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Tic tock. Tic tock. Tic tock.
It was an intense showdown. It is an intense showdown.
Silvery eyes stared at emerald ones. Intense, seductive and equally calling in. With no ounce of signs of who’s going to look away or who’s going to give up.
The two remained strong, determined and stoic as they took in what the other is giving. One fueled by the knack of natural control and the other just because. Even from the distance between them, considerable feet away from each other, the heat in his gaze melted the cold ones in her own.
As Harry lifted his lips to let out a coy smirk, Dracy raised an eyebrow. She judged the meaning but did not dare question it. She watch the man lift his glass to take a sip of his branded whiskey, neat.
She did not let herself be defeated. After all, this game has to be as competitive as possible. If she so just give it up easily, what would that make her? Her name, as infamous as it may be, she centered as someone who’s hard to tame. Like a lion, tiger or a python.
She matched his smirk with a devious grin and took a step to the side, keeping her eyes trained to his movements and try to figure out what his actions are going to be. She will not just back down.
They’ve been at the rows of gambling their own bodies, bets of unbridled mysteries, call of the flesh has been tethering for some sort of bargain, a message to drown into throes of passion.
It was a little uncalled for… Or maybe, really uncalled for. After all, this should not be the kind of their game but for some twisted magical entity hovering above their heads, they stepped in beyond the line that wasn’t really there before.
The start was blurry and something they’ve brushed to the side as years of pent-up energy from being the Wizarding World’s most famous cat and mouse have been restricted for fear of risking safety.
A complete comedy. Who’s even cat? Who’s the mouse? That they don’t know nor they stopped to know. But neither of them backed out. Losing and failure are off their own list. If there’s something the both of them could agree on, it’s that never to back down from a challenge.
Whether it be a challenge in the field of their job, a quidditch match, a game in the conference room or this.
A game that can only end in one possible outcome.
Which may have gambled more than they could handle. As the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Valsken Vokbin, have said to them in different occasions, you have soul in you, darkened by wrong introduction, fueled by tension.
Whatever the Minister meant, they don’t care. Winning is their ultimate goal.
So, after months and months of sexual tension, all the touches, brush of fingers, accidental meetings, coy glances and suggestive bite of the lips, they have come to the conclusion that things have yet to come to an end.
Whatever this is will come to an end. Tonight. Midnight. Early dawn. Only one will hold the rights to brag, be smug about it.
Determination fueled the both of them as they stared to one another, gazes glued and unfaltering, unblinking and leveled with each other’s plans.
Harry can feel the excitement surging in but also the desire to quicken things up. Ravage her in a way she doesn’t even know she wants but he does. He does. He knows the effect he has on the blonde woman. From the way he would strut down the Ministry aisle, halls, rooms, and her department, he would feel the weight of her gazes, the goal in them and all those not so subtle checking outs.
It did not help that the woman tonight is as gorgeous as a myth could tell. She was extremely exquisite in her silk gown, the slit up to her thighs which gave him generous amount to gawk at. She was simply daring.
He always had found her like a pit of fire, one whose presence exudes cave in but the mind in her told her to fight it. He was the only one who managed to dare try to break that.
It wasn’t easy to worm his way in. Dracy Malfoy is just hard to woo. Plus the icy demeanor she seems to carry all around work seems to be too intimidating. But he rather finds it stimulating. All he wants to do right now is to get her out of this boring Ministry Gala, rip that gown off of her and have his way with her.
But no. Because the woman chose to be such a tease, chose to match the way he stares, the way he unabashedly look at her from head to toe, chose to mirror his actions and chose to rile him up.
She’s going to get it.
Maybe not all the way tonight but if she chooses to give him the permission, why not give her something to remember by? He smirked, tilting his head as he eyed her from the other side of the venue.
She was slowly taking a walk while keeping her eyes on him. The glint in her eyes held the expectations of awaiting victory and he gave her this moment to think she will.
Harry has a lot in store for her. He sighed as he remained standing at his spot. He began to follow her actions, the way her feet glide to the floor like water, to the way the material of her gown hugs her body and the way it moves like a second skin.
