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Harry slammed the door of Grimmauld Place shut, his Quidditch-toned muscles coiled tight beneath his robes. The scent of cinnamon and slick heat clung to the omega pressed against him—a petite Hufflepuff sixth-year whose name evaporated from his mind the moment her desperate whimper hit his throat. "Alpha," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he backed her against the hallway's peeling wallpaper. Her uniform skirt rode up her thighs, the damp patch between her legs staining the wool.
He didn't ask. Didn't hesitate. His cock strained against his trousers, thick and demanding as he shoved her into the Black family parlor. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slicing through the grimy windows. Her hairy pussy glistening, swollen folds flushed pink. A primal growl rumbled in Harry's chest. *Mine. Now.*
Her skirt bunched around her waist as Harry hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Her squeal dissolved into breathless panting, thighs shaking against his chest. The slap landed sharp and stinging on her bare ass cheek—a crack that echoed off the creaking staircase walls. She arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. "Fuck—*Alpha*—!"
His fingers plunged into her pussy without warning, slick heat swallowing him to the knuckle. Her inner walls clenched, pulsing around the intrusion as he climbed the stairs. The wet squelch filled the narrow space, mingling with her choked moans. "Christ," Harry growled, the slap still blooming red on her ass cheek. "So *hot* Like a fucking furnace." He crooked his fingers, scraping her front wall, and she screamed, thighs tending against his ribs. Her juices dripped down his wrist, soaking his sleeve cuff.
"Alpha—*please*—" she sobbed, writhing against his shoulder, but he only thrust deeper, curling his fingers to find that spongy spot that made her back arch violently. Her cunt wept around him, drenching his hand. "So fucking tight," he rasped, breath hitching as he felt her flutter. "Squeezing me like you’re starving for it." Dust motes swirled in the dim stairwell light, catching on the sweat-slick curve of her trembling thigh.
He reached the landing, fingers still pistoning inside her omega pussy, her slick now dripping onto the worn carpet. Her cries pitched higher, raw and desperate. "Gonna come already?" Harry taunted, twisting his wrist. Her answering shriek was muffled against his shoulder blade. "Not yet." He withdrew abruptly, leaving her clenching around nothing. A thin whine tore from her throat. "Patience," he warned, landing another stinging slap on her reddened ass. "Your greedy little cunt needs my cock. Not my fingers."
Shoving open the nearest bedroom door—Regulus’s old room, shrouded in moth-eaten velvet—Harry dumped her onto the dusty four-poster. She bounced, legs splayed, her pussy glistening and exposed. Her labia, flushed a deep rose, pulsed visibly, swollen folds parted slightly with each ragged breath she took. A thin, glistening strand of slick stretched between her thighs, dripping onto the faded bedspread beneath her. The scent thickened, cinnamon and musk sharpening the dusty air. Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking friction, her pelvis tilted upward. Her spine arched, presenting herself shamelessly. She rolled her hips slowly, deliberately, making her slick folds glisten under the weak light filtering through the grimy window. Her gaze locked on Harry’s crotch, where the hard ridge of his erection strained against his trousers. She whimpered, low and needy, grinding her ass against the mattress, leaving a wet smear. "Look," she breathed, fingers spreading herself wider, showing him the pink, trembling entrance. "All yours, Alpha. Empty... *aching* for you."
Harry’s knuckles whitened on the bedpost. A vein throbbed in his temple. He watched her hips roll again, a slow, filthy undulation designed to pull him in. Her slick gleamed, coating her inner thighs, the scent flooding his senses—ripe omega, desperate and ready. Her fingers dipped upward, circling her clit with feather-light strokes. A choked gasp escaped her lips. "See?" she whispered, voice thick. "So empty. So *hungry*."
He leaned down, his shadow swallowing her. One hand clamped her hipbone, pinning her to the mattress. The other traced the swollen curve of her labia, smearing her slick. She shuddered violently. "You think you deserve my cock?" His voice was gravel, low and dangerous. "Think this greedy little hole"—his thumb pressed hard against her entrance, making her cry out—"earned it?" She nodded frantically, tears welling. "Words."
"Yes!" she gasped. "Please, Alpha! Need it—need *you*!"
Harry’s lips curled. Not a smile. A predator’s baring of teeth. He straightened, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. The leather hissed through the loops. "Tonight," he growled, dropping the belt to the floor with a thud, "I’m burying myself in this wet little cunt." His trousers followed, pooling around his ankles. His erection sprang free, thick and flushed, veins stark against the rigid shaft. He gripped himself at the base, giving a slow, deliberate stroke. Her eyes locked on it, wide and starving. "All night," he promised, the words dropping like stones. "Until you’re so full of me you can’t walk. Until this pussy"—he slapped her inner thigh, making her jump—"knows nothing but my cock splitting it open."
