Face Sitting

When she walked into her later, Harry saw Draco and moved over to him before sinking to her knees and unbuttoning his trousers. He was already hard as she slipped his erection from his boxers and into her hand. A moan slipped out from her as she took his cock into her mouth, taking more than she had the first time.

“Fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into her hair just the way that she liked. Her hands dropped to her breasts, her fingers brushing across her nipples just barely to make her moan.

“Fucking hell, I bet your sweet cunt is already dripping wet, isn’t it?” Draco asked. Knowing it would make him crazy, she dipped her fingers into her panties, stroking the sensitive nub. “It is,” she told him before lifting her fingers to her mouth to taste herself from them.

“On the bed,” he managed, hauling her to her feet and dragging her sweats down her legs, “on the bed, princess, and spread your legs for me.” She did as she was told, watching him strip between her legs. “You’re gorgeous,” he told her, kneeling to kiss her ankle and then continue up her calf to her inner thigh, “so fucking perfect.”

Harry's legs shook beneath his hands as she tried to pull them together. “Too sensitive,” she mumbled, watching him start from her other ankle.

“Good. I want you to be an incoherent, screaming mess when this is over,” he said. Her eyes widened. “If you do what I say like the good girl you are,” he took a moment to slide his tongue between her folds,“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

She nodded, already at the point of begging and he’d barely touched her. “I’ve been waiting to eat your sweet pussy since since I saw you, so I’m going to do it now. And if you come, the night is over. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” it was a gasp, “I understand.”

“Good. I’m going to lay down, and you’re going to move over me,” Harry nodded dumbly, already wondering if that was a good idea. “Come here, slut,” Draco commanded. She straddled his face, careful to keep her full weight off of him.

At the first time his tongue touched her, she had to lean forward and brace her hands on the headboard. “Fuck, Draco,” she growled, “you love torturing me like this, don’t you?” His tongue slipped inside of her before coming to her clit, swirling around it to make her cry out.

She hadn’t noticed he’d muttered the spell until his finger was massaging her ass hole like he had earlier this week. But this time she didn’t stiffen in surprise. No, she pushed her ass against his finger, begging out loud for more. She was sure she heard him utter, ‘slut,’ beneath her, and it made her burn.

“Draco!” his name was loud on her lips as his finger slowly slipped inside of her, “please, just let me come.” He still didn’t give her permission as he fingered her harder, feeling her thighs shake and hearing her moan his name. “Goddammit,” she nearly broke as he sucked on her clit, and very slowly added another finger.

“Draco, I’ll do anything,” Harry said, and he nodded. She screamed louder than she thought she ever had, feeling his tongue swipe over her one last time, and his fingers sliding all the way in once more, stretching her deliciously.

When they clalmed down, Draco's back was still on the bed, Harry climbed up on top of him an sank down on his cock, she watch him as she took his full length at once.

“Fuck,” she moaned. After what she'd gone through so far, Harry didn't think her orders would ever let her tire of the way it felt for him to stretch her as he slid inside of her cunt.

Draco propped himself up on his forearms, watching Harry as she bounced on top of him. He growled, taking her breasts in his hands, saying, “this might be my second favorite way to fuck you. Watching you ride my cock, your tits bouncing in my face.”

She whimpered at the words, “tell me the first then,” she gasped.

“We haven’t done that yet,” his voice was low while he placed his hands on her hips, slamming her down, “I just know that it would be my favorite.” She gasped as his finger traced the curve of her bottom lip. She took the finger in her mouth, sliding her tongue against it, and sucking gently.

“We could try it then,” she suggested, her head falling back as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, princess,” Draco bragged.

Harry shook her head at that, “I don’t care. If it’s with you, I, ah, already know it’s going to be fucking amazing. I want it.”

He muttered, flipping her onto her back, “we both know how much of a fucking slut you are,” he shifted her legs to where they rested on her shoulders.

“Slut,” he called her. Harry growled hungrily and she felt his hand close on her throat. She moaned, shocking him as she arched into his thrusts. Harry noticed how even as he choked her, nothing hurt. And she had no idea why being cut off from oxygen made her even more wanton than she already was, but it did.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Draco,” she hissed when his hand loosened, “I told you I wanted it.”

He switched hands, using his left to control her already labored breathing, and his right to slide over her clit once more, “is this what you want, princess?” She nodded as his grip tightened for a fraction of a second at his words, “this room isn’t silenced at all, but you’re going to scream for me anyways, won’t you? You’ll scream my name as loud as you can so everyone in this building knows who’s doing this to you.”

“Yes!” she gasped, “God, yes.”

“Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he told her and she whimpered, digging her nails into the sheets, “and you are so fucking hot when you moan my name.”

“More,” Harry begged.

“More of what, princess?” Draco asked condescendingly? Her body trembled as he teased her slow strokes. Each time he re entered her pussy, she cried out.

“Play with my clit. Fuuuuck,” she dragged the expletive out as he thrusted into her harder than he had been, rubbing her sensitive little nub at the same speed, “Draco!”

“I want you to come hard for me, baby. I want you screaming,” he commanded her.

“I’m so fucking close, please!” anyone who was in the hallway would hear her begging for him to push her over the edge.

And when he finally did, he’d pushed all the way inside of her, filling her while she was screaming. She was a mess, her hair sticking to her forehead, and her back arching to an almost impossible degree as she raked her nails down his back.

While Harry was laying on the bed, absolutely fucked, Draco started to talk, "Mother tells me we're going to an important ball at the Greengrasse's manor this weekend, and that she'll be prettying you up for it."