What would he do? He let his mind wander for a bit. He’s sure Dracy can take a lot. The woman is an embodiment of strength and capability. She’s skilled and talented but what can he do? A lot actually. One of which she’ll love by the end of this lifeless gala. Throw in some interesting fun and have every way with her.
He raised an eyebrow when he saw her fingers casually caressing a man’s shoulders, gliding them smoothly along his expensive robes and the feigned innocence in her face as she began to converse with the man. She made sure to stick her left thigh in the view, calling the attention of the available bachelors around them.
He gritted his teeth. That’s way out of his bounds. She’s teasing him and all of men around her. She should only be teasing him and not pulling others into the picture. Fuck, she’s his to undo and not for them to wink at.
He gripped his glass a little too tight to try control his nerves. What did he say a while ago? Ah, this is her moment to think she’s winning. The both of them knows he’s already the winner before all of these things started.
Yes, he’s just that good and that isn’t coming from his bragging confidence. It just flows directly from his heart.
His little tiger. Oh, his little tiger.
He let out a throaty chuckle and darkened his gaze. He reveled in the slight hesitance that ceases her movements until she ticked her jaw and proceeded with her plans. Dance with a fucking stranger.
He adjusted his suit and fixed his facial expressions. He laid the glass at the cocktail table beside him and straightened up. He needs to will his cool or he’ll just grab her out of here and fuck here in the hidden alcove. But she doesn’t deserve that.
She deserves to be touched, gradually, his fingers tapping against her pale skin to feel the warmth radiating off of her body to the way she’ll shiver before him.
He took a step closer, weighing his movements and watched her like his prey.
Dracy felt her insides churn as she observed him from her peripheral vision. She appreciated the need to claim in his lusty eyes and the clench in his fist. She didn’t miss the movements that gave him away.
He is as hungry for her as she is craving for him. That can’t be denied.
She loves the way she makes him feel. She loves the control she has on him. She loves his reactions when she touches another man. She loves riling him up if it meant having her way after. She giggled at whatever the man was saying as they danced in the middle of the dance floor.
She wasn’t even listening. The only thing she knows is that Harry is coming closer. Closer and closer. His steps full of intention and promises and his presence practically yelling in all corners of the venue hall.
The way he carries himself fascinated her. He has this air of nonchalance and at the same time, plenty of raw expressions written in his face. It draws her in as to why a man like Harry Potter can be two sides of the same coin, all seasons, day and night.
From one side, he’s bright and the other, dark. He has his sun but he’s also his moon. She’s not sure if she’s using the right words to describe the man who alone made his name across Wizarding World but she’s using her words like how she’s seeing him.
She’s also sure of one thing. The man is full of experience and she dreads whether she wants to be scared at that or check it for herself. But as her body stepped closer to the man, she learned what her body chose.
Tease him more.
Her hands locked around the man’s nape, pulling him down as she leaned closer and whispered, “Mmm, handsome”
The compliment itself wasn’t for the stranger but for Harry who’s suddenly few steps away from them. His arms crossed in his chest, flexing his muscles proudly with a grim expression on his godly face. The three piece suit he wore did things to her.
It makes her crave for him more. The way the material hung to him like it belongs there all the time and the way it rightly fit and the good kind overwhelming. Fuck, he can create havoc with his hotness. Just majestic but not too damn showy.
She gulped when the song ended and Harry made a beeline. He tapped her dance partner in the shoulder and when he turned around to look, she felt him tensed. Of course, everyone knows Harry fucking Potter. The man who was elected Minister of Magic who fucking declined the opportunity.
Who does that? Obviously, only Harry Potter.
“May I have a dance with the fine lady?” he asked, voice measured and cold.
It sent waves of excitement in her. She bit her lips to hide the grin in her face, “I’m sorry, Mr. Potter but I actually have plans with him”
She expected his stare to grow colder but no. He smirked. Harry smirked. He fucking smirked as if her mere statement was downright silly.
