Property of Potter

Filthy, despicable, murderous traitor. Take away the ‘murderous’ bit and you’ve got me pegged. I’m Sirius Black, after all. Oh granted, I haven’t been described as such in nearly four years. My godson and Dumbledore have gotten my name cleared since my help in the battle at the Ministry. I was quickly praised in the Daily Prophet not only for my ability to escape Azkaban, but for finding the need to avenge the deaths of my best friends once I figured out how to find the real traitor. They nearly declared me a bigger hero than my godson when they learned I sacrificed my hidden world in order to save Harry in the Ministry.

But in the depths of my black Black soul, I am as they once said. You see, I did betray James Potter, my best friend, nineteen years ago. And it would seem that I shall betray his son, my godson, in the same manner. I can’t help it, you understand, I’m just a filthy, despicable traitor. A self-proclaimed bastard and damn proud of it.

My betrayal of James came in the form of a beautiful redhead, not in the form of a secret being told. Perhaps, it came in the form of my utter boredom, horniness, selfishness, or that whole filthy, despicable bit discussed earlier with a beautiful redhead in the same room. Don’t get me wrong, Lily was lovely, feisty, intelligent and the perfect match for James. James, not me. I didn’t pay attention to Lily in Hogwarts as the other boys had until James began paying attention to Lily. It didn’t matter, I had a slew of other girls; other girls who were often other blokes’ girlfriends. A fact that didn’t change into adulthood. A fact that I never tried to change or understand. A fact that I should have gotten a handle on before that fateful day in Godric’s Hollow.

I could blame the weather, or Voldemort, or her husband for what took place. See, my godson was only a few months old and had a fever. Blasted weather. James was forced to head out to discuss Order matters with Dumbledore, Remus and Peter. Blasted Voldemort. And I was meant to stay and secretly watch over Lily and Harry at James’ request. Blasted James.

Not buying it, are you? You shouldn’t, I’m a bloody wanker.

So, there she stood at the sink, washing bottles as I sat at the kitchen table watching her. Lily was wearing a long skirt that clung to her hips and perfectly round backside, while flowing freely over her knees. Her red hair was loosely held up in a clip. Her breasts, still plump with milk, stayed below her open neckline but still visible enough to be tantalizing. With her slender, creamy white arms almost elbow deep in the sudsy water, a stray lock of her red hair irritated her face. She couldn’t push it away with her hands, so she made every attempt to do it with her shoulder. Not the most graceful act to witness. Not something to get a man’s blood rushing to his prick. But to a prick like me, a bored prick like me, a horny prick like me, it was enough to get me up, moving and heading for my first act of Potter betrayal.

“Let me get that,” I offered laughingly, walking to her side as she dripped suds and water every where. Gently, I intertwined my fingers with the soft lock of hair and slowly tucked it behind her ear, grazing her soft skin with the tips.

“Thanks loads,” Lily said, smiling that smile that often paralyzed James.

“At your service, my lady,” I said, flashing my trademark smile that could take a bride from her groom at the alter. Okay, so it only worked once before. I was bored and told Remus I didn’t want to go to his cousin’s wedding. But I digress.

The lovely green eyes of my best mate’s wife lingered on my smile a little longer than necessary. I took a whiff to find that she was the epitome of her name; sweet and delicate like the flower. The guilt I’m meant to have should be churning in my stomach right about now, but it’s simply tickling my side. See, so I’m not inhuman…just an unbelievable bastard.

“When are you going to marry, Sirius?” Lily asked through those smiling juicy red lips, her eyes penetrating mine. “Honestly, you need a woman to tame you, don’t you?”

I watched the words flow from her lips, already thinking about the naughty things I’d like to put on them, in them. “Tame,” I nearly whispered, entranced by the curves of her features.

My eyes raked over her face for what would seem too long, for she looks away quickly and back down at her sudsy water and bottles. “Yes. It’s just…James and I have fixed you up on several dates and…”

“They were fun,” I said, knowing she would interpret that as the dates were fun, where as I meant the shagging of the dates were fun. They were, the lot of them. Very talented young ladies, I might add. But no challenge at all. Far too easy, therefore, far too boring. “Not enough to make someone Mrs. Black, however. Perhaps…all the good ones are taken,” I added, watching her intently. I know, I know, so cliché, but it’s worked wonders for me in the past. And I was sure this time would be no different.

“Could you get that ice out of the refrigerator, Sirius, and break it up for me,” Lily said suddenly.

Okay, so it doesn’t always work. No matter, I had more in my arsenal. Despicable bastards always do.

I retrieved the ice from the Muggle contraption and wonder if she sensed my desire and would suggest I sit on the tray. As I took a freshly clean bowl out of her hand and began breaking up the frozen water, I waited for the dreaded words. When I heard none, I become suspicious as to what the hell I’m actually doing with ice.

“Um, Lil, care to tell me why I, for one, am participating in manual labor, and second, why with ice? Taken to drinking in the afternoon, are we?”

That giggle called for me to shove a couple pieces of that ice down my trousers, but I refrained.

“No, silly, it’s for Harry. I need you to put that dry towel over there in the bucket. I want to make it cool so I may put it on his head, if necessary,” she explained, that side smile lifting toward me beside her at the counter.

“I see,” I replied, my smile returning, but my eyes falling to her swollen bosom. I made it obvious on purpose to see if she’d look away. One glance back into emerald, I see she hadn’t, nor had that smile. “So the manual labor was a bonus for your entertainment, was it? Because I’m sure a flick of your wand to a towel will chill it enough to cool down my godson.”

Lily elbowed me and laughed. “Such a pureblood, you are. Had to break James of the habit of always using his wand, as well. You know, Sirius, there are some things worth using your hands for. The human touch can be very healing, very powerful.”

She apparently didn’t realize to whom she is speaking.

“I’m aware,” I said, despondently, giving her the impression that I was reluctant to give in to such things. Her light chuckle and shaking of her head as she returned to her bottle washing indicated that she bought it. My mind reeled with ideas as I played with the cold cubes. Peeking back at her, at her breasts, one idea comes to mind.

“You’re right about the hands, Lil, very healing, very powerful. But most importantly, very crafty if you don’t watch them!” And with those words, I lunged at her with two ice cubes in my hand. No time for her to react, I grabbed her around her waist and shoved the ice down her breasts. Lily squealed from fear, coldness, and laughter as I held her arms to her waist so she couldn’t move.

“Sirius Black, you sneaky little bastard!” she yelled angrily through her squeals of laughter.

Her sudsy hands and forearms splashed the water all around as she tried to break her arms free from me, cursing my name to high heaven. I kept her pressed against me, that round bottom through her thin shirt gracing my manhood. If she hadn’t been struggling so much, I’m sure she could have felt it stirring, hardening on her mounds, grinding against her purposely.

“Let me go so I may curse the pureblood out of you!” Lily demanded.

