Fifty Shades of Styles

Roxanne thought she had it all. Huge house, dream job and the sexiest fiancée on the planet... until she met Harry Styles. One word is all it takes for him to become obsessed with her and he won't stop until she screams his name. Overpowering, protective and handsome Mr Styles turns Roxanne's world upside down in the space of fifty days.

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3. Chapter 2

"Babe I'm home!" I shouted, walking in the door.

"In the kitchen!" Tom replied.

I walked in and found him strutting round the kitchen in a red apron... with a naked man's body on it.

"What are you doing Tom?" I asked, dropping my bag on the floor.

"I'm preparing us a meal." he replied, walking over to me and pulling my coat from my shoulders.

"I thought we were eating out?" I asked again, referring to the gesture he made earlier.

"We are... if you still want to?" he asked.

"Of course I do. Nothing tastes better than you." I smirked.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me." he laughed and kissed my neck.

"What are we having?" I said, lifting up a pan lid.

"Spaghetti... with meatballs." he emphasised the word 'balls'.

"I love meatballs." I did the same.

"Well... go change, it's almost done." he shoved me out of the door, smacking my ass on the way out.

When I got to our bedroom, there was an outfit laid out on the bed. I showered and changed into the outfit. There was a pair of black skinny jeans and a top which barely even covered my cleavage. I clipped my necklace around my neck and slipped my engagement ring on. Two sprays of perfume and I was ready for the meal Tom had cooked.

I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table and Tom placed the plates of spaghetti with meatballs on the table.

"Ta dah!" Tom said.

"Looks yummy." I replied.

"Just wait till desert." he winked.

We dug into the spaghetti and Tom fed me one of his meatballs. The sauce was spicy and I caught a faint taste of pepper. I reminded myself of what Molly told me and slowly slid my hand up and down the fork... trying to avoid Tom watching, of course.

"I'm done. You?" Tom asked, taking his plate away.

"Urm..." I stopped daydreaming and snapped back to reality. "Yeah, done."

I passed him my plate and he took it to the sink. I stood up, finished the rest of my wine and sorted my hair.

"Oh. Keen are we?" Tom asked playfully.

"Desert is my favourite course." I said, wrapping my arms round his waist and kissing his lips softly.

He kissed back and I let his tongue slip into my mouth. It was only a matter of seconds before he pushed me up against the wall and moved his mouth to my neck. His fingers swept through my hair as he kissed my jaw line. I untied his apron and unbuttoned his shirt. He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and carried me upstairs.

We reached the bedroom and he threw me on the bed, climbing on top of me. Our mouths never parted and as we played tonsil tennis, I unzipped his pants and rubbed his penis over his boxers. He let out a small groan and his hands slipped under my shirt, rubbing my breasts. His hand then moved down stomach, into my pants and under my knickers. His fingers rubbed against my clit and he slid one inside me. I couldn't help but let out a little cry as I rolled my head back.

He began kissing my neck and nibbling it. I moaned as he fingered me, so I decided to rub him even harder. I could feel him breathing a lot faster and his finger went in deeper and moved faster. I let out little gasps of air and my hips moved up, but his hips moved them back down. I removed my hand from his boxers and pulled his shirt off of his back, digging my fingers into his soft, warm skin. They moved to his hair pulled as he went deeper and faster. I moaned as loud as I could and within a moment, I screamed and he removed his finger.

My head moved forward as he placed his forehead on mine, kissing my nose. He turned us over and pulled my top up over my head, leaving me in my jeans and bra. I kissed his chest and moved down to his crotch. My tongue licked his V line and pulled down his pants and his boxers. I started off by cupping his balls and holding his penis gently in my hand. I licked it and placed my lips around it, moving my head up and down slowly. His hand moved down to my hair and stroked my head as it moved.

"Faster babe... faster." he told me.

I did as I was told and moved my lips faster up and down his penis. I tried my hardest not to bite him... luckily I never did. His fingers gripped my hair and I knew I had to go deeper. I moved up and down, faster and deeper every second. His penis became hard and warm, Tom let out a huge scream and within a couple of seconds, he exploded in my mouth. Molly was right. It did taste salty.

I brought my head up and saw Tom with his head laid back on the pillow and he was breathing pretty fast. I swallowed the cum and felt it slide down my throat, wiped my lips and crawled up to face him. Just as I leant down to kiss him, his phone began to ring.

"One sec." I climbed off of Tom and he sat at the edge of the bed and answered the phone.

"Hello?" he answered. "Right... I'll be there right away."

He stood up and began getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"I have to go to work. Someone broke in and stole some paintings. I'm sorry babe." he kissed my forehead and pulled his top over his head.

"Why didn't they ring me too?" I asked.

"I dunno. I won't be long babe." he left with his car keys.

"Well... that was... interesting." I said to myself.

I stood up and took off my pants, throwing on one of Tom's shirts over my underwear. I cleaned my teeth and tried my hardest to get rid of the taste of cum from my mouth. It eventually faded away and I turned the shower on, undressed and hopped in. The water was warm and it didn't long for the steam to fill the bathroom. I scrubbed my soaking wet body and felt the area where Tom put his fingers. I was disappointed that he didn't use his tongue... but there will be another time for that. I turned the shower off and wrapped the shirt round me.

Water dripped from my hair and my feet left prints on the floor as I dried myself with a towel. I changed into my pyjamas and climbed back into bed. It didn't take me long to fall asleep and when I woke up... Tom still wasn't home.

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