“Is that so, tiger?” he stated more than questioned, playful and menacing. She felt the tingling in her spine and she knew then she’ll be fucked. Figuratively and literally.
No one had ever seen a jealous Harry Potter and neither did she. What she’s seeing right now is greed, the need to cling to her because she’s his and fuck if she doesn’t agree to it.
But this is boring without a fight.
“Yes. After all, this gentleman deserves to have some fun” she knew she’s risking it, she knows she’s putting herself to peril, trapping her to what awaits her but she’s enjoying it. Enjoying the way there’s an immediate tick in his sharp jaw and the way his eyes flashed with annoyance, "With me"
Harry never shares. That’s one of the not so many things she knows about the man. Whatever available is out there, he gets it. How can Dracy be an exception?
The man cleared his throat, aware of the tension between the both of them as he took a step to the side and pulled his hands away from her.
“Mr. Potter” he spoke, almost stuttering, “I believe I have some business to attend to. Excuse me” he left before Dracy can even say anything. She rolled her eyes. She hates wizards who has no bones to offer, no spine to brave. Weak.
But Harry? No. He’s far from weak and that is why she’s doing everything to let the man crack. It sends jostles of sensation in her core. Throbbing, beating, and desperate.
She stood before him as their surroundings faded into a blurry jade. That’s one of Harry’s mastered ability. The way he earns her attention like no other and in turn, the way he returns the fervor equally.
“Careful there, tiger” he spoke, voice dropping stern and firm. He raised a hand and tilted her chin up with his index finger, “Don’t waste this energy in the public, darlin’” he whispered and took one more step closer.
Dracy fought the urge to gasp or pant or fuck, whimper. One finger. One fucking finger in her chin and she’s reduced into a puddle.
Who does it? Obviously Harry fucking Potter and his goddamn pet names.
“I wouldn’t want to strip you of your attitude when I could use all of it in the bedroom” he leaned close to her ear, “My bedroom”
She bit her lips, hands clenching on the sides of her gown. She was supposed to be teasing him, supposed to be riling him all the way, sucking him out of his proud exterior and strip him off to reveal who really is behind his restricted facade in the public.
But as quick as she felt the hair in her nape rose, the tables have turned. The man who have no problems with feisty women like her.
She felt his warm breath at her neck and smelled the manly scent that invaded all her rationality and sensible judgment.
She knew he knows the effect of what he’s doing to her and the smile that blossomed in his face says it all. Damn him… wait, no. Fuck him.
Harry pulled away, staring down at her as his finger slid up to the her lips and caressed the outline, “I like your fire” he confessed.
She stood silent. Not having the strength to push the man away because in all reality, she’s enjoying his lavishing attention as well. The only wizard who have such power to get a reaction from her other than the rejection she’s known she’s quick to give.
“But don’t play with it too long and too intense, sweetheart. You might pay for it in the end” he peck a kiss on her cheeks and stared at her for seconds to gauge her reaction, as if waiting for something. When seconds turned into a minute, he winked and turned around to walk away.
He barely made it six steps when she huffed and rolled her eyes, “And if I want to?” she challenged, successfully stopping the man from completely retreating, “Pay for it that is”
Harry was fast to turn his back around with a satisfied grin and her lips parted in realization. Fuck, that’s the bait. She just took the fucking bait willingly. She trapped herself.
Oh, fucking hell. She can feel herself drowning in anticipation. Of what he can do to make her pay, of what she can get from him. She felt her pussy clenched and she stared at him with bated breath.
Since when is she this easily affected?
He returned to his place few inches from her. With no regards of the witches and wizards surrounding them, he began to circle her, rounding her with such ease. It bothered her for how he seems to be so unaffected while she’s barely even standing.
She almost didn’t notice the song that began to play. The tune slow and sultry. It roared around like an alluring set of music to tone up the tension between them. She didn’t pay any mind when people began to dance around them, the way they were ignored as if they weren’t even dare but she knew, she knew they aren’t.