There was no way on God’s green earth I was letting that firm bottom, inadvertently stroking me through my trousers, get too far away.

“Oh, that’s a sure fire way to get me to release you, Lil!” I guffawed, as she struggled. “Reckon I should just turn the wand on myself and hex my eyebrows off now, then!”

“Hexing your eyebrows off would be far nicer then what I have planned for you, sir!” she growled, literally, and I feel it vibrating through her body.

My God, she was sexy when she was angry. James had been right about that. “Well, if that’s the case, I think I should make myself worthy of such a calculated demise…” I threatened while reaching into the bowl of ice once more. My insides were so hot at the moment, I was sure the ice could have melted away if I held onto for just minute longer. Instead, however, I blessed them with entrance into those glorious swollen breasts.

“AHHH!” she yelled, throwing her head back on my shoulder. Her neck exposed to me, I admire its length and suppleness. I remembered it laced with love-bites our seventh year when James finally convinced her to be his. Four years later, it looked just as tasty as it must have been then. “I’m going to kill you, Sirius Black! Bloody…freezing!”

Lost in admiration of her neck, it startled me when Lily began jumping up and down as best she could in my arms. The little vixen must have felt that I was rock hard and she was trying to get me to blow my load in my trousers so I wouldn’t feel the need to bury it somewhere in her body. But as she twisted her torso back and forth, when the jumping was apparently not working, I could see she was using it as a tactic to get the ice to fly out of her shirt. Not having that, I lifted my hand before I realized it, placing it somewhere I hadn’t realized…at first.

“Sirius!” Lily gasped in shock when my hand landed on the skin of her chest. “It’s-it’s freezing.” I could hear a tint of anxiety in her voice having nothing to do with the melting ice in her bosom. “Come on, stop it now!” she begged, pushing her bum back on my dick. That wasn’t helping her case and she didn’t seem to realize that at all. The only thing that could stop me now was James Apparating into the foyer outside the kitchen door. But Prongs was off in his meeting and I would soon be having it off with his wife.

“You want it out, darling?” I said to the side of her face, my voice lower than I expected it to be. My body was signaling me that it was time to go in for the kill. Lily nodded helplessly against me and I only wanted her more. “Fine.” But as she tried to move her arm to lift it toward her chest, my hand slid down into her shirt as my lips slid to her pale, freckled column.

“Sirius…” Lily said in a gasp I can’t readily identify as shock or pleasure. But when my hand grabbed a cube of ice between her bosom and slid it into the cup of her bra, I guessed it was a little of both. “Don’t…” she whimpered, but soon hissed as I licked her neck and rubbed the ice cube around her hardening nipple.

She tasted wonderful. Her skin was slightly damp from the sweat of fighting me off, mixed with splashes of dish water, and finally something all her own of what I imagined she taste like after a long bath. I bite her and she hisses some more. My arm around her other arm and waist push her even further back onto me, allowing my erection to rest between her hidden cheeks easily. So easily, I wonder if she’s wearing knickers at all. The thought of that alone caused me to issue another bite before I lick my assault.

The other cubes of ice in between her breasts seemed forgotten and were melting away quickly. I stop swirling the melted chuck around her nipple, grab for another between her breasts and pull down the other cup to ice the other nipple.

“Mmmm, stop…please…” she whimpered with her head still back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her lip held in her teeth and not meaning a single word she just said.

But I did stop, at least the icing of her one nipple. The meal I was making of her neck, however, did not stop. I kept her distracted by feasting on her so I may grab two new cubes from the bowl. I slowly released her waist, seeing if now she’ll hex me into oblivion as she promised, but she didn’t. Instead, the redhead stayed pressed against my body, against my manhood, making it eager to meet her. But that would wait, at the moment her breasts still needed my attention.

Reaching for her shoulders, I gently pulled the straps of her shirt and bra down. Then, I slowly reached in front of her and pulled the low neckline down, exposing her breasts to me and to the sudsy water. Lily arched her back against me and moaned, feeling her body being freed and taken over all at the same time. I did all I could not to lift her skirt and bury myself inside her at that moment. I stayed on my course to her breasts. Looking over her shoulder as I fed on her neck, I see her nipples are a crimson red. The pert ends look delectable, but it would be the ice cubes that would have the pleasure first.

“Sssss…” Lily moaned as I began rubbing the ice around her both nipples rhythmically, hardening them even more. Kissing her shoulder, I watched my handy work. I watched water drip from her red tips onto her hands that held onto the edge of the sink for dear life. The sight was too much for me and before I could stop myself, I thrust my pelvis forward, forgetting that I was no longer holding her in place. We tumbled forward slightly against the sink and I lose the ice cubes in the water. No matter, of course, I still had my crafty hands.

Grabbing her breasts roughly, I got back to making a meal of her neck and adding in her shoulder. The hardened, cold tips on my palms sent waves of heat through my body. Now with the sink holding her steady, I grind my manhood into her backside and try not to think about if she’s wearing knickers or not.

“Si-Si-Sirius,” I heard her stutter, her hand finding one of mine on her breasts. “We must…we must…”

“Ssshhhh, my flower…” I instructed in her ear before licking the shell.

“But, Sirius…” she continued. “It’s…”

Sensing that I’m losing her, I reached into the bowl of ice once more. “What’s the matter, Lily, are you getting too…hot?” I teased before biting her ear.

“Yes…” she answered honestly, and I can’t help but rub my erection against her once more.

Grinning devilishly behind her at her admission, I pulled her back from sink a few inches. “I can help you with that, Love,” I whispered, then eased my ice free hand down her waist to her thigh. She trembled against me, unsure, no doubt, of what I might do next. Horny enough, no doubt, to wait and see. Slowly, I showed her by tapping my two fingers on her thigh causing it to gather the material of her thin skirt. Soon, I would reveal the mystery I’d been pondering since I pressed my covered shaft against her.

Alas, Lily was wearing knickers. Very thin knickers. Knickers, that if they were on one of my other trollops, I’d gladly tear off with my teeth. But not Lily Evans Potter; she would be my most precious conquest. And I moved my hand down to her precious center, feeling the heat emanating from the thin barrier. She whimpered at my touch, but doesn’t protest. Instead, I felt her open her legs just a little for me. Sure my dick would rip through my trousers, I worked quickly. I pulled the seat between her legs to the side, seeing the trimmed layer of red hair, and proceeded to lower the melting ice cube to her folds.

“Oh, God!” Lily whispered loudly to the ceiling as I rubbed her cherry red clit with the cube.

“Like it, don’t you?” I whispered as she shivered against me, moving her backside against my pelvis, digging her nails into my hand between her legs and helping me drive her mad. “Naughty girls always do,” I added before finding her breast with my other hand and pinching her nipple.