He stepped between her splayed legs. The heat radiating from her core was intense, a furnace beckoning him. He pressed the broad head of his cock against her soaked entrance. She whimpered, pushing her hips up, trying to impale herself. He held her down easily. "The *only* thing you worry about," he commanded, leaning close enough for his breath to ghost over her face, "is being an eager." He pushed forward, just an inch, stretching her tight ring of muscle. Her gasp was sharp, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion. "*Willing pussy for me to fuck*." Another inch, deeper, relentless. Her nails scrabbled at the bedspread. "*Mine*." He drove home in one brutal thrust, hilting himself to the root in her omega’s pussy.
Her scream tore through the dusty room—a raw, shattered sound of relief and agony. Her body arched violently off the bed, spine bowing, breasts heaving. Harry groaned, a deep, guttural sound ripped from his chest. "Fuck," he hissed, grinding his hips against her clenching flesh. "Like a fucking vice." He withdrew slowly, almost completely, savoring the wet drag, the way her slick inner walls clung desperately to him, trying to hold him inside. Her hips chased his retreat, a thin, keening whine escaping her lips. "No—don't stop—"
He slammed back in, harder this time, burying himself to the hilt with a force that drove the breath from her lungs. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed sharply. "Shut up," he growled, already pistoning into her with relentless, driving thrusts. Her cries fragmented into choked gasps with each brutal impact. Her cunt was molten silk around him—hot, impossibly wet, and gripping him with rhythmic pulses that threatened to unravel him. He could feel the flutter of her inner muscles, the frantic clench and release as her body tried to milk him. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her trembling stomach.
With a grunt, Harry hooked his hands under her knees. He hauled her legs up and over his shoulders in one swift motion, folding her nearly in half. Her lower back lifted clear off the mattress, her hips tilted obscenely upward, exposing her dripping pussy completely to his relentless assault. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper. Her gasp was a ragged sob. "Alpha—!"
He ignored her. Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, he began hammering into her with savage, piston-like strokes. There was no finesse, no rhythm beyond raw, driving force. He used her body like a toy, pounding into her slick heat with a focused brutality that shook the ancient bed frame. Her wetness soaked his thighs, the sound obscenely loud—a rhythmic squelch punctuated by the sharp slap of his hips against her ass. Her inner walls clenched desperately around his invading length, trying to accommodate the relentless stretch, the friction burning through her core. Her cries dissolved into wordless, high-pitched moans, her head thrashing side to side on the dusty pillow.
Every thrust dragged velvet heat along his entire shaft, the swollen head scraping deliciously against her front wall. Her slick flooded him, hot and thick, easing his brutal passage only to be replaced by the exquisite friction of her gripping muscles. He felt her inner flesh yield, mold itself around him, then tighten fiercely as he withdrew, only to be speared open again. The wet heat was overwhelming, a primal embrace designed solely for his cock. Her body jolted with each impact, her breasts bouncing, her fingers clawing uselessly at the bedspread beneath her.
Harry’s breath came in harsh rasps, his focus narrowing to the feel of her—the soft, molten silk gripping him, the rhythmic clench of her cunt milking his length, the desperate little whimpers escaping her throat with every deep plunge. He leaned forward, the muscles in his shoulders corded tight, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Christ," he snarled, the words ripped raw from his throat, sweat stinging his eyes. "Tightest fucking hole I've ever fucked." His gaze locked onto hers, burning with possessive intensity. "Best goddamn omega pussy I’ve ever had."
Her eyes widened, pupils blown black with need. A choked sob escaped her, part pain, part dizzying triumph. He felt her inner walls flutter violently around him, a frantic ripple threatening to pull him deeper still. Harry adjusted his angle minutely, grinding the thick crown of his cock hard against that spongy, hidden ridge inside her. Her breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing through the dusty air. "Ah!" The sound punched out of her, involuntary and high-pitched.