She can feel some of the eyes observing them, wondering what had her stone glued in the middle of the dance floor, suddenly so subdued and unmoving. They wondered how but she didn’t care. Not when when she felt Harry stopped behind her, his front pressed to her back. His broad torso hard against her soft skin.
With all the clothes separating them both to each other, Dracy still felt so bared. She gulped when Harry laid a palm on her left arm, gliding it down, his warmth seeping in inside her.
In silence, he moved smoothly. His palm reached her wrist to her hand, unclenching it from gripping her dress too tight. He closed it at the back of her hand and lifted their conjoined hands to lay below her breast while his other hand slid to hug her waist.
She nearly let out a keening noise. Nearly gave all of herself away. This was far too intimate for the public dance floor. Too many eyes, too many onlookers. But fuck, she didn’t care anymore.
“I love this song” he murmured behind her as he began to move, guiding her to follow his sway.
Did he plan this? Did he plan the music? Did he plan for this dance? For the timing?
She stepped to the side, swaying her hips because if she cannot pull away from his hold, she’ll do anything in her power to try to instill her control. Even though they knew she wouldn’t really.
She can feel him at her buttocks. The hardening length, huge and surely, powerful. She can feel all of him above her and his clothes. She can feel him.
She leaned her back, her head resting on his shoulder and nearly mewled when Harry tightened his hold.
“I’m loving this song” he murmured, head tilting down. His mouth close to her ear and he was half tempted to kiss on her earlobe, pull it between his teeth but it was no time for that. It’s no time for that yet.
“Hmm, don’t go boneless on me, tiger” he mocked when he noticed her eyes threatening to close and her body relaxing, “No fire anymore?”
She glared at him, “Shut up”
He chuckled mischievously as he untangled his right hand, “You had your fun already”
She didn’t respond knowing there’s more Harry has to say.
“It’s my turn” he whispered huskily and Dracy felt her pussy dampening at the change of voices.
He pulled something out from his pocket and discreetly slid it in her palm, “That’s the key card to my suite. I have a drill for you, sweetheart. Listen, yeah?”
She hesitated. Heart beginning to race with her thoughts. This is where she makes a decision. This is where she’ll be giving up her teasing and all of her fire. Fuck, what would it be?
“If you want it as much as I do, say yes. If you don’t, walk away, tiger. Your call” he added, allowing her a moment to ponder on her choices because they both knew if she gives the signal, it would no longer be her in charge.
She gulped, lifting her head up from his shoulder and focused straight ahead. This is what the unspoken gamble have lead them to. All those teasing and playful glances from the past few weeks have led them to conclude it now.
Give control or walk away.
She took a deep breath. She know she’ll be satisfied. But this line they’re going to cross would breach a subject they both need to talk to in the future. Her pussy gushed when she felt a kiss in her ear, lips barely touching her skin but it’s there, she felt it.
“W-what is it?” she stuttered.
She felt Harry grinned in appreciation, liking her response, "What are they, sweetheart?" he corrected.
Oh, fuck. She's fucked.
“Want you off this dress. Want you in your panties only, kneeling in my bed and wait for me” he ordered firmly, command with no position to oppose. His tone went from stern to definitely serious with a hint of gentleness.
“No touching yourself, tiger. Behave, hmm?” he mumbled and when Dracy nodded, he chuckled more so to calm him down especially when he felt his cock gave a throb.
It’s nice to know he’s as affected as she is.
“Yes” she managed to crooked out.
Harry hummed, “Good girl”
She nearly dropped to her knees on the dance floor.
She followed what he wanted her to do. She took her dress and bra off, folded them neatly on the table. Took her shoes off and put them beside the door and kneeled in the middle of the massive bed.
She did not even try to look around Harry’s room. She willed herself to behave like he wanted her to. She itched to slid a hand down her cunt, pinch her clit and play with herself but Harry specifically told her not to so she closed her legs tight.
She can feel how soak she is down there and for the seconds passing waiting for the man, she was growing impatient. Her body gnawing to act bratty and was wondering what’ll happen if she goes against his drill.