And there I was molesting my best mate’s wife, her neck terrorized by my mouth, my hand fondling her breasts, and both our hands between her legs giving an ice cube the pleasure my dick was begging for. I was controlling and manipulating Lily Evans Potter with absolutely no shame, guilt, or remorse. I knew I belong in Hell for what I was doing. Sometimes I think that’s why I ended up in Azkaban, as punishment for what I’d done. Well, what I was going to do.

“Mmm, Sirius, I may…I think…I’m…going to cum!” Lily declared after she melted the ice away and my fingers gladly took over.

“Not yet,” I ordered, releasing her completely.

Shock was evident on her face when I turned her around to face me. And even though her lips were beckoning me to kiss them, I opted for the other set. Lifting her skirt quickly around her waist, I soon lifted Lily from around her waist and placed on her kitchen counter. “Sirius…?” she whimpered unsurely.

“Sshhh,” I answered, “just open wide,” I added, sinking down to my knees in front of her and pulling off the flimsy material she called knickers.

Never had I seen a prettier pussy. It was art. Thick, swollen folds decorated with sheared beautiful red hairs. A scarlet clit that was wet from water and her own juices, stood proud and eager for my attention. A delicious looking hole; crimson, moist and puckering at me. It was amazing that my godson had come out of such a thing and it was a shame to leave such beauty to only James.

“Oh, Sirius!”

And the taste! The mixture of cold and hot, quivering and needing, soft and not mine was incredible. My tongue didn’t know where to go first, but that crimson nub won out. Licking and sucking the masterpiece of Lily’s pussy was brilliant. Her hole trembled around my tongue when I stuck it inside. And the beautiful woman nearly made me cum on myself when she rested a foot on her counter spreading herself even further, held opened her lower lips with one hand, while grabbing a chuck of my hair with the other to push me further into her wanton snatch.

“God, Sirius, don’t stop!” Lily demanded. But it was pointless, that glorious pussy would be my meal until it liquefied in my mouth.

My tongue lapped at her femininity, feeling the heat now more then the cold the ice had caused. Her hole was tight for a woman who had given birth and I made sure to fuck it with my tongue and let my nose tickle her clit in her process. Then, the moment had arrived. That beautiful cunt began to dissolve as she shouted so loudly, I was sure Harry could have heard it. But just because she came, didn’t mean I was done tasting her. I quickly went to sucking her hole, feeding and drinking from her, trying hard not to waist any of Lily Potter.

Once I was satisfied and she was trembling mess on the counter, I stood up. Her lidded green eyes tried to focus on me as mine stared her down like she was my prey. She was. I wasn’t done with her yet. If I was meant to go to Hell for what I was doing, I wanted to earn me a proper spot.

Undoing my pants quickly, watching the slight uneasiness in her eyes, I didn’t give her a chance to recover, think or protest before I had my dick exposed. Grabbing her by her waist and pulling her closer to the edge of the sink, her hands flew to my shoulders just from the sheer force of the sudden movement. Lily gasped loudly soon after as I plunged my meat into her well-eaten snatch.

“Oh…oh…” she moaned toward the ceiling with her head thrown back after I began driving into her repeatedly.

Lily Potter felt just as magnificent as she tasted. She was better than any other woman I had had the pleasure of having because she was the one I was never supposed to. Sinfully delicious, I fucked her hard, pushing her back on the counter just so I could watch her beautiful breasts jiggle and watch my dick claiming her. Her body knew it was receiving something it wasn’t supposed to, yet it groped, stroked and consumed it, consumed me. Her eyes tried to watch us, but they fluttered close on occasion when I seemed to hit a spot inside that made them roll back into her head. I, however, was able to watch her and she, being completely in control of her and myself, was beautiful see. Prongs definitely didn’t deserve to have this all to himself.

However, had one drop of milk seeped out of her breasts as they bounced back and forth in front of me, I would have climaxed violently inside her. Luckily, it didn’t. Leaning forward, I caught one of the bouncing nipples in my mouth. Gnawing on it made her scream incoherently. When I tucked my arms under her lower back and began pounding all my glory into her even faster while still gnawing at her breasts, she lost the ability to speak. Her slick walls were tightening around my dick, trying to milk me of my orgasm as I tried to fuck hers free.

I lifted her back into her seated position and finally tasted those red lips. Her kisses in return indicated that she had been waiting for that moment as well. I knew I should have at least, left those to James; something he could only claim. But I’m a bastard, and I couldn’t allow my best mate soul possession of his own wife’s kisses! How absurd a thought! Lily’s tongue tasted fantastic and I wondered how this orifice would have felt latched around my manhood. I, at least, left that blessed act in soul possession of James. See, I’m not so bad.

But as glorious as it was, I had to break the kiss suddenly.

“FUCK!” I yelled into her neck as my body locked and my load erupted inside her. Her nails dug so deeply into her my back, she managed to scratch me through my shirt as she, too, came with all her might on my dick. Though flying high from my orgasm, I smiled in her neck knowing I’m filling her up with my juices; juices never meant to be inside her lovely body. The pussy often laced with my best mate’s seed, was now coated with my own. I take great pleasure in that fact.

Okay, so I am bad…awful…a complete shit - whatever!

Life forces still attached and still emptying, I found her soft lips once more. It wasn’t the hungry kisses from moments ago, but gentle kisses that seemed to want to keep us from using words. Words would be the tricky part, at least for her, I was still a bastard.

“Sirius,” Lily finally whispered when I released her mouth and eased out of her. The guilt was heavy in those green eyes. To heavy for comfort; she might feel the need to tell James. Can’t very well have that, can I? Ruins the joy of being a bastard; having all the fun and never getting caught. “What…” she began toward floor as I pulled up my pants.

“Don’t worry, Lily,” I said, touching her knee and lifting her chin. “I couldn’t help myself, could I, you’re so beautiful. This wasn’t your fault at all. And don’t worry, it won’t ever happen again.” Her eyes suddenly read of something that couldn’t be disappointment. I’d seen that look in my other ladies eyes, but I was sure Lily didn’t feel that way.

I flashed my trademark smile. “I can sleep at night knowing I’d finally had the greatest experience of my life with the most desirable woman in the world…” I watched her cheeks color, not from the sex I just had with her, but from embarrassment of my compliment. “Now, I could probably find that woman just for me and I can stop comparing them to you. Then again, I’m sure I will even still.”

I chuckled a little, feeling proud of my ability to conquer, control and manipulate, though I’m certain Lily read it as something endearing. I kissed her cheek before she opened her mouth. Then, Harry began to cry upstairs, interrupting the moment further. Uncertainty still read in her eyes, but Lily simply sighed, fixed her clothing and headed upstairs to my godson without a word.

Little did I know then, nineteen years later, I would be betraying him in a similar manner.
******
Unlike Lily, this conquest was premeditated. Besides, at the age of this acquisition, I knew and accepted many of my more loathsome characteristics. So, I began to watch this lovely young girl; my next, most despicable conquest.