He didn’t relent. He hammered into that spot with brutal, focused precision, each thrust driving the swollen head directly against her g-spot. Her body arched impossibly higher off the mattress, spine straining like a drawn bow. "Ah! Ah!" The cries spilled from her lips in rapid, staccato bursts, sharp and breathless. Her fingers scrabbled against the moth-eaten velvet bedspread, knuckles white. Her inner muscles clenched in frantic, rhythmic spasms around his invading length, trying to milk him, pull him deeper, hold him *there*. Her slick gushed, hot and thick, coating his thrusting cock, soaking the sheets beneath her trembling hips. The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass cheeks echoed louder, punctuated by her desperate, rhythmic gasps. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Her cries fragmented into a continuous, keening wail, thin and ragged. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mingling with sweat. Her entire body convulsed, locked in the relentless grip of his assault. Harry watched her unravel, a dark satisfaction tightening his jaw. He drove into her one last time, grinding his hips hard against her clit, burying himself impossibly deep. Her scream peaked, shattered, then dissolved into choked, wet gasps as her body went limp beneath him, trembling violently.
He didn’t let her rest. With a grunt, Harry withdrew completely, his slick cock glistening in the dim light. Her pussy clenched desperately around nothing, gaping slightly, slick dripping freely onto the ruined sheets. Before she could even register the loss, his hands clamped onto her hips. He flipped her onto her stomach with brutal efficiency, her face pressing into the dusty pillow. Her legs instinctively spread wider, presenting her flushed, swollen ass cheeks, the glistening pink furl of her asshole visible just above her still-quivering pussy. Her asshole was leaking slick, twitching with arousal. Confirming that both her holes were wet, ready to fuck, and eager for alpha cock.
Harry gathered some of the slick onto his palm, slicking his cock roughly. He lined the thick, weeping head against her tight, untouched hole. "Alpha—*no*!" she gasped, twisting her head, eyes wide with sudden panic. "Not—not there—!" Her protest was cut off as he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Her scream wasn't pain. It was pure, shocked ecstasy. Her back arched violently, fingers clawing at the pillow. "*Fuck!*" The word ripped from her throat, raw and incredulous. Her inner muscles clenched in frantic, unfamiliar spasms around the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. The stretch was intense, burning, but beneath it surged a wave of shocking, forbidden pleasure. "Oh god—*Alpha*—!" she sobbed, pushing her hips back against him instinctively. "It's—*different*—!"
Harry groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. He gripped her hips hard, anchoring her as he began to piston into her ass with deep, relentless strokes. The tight, virgin heat was incredible—hotter, tighter, gripping him like a velvet fist. Her slick eased his passage, but the friction was intense, primal. Each thrust drew a sharp, choked gasp from her lips. "Never?" he growled, driving deeper, feeling her clench around him in frantic pulses. "No Alpha ever claimed this hole?" He landed a sharp smack on her ass cheek, the sound echoing off the dusty walls. Her answering sob was muffled against the pillow. "Answer!"
"No!" she cried, pushing back against him desperately. "Only—only you—*ah!*" Her words dissolved as he hammered into her, angling his hips to grind against her walls with every deep plunge. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, torn between resistance and surrender, slick easing the brutal stretch. Harry gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into soft flesh, driving her face deeper into the pillow with each powerful thrust. Her asshole was impossibly tight—velvety soft yet crushing, clamping down on his cock with a desperate, sucking pressure that made her pussy feel almost loose in comparison. The heat was different here—deeper, sharper, radiating through her entire core with each invasion. He groaned, low and strained, feeling her clench rhythmically around him. "Christ," he hissed. "Tighter than a fucking fist."
Suddenly, he stopped. Buried to the hilt, he froze. The abrupt stillness was jarring. Her breath hitched, a choked gasp muffled by the pillow. Her hips twitched instinctively, trying to grind back onto him, seeking friction, seeking the fullness she craved. A thin, protesting whine escaped her throat—high-pitched, desperate. "Alpha..." she breathed, trembling beneath him.
He didn't move. He just held himself deep inside her clenching heat, feeling the frantic pulse of her inner muscles around his shaft. She rolled her hips again, a slow, pleading circle against his pelvis. "Please..." she whimpered, voice thick with tears and need. "Don't stop..."
Harry leaned forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her arched back. His lips brushed her ear. "What do you want?" His voice was rough gravel, laced with dark amusement. "Use your words, omega."
She shuddered violently. Her hips pushed back harder, trying to impale herself further on his unmoving cock. "Please," she gasped, the word ragged. "Fuck me... Fuck my ass, Alpha... *Please*." Her voice cracked on the plea. "Need it... Need you... *Please*."
A low growl rumbled in Harry's chest. He withdrew slowly, agonizingly, savoring the wet drag, the way her tight ring clung desperately to him. "Louder," he commanded, pulling out until just the swollen tip remained lodged inside her fluttering entrance. Her hips jerked, chasing the retreat. "Tell me *exactly* what this greedy hole needs."