But no. None of that tonight. Fuck. Where the hell is he?
As if on cue, the door opened and there he is with his glory. He locked the door behind him and stared at her as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed.
He took in her appearance and was satisfied when she followed her orders. Rightfully and carefully so.
“Such a good girl” he praised. It did not miss his notice when Dracy shivered at his compliment. He smirked. So, that.
He took his time. Hands peeling his jacket off and removing his waistcoast after until he’s left of his sleeves, ties and trousers.
Kicking his shoes off, his eyes traveled to her enticing neck to her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard and his mouth watered at the view, “So gorgeous”
Dracy felt her cheeks warmed. She had experience with men gawking at her in the bedroom but none were as bold and intense as Harry was doing with simple fucking words. It does all things unimaginable to her and she had the sudden desire to ride him all night.
Oh.
“Let’s go over your safewords, tiger” he began, “What will it be?”
She gulped before answering the first one that comes to mind, “Seed”
Harry grinned, “Is that has something to do with what you think you’re getting tonight?”
She blushed. Fuck. She had not thought of that. She swears. She shook her head and Harry chuckled, “I’m joking, tiger. Ease up”
“But if you don’t want to stop and only need a moment, use the traffic system. Are you familiar with it?” he asked and she nodded.
“Red for stop, yellow for give me a moment and green for it’s good” she recited for him, biting her lips when his eyes sparkled with acknowledgment.
“And if you can’t speak, knock on the headboard three times”
She nodded in response. Thighs brushing with one another to relieve herself which Harry definitely noticed.
He tutted, “Ah, ah, ah”
She behaved almost instantly. She fidgeted with her fingers as she watched Harry took his tie off and rolled it in his left hand before unbuttoning his sleeves, throwing it haphazardly on the floor after. He was left on his trousers with an obvious tent in it and she let a whimper out at the size of his cock. It’s huge. Fuck, the image of it filling her up. She spoke without a thought, “Harry”
He only hummed and gestured for her to come closer. She crawled at the edge of the bed and looked up, tongue licking her lips at the sight of his dazed expression.
Yes. Fuck yes.
He lifted his right hand and grazed his knuckles on her cheek causing her to lean on the touch.
“You won’t cum until I tell you to, alright?”
She wanted to whine. She wanted to complain. She wanted to cum as many times as she was (maybe twice the amount her past lovers managed to pull from her) but she knew Harry’s in control because she gave him the chance to when she made the decision to come here.
She whimpered, doe eyes trying to beg him to let her cum when she wants to.
He smiled at the sight, leaning down to rub his nose to her, “Sweetheart”
She pouted and nodded, “Okay”
He rewarded her a passionate kiss, starting the play. His tongue danced with her, coaxing another noise from her before pulling away.
“Lie back on the bed, arms up”
She followed, eyes following him when he moved from his place. He stood at the right side of the bed before leaning down, one knee above the mattress.
Dracy arched her back when she felt him tying her wrists at the headboard using his tie. Not too tight but enough to constrict her from pulling away. She gave an experimental tug and she had a vision of the torture of not having the chance to hold him, scratch his back with her nails.
“Harry” she moaned, feeling her wetness pooling on the sheets without so much effort.
“Remember your safewords, darling” he reminded her, giving one more kiss on her lips before moving to nose at her jawline, "They're of utmost importance. Don't like it, use them"
Thus, it began.
“You’re so pretty to me like this. Wish you could just see yourself” he whispered, teeth grazing her lobe teasingly, a hand touched her stomach, fingers dancing against her skin.
She panted and gasped and everything she could only do given the restrictions on her part. She loved his lips, his mouth on her and her impatience was threatening to spill out from her system.
Her ability for wandless spells at the tip of her tongue but she tried not to. No, no. Fuck. She knew she’ll love it no matter how much it would be a torture as much as it is going to be pleasure.
Her eyes rolled at the back of her head when his fingers dipped in her sternum. His lips hovering at her throat and leaving feathery kisses. He sticked his tongue out and lick a wet striped at the side of her neck before giving it a bite.