Now eighteen, Ginny was fully developed physically, but wasted miserably on my godson. His nineteen-year-old self had no clue what to do with such a delectable, young, desperately in love woman. Had he been James, he’d have serviced the redhead in ways that would make a Healer blush. But, as I’ve come to accept, Harry is not James. I suppose I can blame my need to service the lass on my godson’s inexperienced ways. But I fear I would be blamed for my desire on the fact that I’m a self-proclaimed bastard. And who could resist the urge of coming full circle with my betrayal of the people I love and loved most in this world by shagging my best mate’s wife, and then his son’s girlfriend? After which, I may just retire my dastardly ways and settle down with a nice la….

Sorry, I couldn’t finish that blatant lie. On to the betrayal, then, shall we?

Though Ginny was now a professional Quidditch player, I could still see the innocence in her eyes. My godson, often in Auror training when she was between games, had at least had the pleasure of being her first, and maybe second. I heard a feeble attempt at lovemaking between the two one night. Harry’s still a learner. Which meant, thank God, so was she. It’s rewarding to be a teacher. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity.

And what do you know, today my prayers have been answered!

The young woman came through the Floo of Grimmauld Place in the early afternoon as I was fixing tea. Desirable even with a smudge of soot on her nose, she asked if Harry had been home yet. I get myself mentally ready, which isn’t hard. Control over my prey, not to mention myself, was old hat for me. This was the moment I had been awaiting for quite some time now.

“No, Ginny. Think he’s gone out with some friends from training,” I reply, eyeing her newly developed breasts, toned athletic legs, tiny waist, all packaged nicely in her small frame. She, however, doesn’t notice my ogling, casting those brown eyes to the floor at the news that her boyfriend was out to play.

And out to play, I reckon he was. Harry’s ‘friends’ from the Academy, was one tasty little Asian girl a year ahead of him in training. I caught how ‘friendly’ they were on the couch one evening, kissing like it was the new air, groping at her breasts with his lack of expertise. But you can’t blame him for his attempt really. I mean, to be raised by a bastard… But like I said, my godson’s still a learner, he should know better then to get caught.

Of course that bit of knowledge of Harry’s pathetic indiscretion could be shared with the lovesick girl and would aid in stripping away those treacherous barriers she calls clothes from that lean body I’d call Heaven. But I don’t rat out Harry. I’m certainly not that sort of bastard, thank you very much. I’m the sort that would want her stripping away her clothing, certain that her love’s mind is solely on her, though hers is on someone else’s on the moment. I do have standards, you know. This acquisition would be achieved only by my ability to manipulate and nothing more.

“You can always wait here for him, Ginny. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing your lovely face the moment he comes home,” I lie. The lie only being that if Harry was being the bastard-in-training he’s suppose to be, he’ll still feel guilt for what he may have done when he sees her. However, ‘lovely face’ was far from a lie.

She wouldn’t be a Weasley without some smudge of dirt on her body. I thank Merlin for this tradition, because it gives me an opportunity to touch her supple skin. I abandon my tea and stroll over to her as she stood wringing her hands and watching the floor. “You have a bit of soot still on your…” I begin, and already start gently rubbing it off the side of her cute pug nose. My other fingers rest lightly on her cheek and chin as my thumb purges her of her trademark. Her brown eyes watch my hand until it’s obvious I’m no longer cleaning her but stealing moments of pleasure by touching her skin.

“Thank…you,” the young redhead said uneasily, placing her hand gently on mine in an effort get me to stop.

“Not at all, gorgeous,” I reply in a low tone. “Can’t very well have anything tainting this lovely vision, can we?” I add, having not pulled my hand away as her gentle nudge requested. Instead, I lift her chin slightly more with my fingers and get her to look into my black eyes. She does, almost reluctantly, and a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. Her mouth suddenly had my eyes attention and I allow my thumb to glide down her nose and to her lips. The lucky digit grazes over her soft top lip, and then briefly caresses that luscious bottom one. I could feel that she was holding her breath, because her parted lips released no air.

“Thank you,” Ginny says again, this time succeeding in getting my hand to release her chin.

Turning her back to me, I sense she’s uncomfortable with my actions. And you would think that this would dissuade me from my present mission. But what’s life without a few challenges, a few risks? My little flower simply fuels my desire for her even more. Besides, turning away from me only gave me a better view of that taut backside of hers. There would be no turning back now. Well, maybe turning back…hers to me, bent over and begging for more. But later for that if I’m lucky…and I always am.

For now, the only back was mine to my kettle of tea. “Care for some tea while you wait, Gin?” I ask suddenly. At first, I receive no response, so I turn to see what she’s doing. Looking at the fireplace, she almost looks set to leave, causing me to fail. Can’t very well have that, can I? “I also have freshly made treacle tarts. You must try one,” I suggest, flicking my wand toward the tray on a near by shelf and hovering them toward her as I carry two cups of tea.

The tray hangs by her side long enough to cause her to divert her eyes from her escape. Slowly, she reaches in to grab one and I smile. When she turns back toward me and the table, she wore a forlorn look on her face. Though saddened or worried for some reason, Ginny still looks lovely. That, or I’m terribly randy. Either way, the eighteen year old would be mine.

Sitting at the table, I take a seat at the head closes to her. “So what’s the matter, Ginny?” I ask with very little real concern.

The redhead exhales and shrugs her lovely, supple shoulders, causing her tight t-shirt to stretch slightly over her bosom. I could already feel the material of the tiny green shirt under my palm when I would finally be touching her breasts. I barely hear her say, “Nothing,” before taking another bite of my pastry. Lucky pastry, my penis tells me.

Watching her watch her steaming cup of tea and refusing to continue, I reach out and touch her hand on the table. “Gin, whatever it is, you can tell me. You have my word what transpires in this kitchen will stay between us,” I say with fatherly concern, inwardly snorting at the double meaning of my statement.

Ginny lifts her gentle brown eyes toward me only briefly and I feel as though she can sense my secret audacity. Feeling sure my expression read strictly of fatherly concern, I attempt to make it stronger but feel myself fail. No matter, she looks away and back at her tea and I wish very much to strike myself for slipping. That’s not like me at all. However, the thought that she may actually see through me, excites me. And when she gently pulls her hand away, I harden even more so under the table.

My smile of game-on tugs at my lips as I watch her hold her tea up and bless the rim of the cup. “Perhaps, it’s my treacle that’s causing you grief, and you’re just too sweet to admit it. I must say, I worked very hard on these blasted things, but…” I sigh sullenly with my smile, looking down in my tea as well.

Then, I hear it. A soft giggle. A small crack in her resistance. I raise my eyes to see her giggle very lightly and smile. “No, Sirius, it’s actually…fairly good,” she says, glancing back at me with that faint smile.

