If she really hated this, why didn't she just quit? "Will you forfeit?" he asked softly, running his cream-coated fingernails over her clit. "I'll stop now if you want. Just say it."
She glanced down her body at him, her chest heaving up and down in quick succession, and slowly bent her knees, opening herself up to him. "If you stop now, Weasley, I'll bite your dick off for sure when it's my turn, and to hell with the rules," she promised him.
He tore his gaze from her pussy and looked up into her face… and finally saw what she'd been holding back: lust for him, heady and strong in her sparkling, dark eyes. Pansy Parkinson wanted him. His brain switched off, and the game suddenly didn't matter anymore. Damn the consequences, he really wanted her back.
Dropping his gaze to focus on her pleasure, he teased the entrance to her quim, rubbing cream all over it and the soft, fleshy lips surrounding it, and used his free hand to encourage her to drop her knees to the sides so she would be wide open for him. She complied without resistance.
He nearly lost his sanity then as he stared straight into the heart of the most perfect pussy he'd ever seen: swollen lips, a button-shaped, engorged clit, dark rosy skin, and a glistening core.
All for him.
A slave to his own lust now, Ron pressed forward, letting his mouth have at her for the first time. He swiped up the middle with a tongue thick with saliva, and pressed a deep, thorough kiss to her centre. "Bloody hell," he swore as he pulled back, licking his lips to capture the salty-lemony-strawberry essence that glossed them. "Shite, you taste so good," he murmured, liking the flavour. He licked her again, pressing his nose into her and inhaling at the same time.
"Fuuuuck. That's… oh, man. So good." Throwing her calves over his shoulders, he lifted her hips off the floor, angling his face closer. "Want more," he growled, and set his mouth to the task of devouring her.
Pansy absolutely wailed in pleasure as he latched onto her clit and gave it a good draw. She thrust her pelvis at him in a rocking motion, rubbing her pussy all over his chin and lips. "Yes! Don't stop! Oh, gods, don't you darestop!" she begged.
Her legs tightened around his neck and she bucked against him with strength, nearly squeezing him to death between her thighs. Ron didn't mind in the least, though; it was actually a serious turn-on for him knowing he could so completely unhinge the Ice Queen of the Hogwarts Dungeon. He continued his ruthless exploration as she quivered all around him, lapping over every inch of her cunnie, sucking her tender flesh into his mouth, and thrusting his tongue deep inside her channel.
Gods, she tasted of perfection as well. And her scent…
Her fingernails scrabbled across the carpet, seeking purchase as he tilted her world upside down and within moments, he made her come so hard that she actually screamed to the ceiling and arched her back until her hips locked straight out. He drank her warm, shuddering orgasm up, muffling his moans into her flesh as he swallowed her delicious essence. "Let me… at you!" she pleaded, reaching
for him as her orgasm released her and she relaxed at last in his grip again. "Damn you, Weasley, I want you! Let me down!"
He raised his head from his feast and lowered her bottom to the floor, scrabbling up her body until only inches separated their mouths. They stared at each other, fast breaths mingling, hearts pounding in a compatible rhythm, dawning realization taking them both away in that moment.
In a flash, she was on him, thrusting her fingers into his hair and pulling him down on top of her, claiming his lips for their first kiss. It was as wild and out of control as they were in that moment, as they equally moaned and gasped around pulls of skin, reveling in the madness of their lust.
Wrapping her legs about his waist, and with strength he didn't think she had, Pansy rolled them to her left and suddenly Ron was underneath her.
"Your turn," she panted.
Flipping around so that her quim was back in his face, she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, freeing his aching, hard cock from his pants and taking him up in a tight, feminine fist. Fuck, her grip felt good! Watching between their bodies, he caught the whole show as she lowered her mouth onto him, stretching her darkly-rouged lips around his head and sinking low, taking him down her throat in one glorious motion.
Ron lost the last of his marbles at that. He reached for the bowl of cream, smeared it all over her exposed skin, grabbed onto her hips, and lowered her onto his face once more.
They moved in perfect tandem, and Merlin, the witch knew what to do! Parkinson gave him the best blow of his life, her mouth plummeting down to the hilt with each quick downward stroke, creating hard suction that bordered just this side of pain with each upstroke, just as Ron liked. He wasn't a big man, he knew, but he was a decently sized bloke at six inches. Still, she took the whole length of him into the moist cavern of her mouth, licking and sucking at his prick like he was some kind of Honeyduke's lolly. And every time she moaned, it vibrated straight up his shaft, making his sac clench.
For his part, Ron gave as good as he got, utilizing every trick in the book, even running the tip of his tongue over her clit, signing out his name as if to prove to himself that he'd possessed at least this much of her.
Very quickly, they were both on the edge, ready to explode together. "Parkinson, I'm gonna come!" he warned her. "Pull off if you don't want–"
She sank down low on him again and tickled his base with the bottom of her tongue as she pulled back up. That did it. His knees folded up of their own accord, his back arched off the floor and he roared his pleasure as he released. Pansy took down every drop of him, swallowing convulsively, moaning right along with him. Clearly, she liked his taste, too.
Panting as he released the last of his spurting seed into her warm, wet cavity, he belatedly realized she hadn't found her own fulfillment yet. That just didn't seem quite right to him, especially given what she'd just done to him, so pressing his tongue into her entrance, he fucked her with it again, and played with her clit with his fingers. With a few swipes, he had her moaning, squirming, and tightening up around him as before. "Come on, baby doll," he mumbled, coaxing her, wanting fervently to pleasure her a second time. "Give yourself to me."
Apparently, that was the magic phrase, because Pansy climaxed again, shouting and bowing her back like a cat in heat. Her blissful cry was loud and she was completely uninhibited in that moment… and Ron found that he really dug that. He held her hips still as he greedily drank her up, and when she was finally done convulsing, he placed kisses over her soaked lips, her inflamed clit, and her sopping entrance before letting her go.
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