She keened at the sensation of his teeth biting and lips sucking. She knew there’d be a mark, a huge one for that matter. A symbol of his claim.
Shit, shit. Her legs opened on their own accord. She could feel how ruined her panties are and how wet she is from her own arousal, slick sliding out of her cunt.
“You smell good, tiger” he murmured between kisses and love bites, “You looked so good in that gown, so elegant with the way you move”
Yes, yes.
“H-harry”
His hand cupped her breast and began to play with it. Massaging the flesh in his palms, intentionally avoiding her nipples.
“Harry” she whined, “T-touch me”
“Patience, tiger. I only want to hear your moans, pleas and my name in your mouth” he pulled back to give a firm glare and she nodded in defeat.
She bit her lips as Harry went back to her collarbone to lick down at the top of her breast to her sternum, peppering them with marks until he was satisfied.
“Fuck, oh, harry” she whimpered loudly, “Please”
He thumbed at her nipple, pushing back before gripping it between his fingertips. He rolled and pulled on it, giving both pleasure and a tinge of pain in her. Her pussy reacted and throbbed. She was so sensitive, few kisses and touches and she’s utterly spent.
Her chest heaved and she arched her back, “Please, fuck, yes, Harry”
His mouth closed to her other breast, teeth pulling on her nipple as his hands began to travel south. He quickly moved on his spot until he was hovering above her, pinning her with his gaze, taking in her expressions as Harry’s fingers dipped in her navel, drawing circles and tapping seductively.
“Come on. Want to hear those pretty little whimpers for me, tiger. Want to hear my name from your lips, the noises, let me know I’m making you feel this good” Harry said roughly, his palm suddenly cupping her clothed pussy and Dracy moaned loudly, "Only I is making you feel this good"
“Fuck! Harry, ooh, fuck. Yes” she cried out.
Harry smirked, “You look so fucking delectable this way. Moaning like a bitch in heat, desperate for my cock” he slid a finger up and down her cunt.
He grunted, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaking”
Dracy moaned, pulling on the tie. Her legs quivering at their places. She whimpered when Harry dipped down, kissing her chest down to her stomach to her lower abdomen, tongue hovering above her panty line.
She tried to buck her hips up. Desperate for his mouth on her but Harry laid a hand on her and stopped her from her movements, “Stay still”
She whined, “Please, fuck. Want you, Harry, please—yes, aaah”
She gasped as he licked a striped up to her clit. Her panty absolutely messy and ruined more as Harry mouthed at the material, tongue peeking out to taste her above the cloth and groaning.
“Yes, yes, ooh, harry” she cannot stop moaning, wanting more.
He hummed and pulled his head back for a second to rip her panty off. She let out a surprise yelped when Harry dived instantly, lips closing around her clit as his fingers teased her wetness. His fingers spread across her cunt, playing with her opening, teasing with light touches as his lips nip around her sensitive clit.
She cannot control herself as she let out moans after moans, her hips wanting to grind against his face but his strong grip stopped her.
She tugged her wrist, back arching, “Harry, harry. Fuck, aah”
She cussed in her mind. That tongue, fuck that mouth on him. He was skilled as a master, all that talent focused on her. She’s not letting this go. Fuck, she won’t.
“Please, H-harry. Yes, fuck. Please” she begged, eyes rolling at the back of her head when Harry began to suckle on her throbbing clit with enthusiasm. She felt him insert a finger, tauntingly slow to coax more pleas out of her mouth.
And she did not deny him of that. Not if he’s making her feel this good. She had never felt so wet in her entire life and Harry haven’t reached to the serious business yet. Like fuck, her body shivered and reacted with every little thing Harry does.
Everything that rouses desire in her already lusty state.
That thick finger pumping in and out, curling as if familiarizing with her walls, prodding at every little nerve that has her coating his finger of her slick. His mouth ravishing intense attention around her clit.
“Harry, please, let me cum. Let me cum—fuck!” she sobbed when Harry inserted another finger and curled them just right. There. Fuck there, stimulating her bundles and weakening her thighs.
