Again. Ginny wanted it again and Bill was helpless against her wishes. His body ached with a need for her, to lose himself in their shared passion, to give every last breath he had to making her happy, making her his. His cock was still hard inside of her as she asked for more and Bill's lips twitched into a wolfish smirk. "Whore," he said, affectionally. Leaning in to kiss her again, Bill's lips claimed hers as his hand moved between their sweat coated bodies, his rough fingers finding her clit and stroking it gently.
Ginny began to whine for him, her small body squirming under his large frame. There was no one else in the world but Bill in that moment. Ginny knew that for the rest of her life she'd crave him like this. "Bill," she moaned for him, eyes closing.
The couple lost in their desire on the bed were stunningly gorgeous. Gorgeous and incredibly wrong. Ginny's screams had drawn attention from the man standing in her doorway and now he watched as the young ginger witch was being teased and pleasured by her eldest brother. His cock hardened in spite of himself, knowing it was wrong to watch, but he couldn't help himself. Her soft cries, her pleas for more were a siren's call. And he, like so many more before him, had fallen victim to the magic.
He stepped further into the room, his hands unzipping his trousers on their own accord. The couple didn't notice him, they were lost in each other. He could watch as much as he wanted, he suspected, and they'd never look away from each other. Ginny began to beg for Bill's cock again, nearly whimpering with need for it. She is whining like a bitch, he thought to himself. How fitting. And Bill couldn't deny Ginny what she so desperately needed. He flipped his new mate onto her stomach and plunged into her again, both of them crying out as their bodies connected once more.
Their visitor's cock was in his hand now, softly being stroked and squeezed as he watched. They would likely be horrified if they knew how much he was enjoying the show. What should have been a private moment for them had become a seedy, dirty encounter with his presence in the room. But he couldn't leave. Watching Bill and Ginny fuck like animals was the more perverse and sexiest thing he'd every witnessed in his life.
His hand was moving faster, in time with Bill's thrusts into Ginny. Her hands had moved to the metal headboard, grabbing onto it as her brother fucked her harder and faster, his moans dissolving into growls and grunts. Bill was mounting Ginny and she appeared to be loving it more than he would've thought possible. Surely it was hurting her, but each thrust pulled a deeper, darker moan from the younger witch.
His feet carried him a little closer, clothes vanishing with a wordless spell. Unaware of what he was doing and truly driven by his cock, he found himself reaching out and kneeling on the bed next to Ginny's head, the tip of his cock brushing against her sweet, pink lips.
"Open up for Daddy, Ginny."