You shove open the heavy door to the abandoned classroom and Draco is already there, leaning against the desk like he owns the place. His eyes lock on you and he smirks, that sharp, hungry look that always makes your cunt clench. “Took you long enough,” he says, voice low and rough. “Get over here.”
You cross the room fast. He grabs your wrist and yanks you against him, mouth crashing onto yours. No slow build, no teasing. His tongue pushes in deep while his hands rip at your clothes. Buttons pop, fabric tears. He shoves your shirt off your shoulders and palms your tits hard, thumbs dragging over your nipples until you moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, these are mine tonight,” he growls. He spins you around and bends you over the desk, kicking your legs apart. Your skirt gets flipped up. One yank and your panties are down around your ankles. Cool air hits your wet pussy and you hear him unzip.
Draco’s cock slaps heavy against your ass. He’s thick, veined, already leaking. He rubs the head through your folds once, twice, then slams inside in one brutal thrust. You cry out, gripping the edge of the desk. He doesn’t wait. He fucks you hard and fast, hips snapping, balls slapping your clit with every drive.
“Take it,” he snarls, one hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back. “This tight little cunt was made for my cock.” Each word punches out with a thrust. Your walls flutter around him, slick dripping down your thighs. He reaches under you and rubs your clit in tight, rough circles, making you jolt.
You push back to meet him, greedy for every inch. The desk creaks. Skin slaps skin. Draco leans over your back, teeth scraping your shoulder. “You’re so fucking wet. Listen to that.” The obscene sound of your pussy sucking him in fills the room. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, grinding deep so you feel every ridge.
He flips you onto your back without warning, lifting your legs over his shoulders. The new angle lets him bottom out, cockhead kissing your cervix. You whimper. He grins, mean and filthy. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” you gasp. “Fuck me harder, Draco. Use me.”
That’s all he needs. He pounds into you, sweat slicking his chest, blond hair falling into his eyes. One hand wraps around your throat, not choking but holding, owning. The other keeps working your clit until your orgasm crashes through you. Your cunt spasms, milking him, juices squirting around his cock.
Draco doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release. “Gonna fill this pussy,” he grunts. “Breed you full.” His rhythm stutters. He buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, hot pulses flooding your insides. You feel every spurt, thick and endless.
He stays inside you while you both catch your breath, cock softening but still twitching. Slowly he pulls out. Cum leaks from your stretched hole and he pushes two fingers back in, keeping it there. “Don’t waste it,” he mutters.
You lie there panting, legs shaking. Draco leans down and kisses you slower this time, almost gentle, but his fingers keep moving, working his load deeper. “Round two in ten minutes,” he says against your lips. “I’m not done with this cunt yet.”
You smile, already clenching around his fingers. The night is just starting.