Sweat dribbled from her forehead, her neck, and her chest. Her hands trembled as her body grew more desperate with what he’s doing. He’s definitely driving her insane, driving her of her loudest and she doesn’t even care.
She whined helplessly and Harry answered in a groan. She tried to lift her head to stare at the man eating her out like a starved human and she moaned at the sight. His eyes were closed as if savoring every little bit of her taste, her pussy on his mouth.
He wiggled his fingers before pulling them back and began to finger her with renewed energy. He pulled his head to give her a proud grin before adding another finger and curling them just fucking right. He prodded relentlessly. He fucking loved her noises filling through the air and the thick haze fogging both of their minds.
He was hard, painfully hard and craving for attention but he ignored it as he stared at the way his fingers disappeared from view. He enjoyed the squelching noises his fingers and her cunt produced and groaned when she seemed to gush out more. Fuck, yes.
“Yes, sweetheart. Like that, fuck, you’re so hot” he praised, unable to stop himself, “Taking my fingers so well like a good girl. You’re such a sight, so pretty”
“H-harry, please, fuck, ooh, yes” she moaned, arching her back more as she tugged and tugged on her tied wrists. He grinned. She’s just so fucking sexy.
Dracy was loosing her mind. Fuck, she’s loosing her mind, flying away as her mouth began to work before she could even have time to process everything that’s being done to her. Her thighs flex weakly as she felt the coiling inside her.
“Aah, harry, I’m cumming. Please let me cum—fuck, yes”
She cried out when Harry stopped his fingers and clicked his tongue. Fuck! She was so fucking close!
She whimpered, eyes beginning to tear, “Harry, let me please”
“Ah. No, tiger. You were such a tease there” he hummed, too calmly for her liking.
How the fuck is he still so calm while she was already so ruined? She sobbed tearlessly. Tugging at her ties that just won’t budge.
“Fuck me, Harry. Want you inside me” she demanded with a moan, “Want your cock in me, pounding in me. Yes, fuck, please. Want your thick cock inside me”
She stared at him, loving when she noticed the clenching of his jaw. Ah, of course.
She looked at him innocently, splaying her thighs more, “Fuck me. Want to feel you inside. Make me cum. H-harry, please”
His eyes darkened, his cock tight inside his trousers and he groaned at the slight friction he felt with her blatant words. He never knew she had it in her mouth. Fuck, she’s hot. So fucking hot and all for him. Fucking all for him.
He shook his head to try to control himself and sat back on his knees, opening his trousers and zipping it down to pull his raging hard cock free from its confines.
Dracy moaned at the sight. He’s fucking huge and her head fell back. His image ingrained in her mind. The bulbous head, the veins around the side of his dick, the leaky slit and his heavy balls. Fuck, yes.
“Fuck me” she begged, whimpered when Harry grabbed the base of his cock and rubbing the tip across her labia, “My name, tiger. Say my fucking name” he growled.
“H-harry” she moaned, “Harry!”
He rubbed his cock across her cunt, coating it with her juices and growling at the sensations prickling in his shaft. He clenched his jaw as he slapped her clit with his cock repeatedly, loving how she jumps at the sensations hauling her senses.
“So desperate for me, huh? Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. Soaking and just letting me do whatever I fucking want” he pushed the tip in, stopping for a moment as he watched the way her chest heaved and her mouth parted, "That's it, darlin'. Taking me so well"
Little gasps and pants rang out of her lips as Harry pushed in inch by inch, spreading her wide and he swore out loud when she clenched around him.
“So fucking tight, tiger” he groaned when he bottomed out.
He held her by the back of her knees and pushed it forward to her chest as he began to fuck her. He pulled back before pounding back inside her velvet flesh, gripping him and milking his cock.
His eyes fluttered close as their combined noises filled his room. His back flexed when he pushed in harshly, nails digging at her supple skin.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Clenching around me tight. So fucking, ooh, tight” he stared at her down, matching the little moans with his grunts, "All these for me, yeah?"