"Your cock!" she screamed into the pillow, arching her back desperately. "Hammer my asshole! Pound it like—*like a toy made just for you!*" Her voice broke on a sob, slick dripping down her inner thighs as her hips jerked uselessly. "Split me open—*please*—!"
Harry slammed back in to the hilt. Her choked gasp dissolved into a continuous, ragged wail as he began hammering into her with brutal, piston-like strokes. The bedframe groaned in protest with every deep, driving thrust. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around his invading length—a velvet vise gripping him tighter than her cunt ever could. Sweat dripped from Harry's brow onto her trembling spine as he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pinning her down while he fucked her ass with relentless force. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the dusty room, punctuated by her sharp, rhythmic cries. "Ah! *Ah!* AH!"
He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "That's it," he growled, grinding deep on every thrust, the swollen crown of his cock scraping against her inner walls. "Take it. *Take* your Alpha's cock." Her answering sob was muffled, her fingers clawing at the pillowcase as her body jolted with each powerful impact. Her untouched pussy wept openly below, slick pooling beneath her trembling thighs.
Suddenly, Harry hooked a hand under her belly, hauling her up onto her knees. His cock slid free from her ass with a wet, sucking pop. Before she could gasp, he shoved her face-first into the mattress and slammed back into her soaking pussy in one brutal stroke. The obscene squelch echoed off the walls—a thick, gushing sound as her slick flooded around his invading shaft. She screamed, arching violently, her inner walls clamping down in shock-tight spasms around the sudden, familiar fullness. "Alpha—*yes*!"
He gave her no reprieve. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, Harry hammered into her cunt with deep, piston-like thrusts. The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass cheeks was rhythmic, savage. Her pussy wept around him, hot slick coating his thighs, the musky scent thick and suffocating. Her cries dissolved into high-pitched, breathless moans—"Ah! *Ah!*"—as he drove into her g-spot relentlessly. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white.
Without warning, he withdrew completely. Her cunt clenched around empty air, gaping, dripping. She whimpered, pushing her hips back blindly. Harry spanked ber ass roughly, and slammed back into her asshole. Her scream tore through the room—raw, shattered, ecstatic. Her inner walls clamped down, a velvet fist strangling his cock as he pistoned into her tight heat. The bedframe groaned under the relentless rhythm. Sweat stung Harry’s eyes. He leaned forward, biting her shoulder, tasting salt and desperation. "Scream louder," he growled against her skin, driving deeper. Her cries pitched higher, fragmented into ragged sobs.
He flipped her onto her back again, pinning her legs wide. Her pussy glistened, swollen and flushed, slick pooling beneath her hips. Harry plunged into her cunt without hesitation. The wet squelch echoed obscenely. She arched off the mattress, screaming his name, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his brutal thrusts. He watched her unravel—tears streaming, breasts bouncing, fingers clawing at the sheets. "This greedy hole," he snarled, hammering her g-spot, "was made for me." Her body locked, back bowing. A guttural cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm tore through her, slick gushing around his cock. Harry didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, relentless, until her cries dissolved into shuddering whimpers.
He pulls out of her slick cunt with a wet gasp, leaving her trembling and gaping. Before her whimper fully forms, Harry slams back into her asshole—deep, brutal, unforgiving. Her scream fractures against the dusty velvet headboard. Her spine arches like a drawn bowstring, fingers scrabbling uselessly at the moth-eaten bedspread. "Fuck!" she sobs, pushing her hips back onto him, impaling herself deeper. "Alpha—*yes*—!"
Harry grunts, sweat dripping onto the small of her back. He pistons into her tight heat with short, savage strokes, each thrust grinding the swollen crown against her inner walls. Her asshole clenches like a velvet fist, hotter and tighter than her cunt, milking him with desperate pulses. The obscene slap of skin echoes off the peeling wallpaper. He lands a sharp smack on her ass cheek. "Louder," he growls. "Let them hear how much you love my cock splitting this greedy hole."
Her answering cry is raw, shattered. "Yours!" she gasps, her voice shredded. "Only yours!" Her hips roll back, meeting each thrust, her slick dripping onto the sheets beneath her trembling thighs. The forbidden stretch burns—a delicious agony that coils tighter in her belly with every plunge. She feels him everywhere, claiming her, filling her impossibly deep. Her untouched cunt weeps openly above, aching emptiness warring with the overwhelming fullness below.
