Hermione Granger slammed the door to her flat and shoved Ron against it, her mouth crashing onto his like she wanted to devour him. "Fuck me right now," she growled, yanking his belt open with impatient fingers. "I've been wet all day thinking about your cock."
Ron groaned as she freed him, his thick shaft already hard in her grip.
She dropped to her knees without another word, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking hard. Spit ran down his length as she took him deep, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. "That's it, suck that dick," he muttered, fisting her bushy hair. Hermione moaned around him, one hand between her own legs rubbing her clit through her soaked panties.
She stood up just long enough to strip, skirt and blouse hitting the floor, bra and knickers following. Naked, she bent over the kitchen table and spread her legs. "Pound me. Don't be gentle."
Ron lined up and drove into her cunt in one thrust. Hermione cried out, gripping the table edge as he fucked her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her tits bounced with every slam. "Deeper, you bastard. Stretch my pussy."
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Spreading her thighs wide, he buried his face between them, tongue lashing her swollen clit before plunging inside her hole. Hermione's back arched, fingers twisting in his hair as she ground against his mouth. "Eat that cunt. Make me come on your face."
She came with a shout, thighs clamping around his head, juices coating his chin. Before she could catch her breath he stood and shoved back inside her, pounding relentlessly while his thumb worked her clit again. Hermione's second orgasm hit harder; she squirted around his cock, soaking the table.
Ron flipped her over, bent her forward, and pressed the head of his cock against her arse. "You want this too?" he asked, already pushing in. Hermione pushed back, taking him inch by inch until he was balls-deep in her tight hole. "Fuck yes. Wreck my arse."
He fucked her arse with the same raw force, reaching around to finger her dripping pussy at the same time. Hermione babbled filthy encouragement between gasps. "Harder. Fill my arse with cum. Make me your slut."
Ron grunted and unloaded deep inside her, hot spurts pulsing into her bowels. He stayed buried until he softened, then pulled out and watched his seed leak from her stretched hole. Hermione stayed bent over the table, panting, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Round two in the shower," she said, already standing and pulling him toward the bathroom. "And this time I want you to come down my throat after you fuck my arse again."
They didn't make it to round three until well after midnight, both of them sticky, sore, and grinning like idiots.
