Harry sat in the chair and I was on my knees before him, his head tilted down to watch me, the long strands of his hair framing his face. The tent was cold, but kneeling between his legs, sweat beaded on my forehead. Heat radiated from Harry. He was hot, almost feverish to the touch.
"Relax." He told me, his fist tight in my hair as he guided me firmly down on him. My mouth felt stretched open too wide and I could feel saliva drip down my chin. "Don't close your eyes."
It was hard to keep my eyes open. They were tearing up, and a tear slid down my cheek. My tongue slid against him, the salty taste of him filling my mouth as he guided me slowly back up, until only the tip was in my mouth.
"Suck. Like one of your sugar quills." My lips wrapped tighter around him while my tongue rubbed against the head of his cock. Every sound I made seemed magnified to my ears. My obscene, wet sucking sounds made him shudder.
He pushed me down again without warning and my hands dug into his thighs. "I'm going to come." His hand in my hair pushed me down further than I had been, and I gagged on him. "Swallow."
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