Harry withdraws abruptly. The sudden emptiness makes her sob—a high, broken sound. Before she can beg, he slams back into her dripping pussy. Her scream tears through the dusty air, sharp with shocked relief. Wet heat floods around him, her inner walls clamping down in frantic welcome. He pistons into her cunt, deep and relentless, grinding against her g-spot. Her cries pitch higher—"Ah! *Ah!*"—her body arching off the mattress. The obscene squelch fills the room, thick and gushing.
He then starts to quickly and brutally switch between the two holes, leaving no time for her to recover. One moment he’s hammering deep into her slick, clenching pussy, the wet squelch echoing off the walls as she screams in oversensitive relief—the next, he’s wrenching out and slamming back into her tight, virgin asshole, the brutal stretch tearing a raw, shattered cry from her throat. Her body convulses, torn between agony and ecstasy, hips jerking uselessly as he pistons into her with relentless, short strokes. Sweat drips from Harry’s brow onto her trembling back as he flips her from stomach to back and back again, pinning her legs wide or hauling her hips high, never pausing, never softening. Her cries fracture into breathless, staccato gasps—"Ah! *Fuck!* Ah!"—each thrust stealing her voice, her thoughts, leaving only animal need.
The rhythm is savage, unpredictable. Three brutal plunges into her weeping cunt, grinding hard against her g-spot until she arches, sobbing—then a sudden withdrawal and a single, devastating thrust back into her ass, hilting himself to the root in one motion, making her spine bow off the mattress. Her asshole clamps down like a vice, milking him, while her untouched pussy drips slick onto the sheets below. He doesn’t let her adjust. Doesn’t let her breathe. His hands dig bruises into her hips as he fucks her with focused brutality, switching holes after only a few strokes, denying her any pattern, any relief. Her fingers claw at the bedspread, knuckles white, as her body jolts like a ragdoll under his control. "Mine," he snarls, punctuating the word with a deep grind into her ass that wrings a choked scream from her. "Both holes. *Mine*."
Her world narrows to the searing stretch of her ass, the familiar ache of her cunt, and the relentless pistoning of his cock claiming both. Tears streak her flushed cheeks, mingling with sweat. She’s trembling violently, oversensitive and raw, yet her hips push back greedily each time he spears her, impaling herself deeper on him. The obscene sounds fill the room—wet slaps, gushing squelches, the sharp crack of skin on skin, her ragged, broken whimpers. Harry’s breath rasps harshly, his own control fraying as her tight heat threatens to unravel him. He lands a sharp smack on her ass cheek. "Scream for it," he growls, hammering into her cunt again, feeling her inner walls flutter wildly. "Scream how much you need your Alpha’s cock splitting you open."
Her voice is shredded, raw. "Yes!" she sobs, pushing her hips back as he switches to her asshole once more, the brutal intrusion stealing her breath. "Only—*yours*—!" Her body locks, spine arching impossibly as a second, violent orgasm rips through her—slick gushing from her untouched pussy, her asshole clenching in frantic, milking pulses around his buried cock. Harry groans, low and strained, grinding deep. "Fuck," he rasps. "Greedy little slut."
He withdraws completely, leaving her trembling and gaping. Before the sob forms, he slams back into her dripping cunt. The impact is brutal, driving the air from her lungs. Her inner walls clamp down—tight, wet, welcoming—but it’s too much. The oversensitive friction scrapes raw nerves. Her hips jerk, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. Harry pins her hips down, pistoning into her with relentless, short strokes. "Take it," he snarls. "Take your Alpha’s cock."
Her scream fragments into a choked gasp. Then it happens. A sudden, violent clench deep inside her—deeper than her g-spot—and a hot, pressurized flood erupts from her pussy. Not slick. Clear, almost odorless fluid sprays in a sudden, shocking arc, drenching Harry’s thighs, the sheets beneath her hips, the dusty floorboards. The sound is a thick, gushing splash. Her eyes fly wide, pupils blown black with disbelief and overwhelming sensation. "Ah! *Ah!*" The cries are sharp, involuntary punches of air.
Harry freezes for a split second, buried to the hilt. His gaze locks onto the stream still pulsing from her, soaking his cock, his balls, the mattress. It’s the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen—a primal fountain, pure omega surrender. "Christ," he breathes, voice thick with awe. He doesn’t stop. He pulls back and slams home again, harder. Another gush sprays out, soaking his lower abdomen. He pistons into her slick, quivering cunt, the brutal thrusts triggering jet after jet. Fluid arcs through the air, splattering the headboard, the peeling wallpaper, Harry’s chest. The room fills with the obscene, rhythmic sound of splashing water mingling with wet slaps.
