The slap of our flesh echoed harshly through the tent. He had me on all fours, my chest pressed down with my arse up high as he clutched my hips, fucking me hard.
Even after weeks of him fucking me—this way—that way—splitting me open—I still felt the stretch as he buried himself inside me repeatedly. My mouth was open as I tried to gasp for air under him and he told me filthy things as he thrust deep inside me. The feel of his cock making me clamp down on him with my pussy.
"You're so fucking tight. When I saw you come down the stairs at the Yule ball I wanted you so bad." Harry grunted, hunching over me so he could grab my breasts. "You were crying so sweetly over that prick."
I tensed, and he laughed above me, his hands finding my nipples and pinching me. He whispered hotly against the skin of my back, "Wait until he finds out you're mine, you'll always be mine."
His hand drifted lower, rubbing at my clit. Harry knew my body so well now, his fingers moving expertly against me, making me whimper and beg as I came with his cock inside me.
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40 Days
FanficRon 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...
