Sex Before Love (Drarry)

Chapter 5

Dedicated to @beccaloves
BTW gurl, love ur Drarry background :D

Ginny's POV: (Otherwise known as 'Queen Bitch')

Slipping out the door of the motel after looking around to make sure that none of hers or Harry's friends were there, Ginny congratulated herself on another 'job well done.'

This was the sixtieth time she had slept with Seamus (Yes, she kept track), and poor Harry still didn't suspect a thing. His naivete was amusing.

In this world, women were made to be unfaithful, that was Ginny's firm belief. (Ignoring, of course, the other hundreds of couples that she knew who were faithful down to their last breath.)

And so, in accordance with that belief, she slept with Seamus, while at the same time, being an outlet for Harry's sexual frustration.

At least, she would be, if they did anything in bed other than nod to each other, and them turn to their respective sides of the bed.

(Warning: Description of dicks ahead)

Harry's dick was wonderful, red and veined, and when they had sex, that of which hadn't happened in more than a year or so, he knew how to angle himself just right to hit her "yes" spot, Justine. Ah, Justine had served her well over the years...
(A/N: Yes, she gave it a name, and no, I don't know what's wrong with her either.)
Getting back to the topic at hand, yes, Harry's dick was wonderful, but Seamus didn't even need to try to hit Justine.

His dick was curved just a little, only enough to hit Justine right in the middle, and send shocks vibrating up her spine.

His dick had even more veins than Harry's did, and she had memorized and named every single one. Seamus really liked being licked on Patrick, a big vein that ran from the head right down to between his balls. After that, she would take one of his balls into her mouth and suck softly, and then repeat the same thing to the other one. That always got him to cum, and she would wrap her lips around the head and gulp down everything that came out, letting it slide down her throat. She had long since lost her gag reflex.

After he had come, she would keep her mouth there, sucking out every last drop that was left in there.

Then, she would get up, turn around, and bend over, giving him a perfect view.

They alternated between both holes. Sometimes, he would bring Patrick (a person, not the vein), one of his Muggle friends, over, and they would try double.

Whenever that happened, Patrick would always get her ass, and he would thrust in wildly, moaning and slapping her ass like there was no tomorrow. His moans always turned her on even more.

With that experience in mind, she turned around and headed back towards the motel, ready to go another round, and maybe all day. Maybe she could even convince him to bring Patrick along.

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Harry's POV:

Opening his eyes, he looked around the unfamiliar room. The deep blue curtains were down, probably why he had been able to open his eyes so easily.

Like the last night this had happened, the memories hit him again, but unlike last time, when he had been horrified, a slow smile spread across his face, and he welcomed the memories.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Harry panted, reaching for anything he could reach. Unable to find anything, he clutched the bedsheets in his sweaty grasp as Draco set a fast pace, making the springs creak loudly in protest.-

"Yes, moremoremore!" He cried, thrusting back onto Draco, shaking his hips fiercely as the friction sent spirals of pleasure careening up and down his spine.-