He switches holes abruptly, wrenching out and spearing her asshole in one brutal motion. The sudden, intense stretch wrings another scream from her—and another torrent. This time, it sprays from her untouched pussy as her asshole clamps down, soaking his balls and thighs anew. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks, mixing with sweat and spit. Her body convulses, torn between agony and ecstasy, her cries dissolving into high-pitched, whimpering gasps. "Alpha—*please*—too much—!" She’s drenched, trembling, a sobbing mess pinned beneath him, fluid still leaking in pulses around his cock buried deep in her ass. Harry lands a sharp smack on her ass, watching the spray intensify. "Begging already?" he growls, grinding deeper, feeling her clench. "We’re just getting started."
With a final brutal thrust, he pulls out completely—leaving her gaping, slick and fluid dripping freely onto the ruined sheets. Before her trembling hips can chase the loss, Harry grabs her shoulders with bruising force. He flips her onto her hands and knees, her spine arching instinctively, presenting her flushed ass and weeping holes. Her breath hitched in ragged gasps, tears and sweat dripping onto the dusty velvet beneath her.
He didn't give her a moment to recover. Moving with predatory speed, Harry knelt in front of her, his thick, glistening cock—wet with her slick, her ass, and her spent release—leveled at her lips. Her eyes widened, pupils blown black with exhaustion and residual need. Suck it," he ordered, voice a low growl that vibrated through the charged air. His hand fisted in her sweat-dampened hair, forcing her head forward. "Suck your Alpha's cock."
She obeyed instantly, desperately. Her lips parted, taking the swollen head into her mouth. The taste exploded on her tongue—salt, musk, the faint metallic tang of her own slick, and the deeper, earthier flavor of her asshole. Her tongue swirled instinctively, lapping at the underside, cleaning the shaft with hungry, sucking motions. Harry groaned, hips jerking forward, driving himself deeper into her throat. She gagged, tears welling anew, but didn't pull away. Her throat worked, swallowing convulsively around him, her nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. The obscene wet sounds filled the silence—her choked swallows, the slick slide of her lips along his length.
Harry watched her, eyes dark with possessive satisfaction. Her cheeks hollowed, her jaw strained wide. Drool mixed with the remnants of her release dripped down her chin onto her trembling thighs. The heat of her mouth, the desperate suction—it was perfect. *His*. He gripped her hair tighter, pulling her forward until her nose crushed against his pelvis. Her throat convulsed violently around him, gagging, but she didn't fight. Her hands scrambled to brace against the bed, nails digging in as she took him deeper, choking around his thickness.
He didn't hold back. With a guttural groan, Harry began fucking her face. Short, brutal thrusts that pistoned his cock deep into her throat. Her gagging cries were muffled, wet, rhythmic—music to him. Tears streamed freely down her flushed cheeks, mixing with spit and sweat. Each withdrawal left her gasping for air before he slammed back in, cutting off her breath. Her throat muscles fluttered wildly, clenching around him like a slick, tight sleeve. He watched her struggle, her eyes rolling back slightly, her body trembling violently beneath him. Still, she sucked, her tongue lapping frantically at his shaft whenever he granted her an inch of space.
The sensation was overwhelming—her hot, constricting throat, the scrape of her teeth against his sensitive underside, the sheer submission in her watery gaze. Harry threw his head back, hips snapping faster. "Good girl," he rasped, driving deeper. "Take it all." Her muffled sob vibrated around his cock. He could feel his own climax coiling, tight and urgent, deep in his belly. Her pussy and asshole glistened below, still gaping, still dripping slick onto the ruined sheets—a lewd invitation. But this—her mouth, her throat, her complete surrender—was what pushed him over the edge.
He held her head still, buried to the hilt. "Swallow," he commanded, voice thick and strained. Then he came. Hard. Ropes of thick, hot seed pulsed directly down her throat. She choked, convulsing, but obeyed—gulping frantically as he emptied himself. Her throat worked desperately, swallowing every spurt, her eyes squeezed shut. When he finally pulled out, she collapsed forward, gasping, coughing, thick white strands dripping from her swollen lips.
Harry looked down at her, spent but already hardening again at the sight. He wiped his cock roughly across her tear-streaked cheek. "Clean it," he ordered. Her tongue darted out immediately, obediently licking him clean. The taste of herself, mixed with his release, made her whimper softly. Harry smiled. The night was far from over and he was just getting started.