Chapter Ten

His free hand fumbled with his shorts, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, veins straining as pre-cum glistened at the tip. The sight of it, him, so **** for her, ripped a whimper from her throat.

“Need you,” Ron growled, his voice wrecked.

Ron’s cock twitched against her thigh, hot and heavy, as he dragged the blunt head through her slick folds. Hermione’s breath hitched—every nerve alight—as he notched himself at her entrance, the stretch already dizzying.

The thick crown of Ron’s cock pressed against her entrance, and Hermione’s breath stuttered—her nails biting into his shoulders. A whimper escaped her as she felt herself yielding, the stretch burning in the sweetest way. There was no going back now. The realization sent a jolt through her, a guilty thrill curling low in her belly. She was about to betray Harry—really betray him—and some traitorous part of her pulsed with dark, liquid heat at the thought.

Ron’s hips jerked forward, and she gasped as the first inch sank in, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. His breath came in ragged bursts against her collarbone, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he fought not to slam into her all at once.

Hermione's breath came in shallow gasps as she stared down between their joined bodies, her eyes widening at the impossible stretch. Her inner walls fluttered desperately around the invading thickness, every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Harry had never—could never—fill her like this. The thought sent a guilty thrill through her as another inch of Ron's monstrous cock sank deeper, her body yielding with a wet, obscene sound.

Ron groaned through clenched teeth, his freckled shoulders trembling with restraint. "Fuck—you're so tight," he gritted out, his hips jerking forward another fraction.

Hermione's breath hitched as she stared down between their sweat-slicked bodies, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Bloody hell, Ron," she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as another inch of his monstrous cock stretched her impossibly wider. "There's—there's still so much left—" The words dissolved into a whimper as her inner walls fluttered around the invading thickness, the stretch bordering on painful.

Her inner walls clenched reflexively as Ron bottomed out with a groan, his hips flush against hers. The fullness stole her breath—every inch of her stretched obscenely around his girth, the heat of him branding her from the inside.

"Merlin, Hermione," Ron choked out, his voice ragged. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, blunt nails leaving crescent marks as he fought to stay still. "You’re—fuck—you’re swallowing me whole."

A shaky moan escaped her as she shifted experimentally, the drag of his cock sending sparks up her spine. She could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge, the way her body struggled to adjust.

Hermione’s thighs trembled as Ron’s hips rolled against hers in slow, torturous circles, his cock dragging against her inner walls with each movement. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as he shifted slightly, the angle sending the thick head of him brushing against a spot that made her vision blur.

"Oh—Ron—" Her voice was a broken whisper, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked back as her body clenched helplessly around him.

Ron groaned, his breath hot against her throat as he nipped at the delicate skin there. "Fuck, you feel unreal," he gritted out, his voice rough with strain.

His thrusts came harder now, each snap of his hips punching a breathless cry from her lips. Hermione’s back arched as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, her breasts swaying with every brutal drive of his cock. Ron’s calloused hands slid up her ribs, thumbs brushing her stiffened nipples before palming the full weight of her tits, squeezing just shy of pain.

"Look at you," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Taking me so fucking good—like you were made for it."

Hermione whimpered, her inner walls fluttering as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs.

Ron’s hips snapped forward with a **** groan, his thick cock sheathing fully inside her with a wet slap of skin. Hermione’s back arched off the makeshift bed, her breasts bouncing as he pinned her hips down, his grip almost bruising.

"Fuck—Yes—!" Her voice broke as he bottomed out, the stretch so overwhelming she could feel every throbbing vein of him, the swollen head of his cock pressing deep where Harry had never reached.

Ron’s hips jerked back before slamming into her again, his swollen cock dragging against her slick walls in a way that made Hermione’s toes curl. A **** moan tore from her throat as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs.

Ron's breath came in ragged bursts against her ear, his hips pistoning into her with relentless ****. "So fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice thick with worship as his calloused hands slid up her sweat-slicked sides. "Look at you—Merlin—your tits bouncing, your cunt gripping me like you don't ever want to let go."

Hermione whimpered as his thumbs brushed her stiffened nipples, the sensation sending sparks down her spine. His cock stretched her obscenely with every thrust, the thick ridge of him dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her toes curl into the makeshift bedding.

His thrusts grew erratic, the slap of skin echoing in their small shelter as Ron’s control unraveled. Hermione’s thighs trembled around his hips, her body arching to meet each **** drive of his cock.

“Ron—I’m—!” Her warning dissolved into a choked cry as her climax crashed over her, inner walls fluttering violently around his girth. The pleasure was blinding, her nails raking down his back as she clenched around him, slick heat gushing between them.

Ron snarled, hips stuttering as her tight cunt milked him. “Fuck—Hermione—gonna fill you—”

Her hands flew to his hips, fingers digging into the sweat-slick skin as she gasped, “No—Ron, wait—pull out—please—” Her voice was ragged, desperation clawing at her words even as her body betrayed her, clenching around him in another pulse of pleasure.

Ron’s hips faltered, his thick cock throbbing inside her as Hermione’s words cut through the haze of his lust. “Ron, please pull out, I might get pregnant!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. For a moment, he was torn—his breeding kink roaring to life at the mere suggestion, his primal instincts screaming at him to finish, to claim her, to fill her with his seed. But then he looked into her eyes, saw the genuine terror there, and his love for her won out.

Ron growled through clenched teeth, his entire body trembling as he wrenched himself free from her tight heat at the last possible second. Hermione’s fingers wrapped around his throbbing length in a slick, hurried grip—her thumb swiping over his swollen tip just as his control shattered.

“Fuck—Hermione—!” His hips jerked violently into her fist as thick ropes of cum spurted across her stomach, her breasts, painting her flushed skin in streaks of white. The sight of her beneath him—chest heaving, nipples pebbled, his release glistening on her—made his cock twitch painfully in her grip.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Ron’s cum pulsed over her skin, hot and thick, her fingers still working him through the last shuddering aftershocks. His hips twitched helplessly against her palm, his cock slick with her arousal and his own release as she milked the final drops from him.

She could feel the tremble in his thighs where they pressed against hers, his broad chest heaving as he braced himself above her, sweat dripping from his brow onto her collarbone. The air between them was heavy with the scent of sex, salt, and the sweet.