play it off.
"Is everything okay, Harry?" She asked, concerned. He nodded.
"Of course. It's just a bit more sour than I expected, that's all." He smiled at her. She offered to add more sugar to it, but he disagreed, stating that it was perfect. She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Fuck, [Y/N]. I need to have you now." He groaned, pulling my hair. I removed him from my mouth, making sure to lick my lips afterwords.
I stood up and sat on his desk, leaning back on my hands. He lifted my skirt and moved my panties to the side, sliding into me immediately.
My wet pussy welcomed his hard dick. His thrusts were rough and precise, giving me everything I needed. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping together, and it excited me knowing that the door wasn't locked. He pounded me harder and harder, making me moan and scream loudly. He didn't seem to care whether or not his wife heard us.
"Fucking hell, [Y/N]." He moaned. "How are you so fucking tight? Gonna make me cum soon."
I threw my head back, loving the feeling of his cock inside of me. He placed a hand around my throat, squeezing firmly. My eyes began to water and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. It felt amazing, and got me closer to ecstasy.
He released his grip and held onto my hips, slamming into me at an even faster pace.
"What is it, baby? Are you gonna cum?" He asked and I nodded. I was still pretty sensitive from the car, and knew I wouldn't last much longer. He rubbed my nub, and that was all I needed.
"That's right, princess. Cum on my big cock." He groaned as my pussy tightened around him. He fucked me through my orgasm, and was nearing his own. I was spent and panting, but figured that dirty talking to him would get him cumming in no time.
"Oh, Daddy! You fuck me so good! My pussy belongs to you now!" I moaned. "Cum in your pussy, Daddy!" And just like that, he came.
"FUCK, [Y/N]!" He groaned loudly, spilling his seed deep inside of me for the second time today. He collapsed on top of my chest, sweating and breathing heavily. He laid on my chest for a bit and let me stroke his hair. I never would've guessed that he likes to snuggle after sex.
Afterwords, he placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled out of me. He assisted me off of his desk and helped me get dressed, then did the same. Once we were composed, we left his office. We had almost made it to the front door so that he could drive me home, but we were once again stopped by his wife.
"Oh, are you leaving already, [Y/N]?" She asked and I looked at Harry. He peered back down at me.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" He asked. I was surprised, but pleased.
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