Engagement Gift

Hermione’s heart was pounding. She’d never done this to a man who she actually knew, or even when she was sober. At last, she was convinced that he had been tortured enough and was now ready to be pleasured.

With one more, “Oh, fuck me, Draco, fuck me with your huge cock and cum all over my huge tits and in me,” she got off of him, and returned back into the center of the room. She knew that he was still willing himself to the sofa, because he knew what kind of reward she would give him, even though the lights blinded her so she couldn’t see him.

Boldly, she called out, “Oh, Draco darling, could you help me with these knickers? They’re so confining!”

In an instant he was by her side and ripping the thong off of her. Before she knew it, he had her on the ground and was in her. He didn’t worry about foreplay, he just needed to relieve himself and cum inside her, and then she could continue whatever game she was playing. He knew this, she knew this. Therefore, she didn’t worry about pleasuring herself, she just yelled dirty talk to him (the room had silencing charms on it so no one could hear what was happening inside) so he could cum as fast as possible.

“OH, FUCK ME DRACO, FUCK ME FUCK ME! WITH YOUR LONG, HARD COCK AND SEXY ARSE, I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM INSIDE ME DRACO! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR SHAFT IN ME AND YOUR CUM IN ME AND DRIPPING DOWN MY LEGS! OH, MERLIN, DRACO, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME DRACO!” she screamed, and he panted on top of her, eventually complying to her requests.

He lay on top of her, still wearing his shirt, and catching his breath. Usually he lasted long enough to have her cum with him, but tonight he knew that there would be more. This was just the beginning, seeing as she hadn’t even rewarded him yet. That was still to come, figuratively speaking.

He didn’t notice her clap her hands twice, but he did notice the lighting change. Soon the entire room was covered in a musky glow, and he saw an extremely large tub in one corner, an icebox in another, and felt, before he saw, Hermione’s tongue on his cock.

Alternatively she licked and sucked on his shaft and head, and once or twice, stuck it in her bra with her breasts. He lay on his back, and as he got warmer, took his shirt off and enjoyed Hermione’s ministrations.

Hermione crouched above him, sucking his cock. Soon she took the entire thing in her mouth and moved up and down it, going faster and faster. Draco’s hips bucked up to meet her, and Hermione could hear him moaning and speaking. “Hermione, oh Hermione, suck me suck me, Hermione! Use that pretty little tongue of yours! Suck me, Hermione!” he cried.

At last he came in her mouth, and as he lay back against the floor, she swallowed. “You taste so good, Draco,” she purred as she crawled up him. While at first her head was by his cock, now her head was by his nipples, and she began to play with them as she continued to speak. “I don’t know how I survived before I tasted your cum, it’s the best thing in the entire world, Draco.” She paused to lick a nipple and tweak its twin, and then continued up towards his face.

Draco claimed her mouth as soon as it was within reach. His tongue probed her lips opened and examined every crevice of her mouth. She quickly returned the favor, and before either of them knew it, she was straddling his chest and his arms were around her neck, pulling her closer to him.

Draco pulled away, panting. “You know,” he drawled, and immediately felt her juices on his chest as she heard him. “I really think you’ve been wearing this bra entirely too long to be prudent. I mean, how else can I examine my merchandise?”