“Please, Harry. Harder” she whimpered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”
Harry gripped her tight as he changed his direction. Effectively nudging at her g-spot to stimulate more of her, that nice hugging of her pussy to the way her legs shook. They were both glistening with sweat but neither did care.
“Let me cum, please. Fuck, Harry, I’m c-cumming, please”
He leaned forward to remove her ties and pulled his cock out. He did not let her speak as he held her by the waist and flipped her to her knees. She gasped in surprise, propping her upper body with her elbows and throwing her head back as Harry pushed inside without warning.
He resumed his previous pace, palms gliding at her back to the dip in her spine down to cup her ass. Massaging them before landing a spank that has her moaning loudly. The pain mixing with her pleasure spurred her on even more.
He relished watching her this way. Fucking her fire out as her legs threatened to give up. He chuckled and gripped her waist tight, using her as a leverage to pull her closer. Her ass bumping against his v-line and his balls slapping in her thighs, wet from her juices.
Dracy was loosing her grip. All of her energy is being spent on the way she was trying to control herself from cumming. She wanted to be so good, so good for Harry. She gripped on the sheets tight, pulling on it as his cock hit all the right places.
Fuck. She never held an orgasm this long before.
“Ah! Harry, ooh, fuck, let me cum” she begged again, body trembling from all the stimulation and let out a surprise mewl when he encircled one arm around her waist and pulled her up.
Both kneeled on the bed. He did not falter as the other hand slid down to her pussy and began to draw circles on her clit. She gripped his arm that’s on her waist and tugged on it. Harry understood what she wanted and he gently wrapped it around her throat, gripping it not too tight but enough to ground her.
She arched her back, pushing her ass more. She leaned her head above his shoulders, her moans muffled by the way he was choking her. Her mouth parted as she started to reach euphoria. All of her throbbing and trembling as she closed her eyes and let Harry took all the control left.
“Cum. Fuck, cum on my cock, clench around me, sweetheart” he ordered which she was too happy to do so. He pinched her clit before rubbing them ruthlessly, spurting her to let go.
She moaned and sobbed as she came apart completely. Her juices gushing out of her hole and clenching around him tight. Her body grew limp as she breathed heavily, racing with oxygen.
Fuck.
“So sweet” he whispered, holding her up. His fingers left her pussy to hug her figure and pounded harder to reach his own, “Fuck, tiger. Sucking me in so good. Yes, sweetheart. Clench around me. Milk me, fuck, tighter” he groaned.
Through the hazy smog in her mind, she barely did what Harry told her to. Her nails dig to his skin as she hissed at her sensitivity. Her moans softened to gentle whimpers. Her right hand intertwined with Harry’s.
“Cum inside me, Harry. Want you to fill me, please” she whispered seductively in his ear. She turned her head to nuzzle his neck and peppered it with kisses and gently nips, “Harry”
“Fuck! Yes, yes. I’m cumming, sweetheart. Filling you so fucking good” he pulled back only to push back in and stilling, pumping ropes of his cum inside her, some of it spilling out of her hole.
Dracy moaned at the warm seed. She sighed heavily as they held their positions for a bit of their post-coital bliss. She felt him rub his nose at the side of her face before giving her forehead a kiss.
“So good” he whispered laced with genuine sincerity, “You were so good, tiger”
She hummed but whining when Harry pulled back.
“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up” he carried her into the bathroom, settling her down on the bath tub and filled it with water and soap.
Harry got in after. He sat behind her and pulled her body to his. He kissed her shoulder blades as he massaged her wrist.
Dracy fluttered her eyes and leaned all of her weight in Harry. She’s tired and all she wanted to do is to sleep in his arms. Humming contentedly when Harry began to caressed her back, “Are you alright?”
She nodded weakly and let out a tired smile.
Harry smiled back and tilted her chin up to kiss her on her lips. They moved gently, not wanting to mess with the peacefulness that wrapped itself around them.
"Perhaps we're both the winner" he smirked as they both pulled away.
Dracy chuckled, “We ought to tease each other more often”