So easy, I think. “Well, they very well better be considering I put a half a pound of sugar in the mix and the same weight in pure butter! The blasted tray itself should have diabetes from holding the bloody things!” I jest.

Ginny laughs a little more freely now. “Sodding…” she begins, nearly tossing the tart across the table. “My trainer would have a coronary if he knew I was eating such things, ruining my figure!” she says honestly through her chuckles.

She doesn’t notice me take a slight breath at the mention of her gorgeous figure or my smile faltering a little. “And what a terrible shame it would be, harming that body of yours.” I see her smile instantly shrink away to nothing at my comment, however, blushing a tantalizing shade of pink. I keep my eyes on her regardless of her embarrassment and don’t stress in the slightest of her smile disappearing. Nor for the nearly minute of silence that followed.

Watching her tea again, she finally speaks. “I reckon you say that to all your lady friends. Does it work usually?” she asks causally to the table, never looking at me.

Her bold question only sends more blood and desire to my loins. She’s reading me well, but I still play the game. “I’m sorry, Ginny, but any Quidditch fan would say the same thing. Can’t very well have you too plump to ride a broom,” I return indignantly. “You have a possible run for the cup coming up, haven’t you?”

Color begins rising to her cheeks for reasons other than a compliment. “Oh, I’m…sorry, Sirius. I just assumed…”

I try to hold back my smug smile at her apology and succeed just barely. “Then again,” I begin again, locking my black eyes with her warm brown, “any man blessed with sight would say the same as well.”

I’m able to keep her eyes on mine, allowing mine to sink into her as much as I would like my manhood to. My smile disappears as hers is gone without a trace. We become lost in stares of uncertainty and unwavering need for several moments.

“I should get going, then,” Ginny says, abandoning our game and standing up. Without another word, she turns and heads toward the fireplace.

I stand up too, smugly smiling behind her, watching her attempt to flee. “Should I give your boyfriend a message of any kind?” I ask, as if I’m not presently watching her bottom begging for my touch.

Ginny stops dead in her tracks at the mention of her ‘boyfriend’. I say that word on purpose to make her stop and continue to play the game as if I’m not trying to see what color her knickers are. When she doesn’t say anything, I walk closer behind her. I can smell her hair as I’m not more than six inches away from that glorious body. Mmm, my little flower, indeed.

Standing behind her, I only lean slightly to the side and dig my hand into the Floo powder. “Home, then?” I say huskily to her red hair, shaving a few inches off my distance from her.

Ginny doesn’t move her feet but slowly nods her head toward the ground. Effortlessly, I throw the powder into the fire causing the flames to rise, turn green and hiss. Effortlessly still as it burns ready to transport, I turn her around by her arm and slam my lips into hers for a bruising kiss. Her lips are stiff at first as she grunts in discontent, but as I wrap my arms around her waist and deepen the kiss…she still manages to push me away.

“Sirius!” Ginny nearly shouts, “I’m not one of your little conquests; your little trollops!”

How could such dismissive words arouse me so much? Oh, that’s right, because it’s a challenge and I’m a bastard; I only know her mum and dad, all six of her brothers, and she’s dating my godson. I’ll be lightheaded shortly for the amount of blood rushing toward my pelvis.

Quickly, I break out the lines I would use after the conquest to the ease the woman’s spirits. Ginny’s changing my game, but I must do what I can to get back on track. “No, my little flower,” I say gently, bravely getting closer to her, even braver snaking my arm around her waist and touching her cheek, “you’re not some conquest. Every man wants a small piece of Heaven for once in their lives, and I’m no different,” I whisper to her before placing my lips on hers, eager to see if this time she’ll slap me away. If she does, I swear to God, I’d unload on myself at that bleeding moment.

But by some miracle, I was still snogging Ginny Weasley. And by some other, she starts kissing me in return. Her lips were just as soft and delicious as I anticipated they would be. Every swipe of her closed lips against mine read of uncertainty, as I also anticipated. But what I don’t anticipate are my lips trembling slightly and my breath becoming shallow the moment she allows me access into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moan before I could help it, and I begin to wonder about myself. This was not usually the part where I let myself go. I’m usually already lodged deep inside the woman’s core, moments before experiencing my orgasm before I’m making any real noises of sexual enjoyment. Or, I may put on a little act for them at this moment, making them believe they are the best snog I’ve ever receive. But this didn’t…feel like an act. Maybe I actually was receiving that blessed snog.

NO! I must get control over myself. This is most unbefitting of a Black. Oh, sod my bloody family; it’s most unbefitting of Sirius Black!

My, she tasted wonderful though…

I feel my control slipping even more. Though she hasn’t attempted to move her arms that are locked against my chest as I hold her, her once timid kiss begins to take over. She’s kissing me! Her tongue is exploring my mouth with a skill I didn’t think the eighteen year old possessed! My tongue submits to her and dances with hers at her command. My little flower kisses like the devil and makes no grunts of pleasure to signify she is enjoying it, enjoying me, consuming me. I, however, am still mewing on her tongue as if it was my first real meal after Azkaban. Something’s not right.

Using her shoulders, I pull our lips away abruptly, trying to hide the shock in my eyes and surely unable to. Ginny stands there with her arms still up in front of her as if I just pulled her frozen body off me. Those innocent brown eyes still read of ambiguity. While her passion-swollen lips are still parted, she nearly paralyzes me when I see the tip of her wicked tongue lick me off the underside of her top lip.

My God, man, get a handle on yourself! I scold myself in my mind. I don’t understand what’s happening to me but I must get the upper hand on the situation and fast. The only thing that helps me is looking away from the warm brown eyes. Fortunately when I lower my gaze, it lands upon her swelling breasts. My weakness subsides and my wicked ways take over once more.

Seeing as Ginny hasn’t run away, slapped me or yelled for help, I sense I still have some control over her. I must avoid her lips for the time being if I am to maintain strength, I wisely decide. So her neck instantly becomes my meal.

“Hmph!” she grunts and I revel in finally getting a reaction out of her.

Body still in the same position it was as when I kissed her, her arms didn’t budge on my chest. Her hands, however, begin picking at my collar as if trying to hold on while I feast on that luscious freckled column. Even her skin is delicious with a faint smell of roses, truly making her my little flower.

I slid my hands down her shoulders, under her bent arms and finally encircling her waist. I feel the heat from her body rising, and if it possible, I’m almost certain the heat from mine could scorch her skin. My hands gain a mind of their own, gliding up and down her back, being graced with the ends of fiery red hair. When I switch to the other side of her neck, I grow annoyed with the arm barricade blocking her body from me. Grabbing her wrists suddenly, she startles slightly as I pull them over my shoulder, wrap my arms around her waist and pull her flush against me.

Those breasts, those wonderful breasts, which the mere sight through her shirt got me back on track in my mission, were now pressed against me. I resist the urge to take to them as I’m sure my godson has. My hands tingle with the need to touch them, grope them, free them from their restraints. But I resist it, at least the tingling in my hands.

