Babygirl (SEQUEL to Fuckboy - Draco Malfoy)

29. sleepover.

In the entirety of his seventh year at Hogwarts, even in his most dangerous and life threatening moments, there was only one instance in which Draco Malfoy truly thought he was in danger of death—it was when Evangeline Blackwood, mere hours after orgasming into his hand in the middle of Snape's classroom, suddenly appeared in his dormitory.

Evan slammed the door so fucking hard, the door hinges rattled. Draco dropped his uniform tie on his four poster and tried to remain calm.

"Did someone not enjoy their classes today?" Draco teased, hoping she would have mercy on him. Evan's face was trained in the most murderous scowl he had ever seen on her—on anyone, in fact. Her cheeks were flaming red, her eyes were wide, her teeth barred, and she was stomping towards him in a war march.

"You fucking bastard!!" Evan screamed out through gritted teeth.

Draco Malfoy was a dead man.

He didn't know if she was angry about the past week of his deliberate silence, or about her mid-class orgasm. Either way, when Evangeline whipped her wand at the door and locked it, he knew exactly why she was there.

"Shit," he said under his breath, knowing what he was in for. He launched into action, crossing the room in a near sprint. He dove forward and took Evan's face in both hands. He crashed his mouth to hers, yanking her in, and used his grip on her cheeks to slam her against the wall, pinning himself into her body. He fit himself against her like he was her perfect mould, their hips and chests and lips completely flush. Evan gasped loudly on his tongue and dug her nails into the back of Draco's neck, snogging him desperately and with obvious fury.

A whole week of no contact, no kissing, and no sex, and they were both bloody animals.

"You drive me. . . fucking. . . mad!" Evan seethed on his mouth. Draco slammed his hips into hers, forcing his tongue aggressively into her mouth. He panted and shuddered, reminded of her familiar taste. Her mouth was sweet on his tongue, her hips moving forward under his palms and burning his every nerve. He grunted hard in a near-snarl and grabbed onto the back of her thighs, yanking her up and around his waist.

Within moments, Draco had thrown Evan down onto the surface of his dresser. Decorative items and books and random shit flew every which way as Evan's body crashed against the surface. A vase shattered to pieces on the floor. The dresser rattled against the wall. Buttons popped off of Draco's shirt as Evan tore it open.

"I'm fucking furious with you, you know that?" Evan hissed as Draco reached frantically up her skirt. His hands trembled. His chest was heaving and he was sweating already. When Evan yanked his belt off his body, throwing it across the room, Draco couldn't fucking take it anymore. He took her panties in his fists and ripped them to shreds, whipping the destroyed article to the floor. He needed to be inside of her more than he needed air in his lungs.

"Oh, I know," Draco said hurriedly. Evan was digging her nails into the back of his neck with one hand while reaching into his trousers with the other, frantically removing his cock with not even the slightest pause. It was achingly hard and ready for her, throbbing in her delicious grasp.

"And you're not sorry?" she spat out. Draco yanked her legs open as far as they would go and held his cock at her opening. He stared down at it, watching as the tip brushed between her lips.

"Nope," Draco growled—then he shattered, thrusting his cock into her pussy violently. He sheathed himself deep inside of her, all the way to the hilt, and fucked her like it was his last day on earth.

"AGH!" Evan roared out as Draco pounded the living hell out of her pussy. He punched his knuckles against the mirror, his body exploding with a carnal hunger. He held her hips off the edge of the dresser, keeping her pussy level so he could fuck it deep and good.