Draco takes her virgin pussy

Draco pushed Daphne back onto the couch, her naked body sprawled out before him. He climbed over her, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Daphne moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking up against him, **** for friction. He pulled back, savouring the look of frustration on her face. He wanted her to beg for it.

"You want me inside you, don't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement. She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with need. He chuckled, trailing his fingers down her stomach, stopping just short of where she wanted him most. "Say it."

"Please, Draco," Daphne whimpered, her voice trembling. "I want you inside me. Please."

He smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. He reached down, spreading her thighs further apart. His fingers brushed against her slick folds, gathering her wetness before pressing. He circled her entrance, teasing her mercilessly. She gasped, her back arching off the couch as he pushed a single finger inside her tight heat. He groaned at the sensation, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. She was so tight, so untouched. The thought that he was the first to claim her sent a thrill through him.

He added another finger, stretching her slowly, watching her face contort in pleasure. Daphne’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as he curled his fingers inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When he found it, she cried out, her hands clawing at the velvet cushions beneath her. He worked her ruthlessly, his fingers pistoning in and out of her, her hips matching his rhythm. He could feel her trembling on the edge, her body tightening around his fingers.

"Not yet," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers despite her **** whimpers. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock resting against her entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled in anticipation. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he pushed inside her slowly, inch by agonising inch. She whimpered against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as he breached her virginity.

He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks. She was beautiful like this—completely his.

When he felt her relax around him, he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. She moaned, her head falling back against the couch as he set a steady, relentless pace. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust, driving himself deeper into her tight heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and soft moans.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her body tightening as she neared her climax. He reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, quick circles. She cried out, her body arching off the couch as pleasure crashed over her in waves. He groaned as her walls clenched around him, milking his cock as he chased his own release.

He fucked her through her orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his own climax approaching. With a final, deep thrust, he spilt himself inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—now irrevocably mingled with his.

After a moment, he pulled out, watching as his seed trickled out of her. He smirked, knowing Harry would never have this, would never know her like this. She was his now, completely and utterly. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss.

"That was just the beginning," he whispered against her lips. "You belong to me now, Daphne. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."