My mouth was another matter.

Palming Ginny’s waist, I lift her off the ground. She grunts slightly in surprise, but doesn’t fight or question. Rushing quickly over to the table, I hold her up with one arm and clear the pastries and tea off with the other in one heavy swipe. As the sound of everything crashing to the floor echoes in the kitchen, I push a chair aside, and lay my prey, my prize, on the table. The brown of her innocent eyes peer up at me. I can see the wonderment, the uncertainty as she worries her bottom lip. My eyes, on the other hand, read of only of confidence, hunger and undulating need.

But damn her if she wasn’t using some form of wandless magic that challenged my skill. Still worrying that precious lip, Ginny slowly reaches down to the end of the green shirt and lifts the material up and away from her body. As the shirt is being discarded, the confidence I was so smug about begins to crack, at least internally, at her initiative. My expression maintains the façade, while my mouth waters at the sight of her breasts blessing her bra.

I lean forward slowly, keeping my eyes on hers though my mind is on those mounds. My hand lies on her hip and slowly slides up her side, over her soft skin and now quivering stomach. Her back arches a little at my touch and her bottom lip is held tighter in her teeth. The corner of my mouth curves up cunningly as she reacts to me. Her eyes still unsure, stay locked on mine. The tips of my fingers tap lightly across the skin under her breasts, teasing her purposely. Finally, I reach the center of the white silky restraint and adore the fact that it unhooks in the front. While showing off my skill of undoing such a device with one finger, I still keep my eyes solely on hers. She watches me in nervous anticipation. I surely shock her when I don’t remove the cups from each mound as any man, or boy, quickly would. Instead, I slowly lean forward, hearing the air expel rapidly from those dangerous lips. But when my lips finally come in contact with the soft skin of her chest, I hear her breath catch in her throat.

My smiling lips caress her collarbone and then slowly make their way across her chest. Her hands, once nervously on her stomach, slide to the table and grip harshly at nothing but the air. I hear a soft whimper escape her as my kisses trail up her mound. A not-so-soft one follows when the tip of my tongue glides over the silken cup and flicks the tip of her covered nipple. Glancing at up at her, smiling slyly, I flick my tongue again to see her writhe on the table. Again, I tease the end and I can see her bite hard on the luscious bottom lip, furrow her eyebrows in frustration and arch that divine meal of her neck. As my tongue continues the torture, I revel in her frustration, seeing how much she wants me to move the thin piece of material over and take that pert end into my mouth. My dick twitches just from the thought alone, now growing just as frustrated as my little flower.

But they would both have to wait as I stop the torture of her left breast and begin punishing the right just the same. However, this breast was meant for extra torture as I not only lick it through the cup, I began to gnaw and suck.

“Sirius…” Ginny inhales my name as my teeth clench gently around her covered nipple.

Her tone and the teasing not only torturing her but me, makes me want to snatch off her bra, grab her by the waist and feed greedily on her breasts. But no, I had to maintain control here. I had to have her gagging for me. I had to make sure she couldn’t reveal anymore of my weakness like from her kiss or her simply removing her shirt on her own, or when…

FUCK! Her tiny Quaffle-catching hand just slid timidly across her chest and into the cup of her breast I was teasing, pushing it out of the way. Holding her own now uncovered breast in her hand inches from my mouth, I hear insecurity in her voice as she speaks.

“Please, Sirius…” Ginny begs timidly, biting her lip in the process, “don’t you…want to taste me?” I peek up into her worried eyes and then back down as her thumb brushes over the sanguine tip of her breast.

My composure slips once more and I’m certain Harry has possessed me some how for I feel like a teenage boy. My mouth, once in control when tasting silk, lost all forms of it when tasting the hard wrinkly skin of her nipple. I shove her hand aside as I take the mound on as if I never feasted on such a glorious thing.

I hadn’t. None other had been as glorious as this one.

“Oh, God!” Ginny cries in a whisper as I lick, suck, gnaw, grope and claim her breast…that she had given to me. When that one was decorated when red blotches, saliva and my teeth marks, I nearly yank open her other cup and go to work on the other breast. God was praised once more and I’d say the same if my mouth wasn’t full of paradise.

There wasn’t a place on the left breast that my tongue hadn’t tasted. I lick the underside of her mound and swirl my tongue around the entire thing in a circle until I’m brought back to the wrinkly, red, protruding center. My other hand pinches, prods and pulls the other slick meat as I feast greedily on the other. Then I switch back and administer the same care and consideration to the first. Finally, I bury my face in the middle and push the two breasts to my cheeks as I lick up the center of them, biting and marking my way between them.

Ginny Weasley is addicting. Every bit of skin I lick, suck or bite into challenges my composure, weakening the bastard I have grown to be. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for me, she didn’t rid it of me, for I had no intentions of stopping. However, I knew this young woman on my table would be more than a conquest once I reach her small bit of Heaven.

Holding onto her milky mounds, my mouth kisses its way down her still quivering-from-nervousness stomach. Her hands, however, hold onto mine on her breasts with steadfastness and need, much unlike what her stomach’s actions were suggesting. When I tongue her navel maliciously, her breath hitches in her throat as if shocked, but her hands squeeze mine even tighter on her breasts. I, then, feel the enormous amount of heat coming from her khaki pants. Ginny’s body is warm on my lips, but the heat emanating from between her legs could possibly match the four-alarm fires going on inside of me. Her heat is so strong, I can’t only feel it, I can taste it. And taste it I shall.

With much difficulty from not wanting to, and her tight grip, I release Ginny’s breasts. I see her eyes open and the warm brown dancing with curiosity and uncertainty. My sly smile stays, peering at her in my predatory way. All this happening as I reach down to stand up a chair. Then, not saying a word or asking permission, I reach toward her stomach and watch it shake before I get there. However, it isn’t her stomach I want. My eyes on hers, I reach for Ginny’s button and zipper. Her breathing stops as I smile a little harder at her fear while I undo her pants. Pretty white knickers are revealed and I relish the innocence they represent. By the time I’m through with her, however, she should wear only knickers the color of her hair. That’s if I do my job right.

No worries. Bastards are always good at what they do.

Slowly, I pull the wretched barrier of clothing off her legs, leaving her only in her panties and nervous expression. Like the bra cups, I’m compelled to run my tongue over the silk of her panties. I must see if I can taste her through them; see if I managed to get her wet enough that her nectar has seeped through the material. Leaning down, I still hear that she hasn’t managed to breathe again. I break eye contact only when my tongue touches the silk material and I get a healthy whiff of her desire.

“Mmmm,” I can’t help but moan. I wish I could, but this little witch has a power I know not.

My tongue takes another swipe, this time lower on the silk and sinks into her folds. “Ssssss!” I hear her hiss and I feel my dick twitch. I put my tongue in my mouth and taste my accomplishment; she had soaked through her knickers just for me.

Finally, I sit. I had to tuck in properly to the meal I was about to receive. And besides that, the way she had me going, I was likely to fall to my knees when I get a chance to truly feast on her heat. Right now, however, I must have a look at the glorious dish. Eyes looking upward, I see hers aim toward the ceiling. Her pale column is moving as she is swallowing hard rapidly. I snicker a little before placing my fingers on her thigh, sliding them toward her center, entering the elastic around her leg, and finally, pulling over the seat to reveal what I wanted.

Heaven.

“My God, Ginny, you have such a pretty pussy,” I say, sure the dirty, truthful words will cause her to blush. But I lied to the lovely young girl, it wasn’t pretty. Ginny’s snatch was beautiful. Trim fire red hairs decorated her mound and swollen lips. The way the light shone on her wetness only glorified her pink insides. Her quivering hole looked too tight to enter, too precious not to. The only things that may have touched it were my godson’s pathetic efforts of exploration, an attempt at lovemaking, and her lucky broomstick.

I had only seen one pussy this beautiful once, decorated with red hairs. I wonder if it tastes as sweet?

“Really?” came the timid voice of my prey, shaking me from reverie.

“Yes, Ginny,” I say almost breathlessly, admiring its beauty. “I’m certain you taste just as wonderful. Pity, it’s wasted on my godson – your boyfriend. Since you love being tasted apparently, I’m sure he’s had the pleasure of…”

“No, he…hasn’t,” Ginny says reluctantly but still nervously.

I look up at her in shock and she keeps her watch of the ceiling. “You’re joking, Love?”

I watch her lovely head go from side to side, giving me her the answer and revealing that I need to give my godson a serious talking to about how to please a woman.

“Does it…hurt?” she asks.

Scratch that: I shall wallop my godson in that scarred head of his for his stupidity and ignorance! My God, what did they teach him at Hogwarts?

“No, darling, it doesn’t hurt. In fact…” I add, then lower my mouth toward that blood red clit and whisper, “if done right, and I often do, you’ll never experience anything better.” I could literally see the chills go through her body as I whisper to her clit. And when I spread open those lovely legs, while holding her seat to side, I feel her trembling just below her skin. However, when my tongue takes its first swipe up her rosy clit, Ginny’s entire body stiffens.

“Oh…my…” she whispers and I smile before taking an even more lavish lick at her pleasure nub. “Oh…” is all she manages this time and I tuck my tongue into my mouth and want to say that same thing. She did taste even better than I predicted, so much so, I couldn’t help but to abandon savoring the lovely redhead, and feast on her liberally instead. “OH, SIRIUS!” she yells as I began lapping in her folds as if I won’t survive unless I feed on her. Ginny’s back arches on the table, her legs spread open even further on their own, and my beautiful girl reached down to grab her seat out of my hand and hold it even further open so I may eat her even easier.

Becoming wetter by the seconds outside of my saliva, Ginny sputters incoherent words to the ceiling of my kitchen. Never had such a delicious meal been served on this table. I can taste her innocence and the lack of adequate use of her pretty pussy. Her clit is soft, hot and delicate in my mouth when I take to sucking it. Her swollen labia kisses the side of my lips back as I lick up and down between them. Her hole, my God, that beautiful tight hole sucks my tongue in greedily when I slide it in.

“Do I – ssss - do I…taste good, Sirius?” Ginny asks. Though moaning, I can still hear the self-consciousness in her voice. Little does she know. Instead of answering her verbally, I begin to fuck that tight passage with my tongue.

I pull her hips closer so as not to miss a stroke; her body still writhing on the table from my ministrations. My nose not only takes in her scent, but tickles her rosy bud mercilessly, causing her to curse and moan loudly and appreciatively. Suddenly, her body tenses up, and I smile knowing what’s coming as I continue feeding. My little flower begins cumming for me, blessing my mouth with more of her sweet juices. It was a miracle I haven’t shot off in my trousers from bringing Ginny to orgasm. This would never be a possibility with any other woman, conquest, what have you. But this was Ginny. I don’t know why but…this was Ginny. It was still a possibility as I took to cleaning up her leavings by licking the glorious pussy once more.

“No…no,” I suddenly hear her begin in an exhausted whisper. “No, Sirius…stop…” Under any other circumstances, Harry and a stampede of Hippogriffs couldn’t have stopped me from licking this small piece of Heaven, but my lovely wanted me to stop, so I did as she told me.

“Was it not…good for you, Ginny?” I ask and hate deep in the depths of my Black soul that I sound and feel worried. I would never question my skills. Bastards never do. I’ve been known to make a woman forget her own bloody name when I ravage her pussy the way I do. But to hear Ginny begging me to stop….

“No, no, it was…brilliant,” she assures the ceiling because she still hasn’t looked down at me between her legs. Good on her not to, for my smug smile has returned. My worry has disappeared as well and my cunning, manipulative ways resurfaces quickly. “I just…wanted to breathe a bit, is all.”

Hmph, not on my watch, gorgeous.

I say nothing. Still smiling at my prey, I hook my fingers into the elastic band and begin sliding her panties down over her hip. Her head finally rises to look at me and the insecurity I had licked out of her moments ago has also resurfaced. “Sirius…” she begins, “you still want…um…”

Had I stood up, my erection attempting to bust open my zipper would have given the answer to her unasked question. Instead, my black eyes sink into her warm brown as she sits up and my smile curves just a little higher on the right side of my cheek. The white knickers are freed from her body and I take a moment to sniff the seat as I watch her watch me do it. “Mmmm…” I moan toward the naked woman on my table, savoring her scent, and savoring the vision before me. “Yes, my little flower, I still want you…”

That dangerously red, dangerously plump bottom lip sneaks refuge in her warm delicious mouth as she watches me undo my pants. I begin to become jealous of her teeth worrying that bit of flesh nervously. I know I shouldn’t taste those lips again; they weakened me before. But as I free my weeping erection and see her eyes widen slightly at the realization of what’s about to happen, I can’t help it.

Grabbing Ginny’s hips, I lift my beauty off the table easily. The lithe frame is light in my hands as I pull her toward me. That lip, that blessed lip, is freed but quickly captured by my mouth. I moan as I taste it, taste her, making her taste her own sweet nectar in and on my mouth. Then we both whimper as I slide her onto my throbbing erection. Well, she whimpers and I…don’t whimper, of course. It’s just…my vocal chords…accidentally…emanate this…high pitch sound I had never heard myself make before. If I were to go back to the blame game, I’d say it was the blissfully tight heat I sunk into slowly.

My God, I never felt anything so tight, so hot, so wet, so perfect…so mine.

Ginny breaks our kiss, not actually possessing the ability to keep her mouth closed anymore as I lift her up on my dick and sink her back down. “Oh…my…” she breathes into her my mouth, holding the sides of my head and squinting her eyes close. The redhead’s body stiffens as if needing to adjust to me, as if I were the first ever to have the pleasure of entering her body, or as if I’m far too much for her to handle. Either reason, I’m never known to allow a woman to adjust, I just take.

But not this time. My usual selfishness starts to wan once more and I hold her tightly around the waist and kiss at her open mouth until it relaxes. Soon, as we sit there not moving, Ginny’s mouth responds to mine and she’s administering those kisses that make me glad I’m already seated, I’m already inside her, and I don’t have to work anymore to reach that goal. Her mouth and tongue are vicious on me, like I was to her glorious pussy. She kisses me with so much passion, I think she’s trying to accomplish with her mouth what we’re meant to do down below. Regardless, I feel no fear or apprehension in my lovely’s actions. My head is nearly over the back of the chair from her forceful, consuming, tantalizing kisses.

But I need more. I need to endure her hungry mouth while my manhood claims her snatch greedily. It twitches inside her at the thought and I feel her stiffen a little more on top of me. Ginny is afraid. The corner of my mouth attempts to smile but it is quickly devoured by her unassuming-so kisses. I feed on her fear, though something deep inside of me wants to protect her and make her feel safe in my arms. Unsure how to deal with such feelings for a woman, I go for what I know.

“Fuck me, Ginny,” I whisper into her mouth, feeling her stiffen again at my blunt words.

Though she attempts to continue our kiss, her lips lax and oddly begin to tremble. “I-I-I don’t know…how to, Sirius…” she admits in a timid whisper.

I only smile and look into her nervous brown eyes. My little flower wasn’t a virgin, had I not heard her and Harry before, I would have known simply from entering her. Gloriously tight she was, but virgin she was not. Inexperienced, however… “Never been on top, have you, my love?” I whisper back. She shakes her head like a shame-stricken child, lowering her gaze from mine. “No worries, Ginny. It’s like riding your broom in a match…”

Lifting her gaze back to mind, I could see the timid nervousness was replaced with bewilderment. “Like…this, you mean?” Ginny asks, then suddenly those slender lovely hips slide forward and back causing us both lose our breath.

I swallow hard. “Y-yes, darling. Like that…” I breathe…least I think I’m breathing.

She moves forward again and I feel my meat shifting inside her walls. The slick, hot passage is squeezing me, pulling me, gliding up then down me. My little flower’s lips, meanwhile, are on mine, not kissing, not closing, just breathing as she practices her skill. I, meanwhile, am doing all I can not to shout obscenities into the beautiful face leaning against mine, expressing how ridiculously exquisite Heaven feels.

It was her lips that saved me from using mine. Not caring that she was still trying to breath through her mouth as she learn to ride my dick properly, I take over her mouth. This time I take it over, not the eighteen year old taking over mine, not the prey controlling the predator, not the girl over taking the…

Oh, holy FUCK, she’s done it again!

Ginny’s tongue wrestles mine into submission and it’s only allowed to dance with her in lead. My lips are bitten and growled upon as she holds the side of my face again and holds ME in place. Sucking the air out of my mouth, while skillfully fucking it out of me at the same time, I find myself submitting to Ginny Weasley in my kitchen chair.

“Is it… Am I…doing it right?” she suddenly asks, shocking me for a moment because I’m drowning in how good she feels and forgetting that she’s just a learner.

“Brilliant, my love,” I assure her with what couldn’t be one those blasted whimpers. No, I refuse to believe it as such. If it was, I can’t do it all alone.

My hand sneaks down between us. Her gorgeous body is still moving on me, taking me, fucking me that she doesn’t even notice the gesture. However, my little flower does notice the moment my finger touches her clit. “Ahhh!” The strangled cry escapes her after releasing my mouth and looking down between us. I make sure to move my finger circularly, slowly, allowing her to watch me drive her mad. “Sssss, oh, Sirius…” Ginny moans watching her rosy nub being massaged, manipulated, and teased.

“Your pussy feels so good, Ginny,” I say to her bluntly, knowing my godson would never say anything so dirty to her.

“Mmhp!” she grunts, her expression looking as though she is in pain. But she isn’t. My little flower, with her clit being stroked and dirty words flowing into her ears, wraps her luscious legs around the chair, digs her nails into my shoulders and attempts to grind me into a pile of dust.

“FU-” was all I could manage out before Ginny slams her mouth onto mine as she fucks me.

Fucks! Me!

Please understand, I may have requested her to do so, but I never meant for it happen. I fuck the girl, woman, women, other people’s women. I never get fucked! And not only is this beautiful girl, woman, my godson’s woman, fucking me, but she is fucking me extraordinarily well. That tiny powerful button I’m pressing has turned her into a sexual lucid creature on my lap. God bless it!

Or perhaps not.

I’m losing here. Losing control over her. Losing myself inside her. Losing control over myself. This can’t happen to me. I don’t know how to handle this. I’m weakening. I’m weakening for her. And as I start to feel that pretty, delicious, tight, hot, wet pussy bounce up and down vigorously on my dick, I feel another bit of my control lost.

“Shit, I’m…going to cum!” I declare to the air, breaking free of her tortuous mouth, and WELL before her. I never cum before the woman. Never! Damn you, Ginny Weasley!

Then it happens. I feel myself ejaculating almost violently inside her as if I hadn’t cum in ages. Her walls are wet with me now and yet, she hasn’t climaxed. Nor has she slowed down. I keep the rhythm of playing with her clit though I am spent beyond belief. My little flower’s red haired head is back as she is now freely sputtering obscenities to the ceiling of my kitchen and grinding me into paralysis. Harder she grinds and harder she grinds and I feel sure she wants to yank my dick straight off. The way she’s made it feel, I’d gladly give it to her just to watch her fuck herself with it.

With that thought, and feeling sure if I allow her to keep going, I’d get hard again and toss her table for another round, I decide to bring my darling to her end. With my thumb and my index finger, I take that wonderful red, wet nub between them and pinch it.

“OH, GOD! OH, GOD!” she yells instantly and instantly throws her body forward on mine as she climaxes. I release her clit and wrap my arms around her waist tightly, in need of feeling her climax in more ways then just around my dick.

Her precious body trembles in my arms. Her breathing sounds as if she just ran for her life. She holds onto me as if I was the one who saved her from whatever she was running from. I hold Ginny close as if I was that savior. I don’t want to let go. In more ways then one, I don’t want to let go.

But filthy, despicable bastards always let go. Don’t they - I mean…we?

I don’t know where I belong anymore. Judging by the tightness of which I’m being held, I know where I’m wanted. I wonder if she’s feeling the same way in my arms….

“Sirius, I’m home!” I hear Harry bellow from upstairs. He had knack for making his presences known at times such as these.
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