Hermione said nothing as she rested on her knees before her best friend, taking in the sight of his cock, and preparing to take it to her mouth literally. Though, it felt like a challenge. From this close, his cock looked even better.
Hermione took a deep breath, preparing herself for the challenge. She was never been afraid of the challenges, and the current one was not an exception. Particularly when every instinct of her was begging her to bury it deep into her body.
She shuddered. She had never felt this aroused in her life. And, that was with not knowing how would it feel. "Let's start," he said as he used her hair as a handle, pulling her forward roughly before he pushed her down.
She asked for hard. He was giving to her.
"Open your pretty mouth, Hermione," he ordered. She did and closed her eyes even as he pushed her down to his throbbing cock, her mouth filling with the unfamiliar taste. Not a pleasant one, yet still exactly what she needed. She closed her eyes, letting herself lost in the sensation of being filled as Harry used her head as a toy, pushing her up and down aggressively.
Or, what she thought to be aggression, until he spoke once more. "That's enough warm-up," he said. Her eyes popped open, catching his face, shocked by the depths of lustful hunger filling his face. He was not joking.
Yet, Hermione said nothing, accepting the invasion. He pushed, and something intruded into her throat. Painful, forcing a gag, yet still spectacular. She did her best to keep her eyes locked on his, seeing that it worked wonders for his pleasure.
He was so big that he speared her throat, forcing her jaw to open. She gagged and wheezed, but one thing was true. She was not a quitter … particularly when she enjoyed it so much. "Too bad Ron didn't prepare you for it," he mocked.
Hermione wanted to admonish him about pushing him, but the memory of Ron with Lavender was still fresh enough to dissuade her. Instead, when he allowed her to breathe, she answered. "I mean, obviously," she answered instead, feeling lightheaded. Then, without prompting, she leaned down and kissed his cock.
Somehow, it felt like a bigger betrayal than the earlier situation, and made Hermione even more excited. It was so wrong, yet so right. Harry's grin showed that he thought the same thing. He was driving the moment further and further.
She smiled naughtily.
"Anything for the best man —" she started, which was all she was able to say before he pulled her down to his cock.
"Less talking, more deepthroating," he teased. "We have to work hard if we want to finish before the morning." Her hips curled around his large girth, gripping like a vice, as she rapidly sank once more, moaning erotically.
Her body flushed once more as his shaft touched the back of her throat. But, this time, he pulled back slowly until only the crown was in her mouth. "Lick," he ordered.
Hermione started to treat it as a particularly delicious ice cream she found during the middle of a hot day, sucking and lucking with all the gusto she could manage. Her tongue danced, her cheeks hallowed, and her lips danced. Not for naught, as Harry's grunts started to get louder.
Encouraged, she flicked her tongue wildly around the tip as she sucked, bringing her hand to her balls, teasing. There, she noticed another important detail she had forgotten. Her engagement ring. Right now, it shone on her finger as she fondled his balls, her head bobbing repeatedly.
It was glorious.
"Fuck, I was such a moron back at school," he muttered. Hermione was glad that he pushed her head down at that moment, invading her throat once more, because she didn't know what to say. Maybe he was, but then so was she.
She had no idea how fun it would be to be on her knees in front of her best friend, she would have done it much earlier. Maybe when Ron decided to abandon them during their seventh year.
Her inability to answer didn't slow Harry down. He pushed her down again and again, treating her like a hungry bitch that could only be satisfied by his cock. In his defense, it didn't feel like he was wrong. Over and over she let out muffled moans as she was pounded in her mouth. His grunts mixed well with her muffled moans.
She was already being driven mad, when one of his hands sneaked lower, and started squeezing her tits once more. However, it wasn't like his earlier grasp, gentle and teasing. This time, he treated them like he owned them. Rough and merciless, enough to leave his mark. Hermione accepted his mark.
She had never been treated as a toy, but then she never actually trusted anyone to treat her like this. Not even her fiancee. Though, considering she didn't trust him enough to give her virginity before the wedding, maybe it was not a surprise.
Only now, she understood it was the case. She always had many excuses, but comparing the speed she surrendered to Harry, it was obvious. Even now, when Harry hadn't really been in her life for the last five years, molested her in front of her fiancee with the full knowledge of her true identity, and now abusing her throat with absolutely no commitment other than indirectly suggesting another tumble in the sheets, Hermione still trusted him more than Ron.
What an absurd realization.
With that, she grabbed his legs and dived back to his dick even when his grip loosened, pushing herself through pure willpower. Though, once her throat had been reshaped by his shaft, it was much easier despite her constant gagging.
It paid off, as his hands shifted back to her tits, boosting the sensation even more. The room was filled with gagging and sucking sounds that had no doubt spilled to the corridor despite the closed door, making her wonder if there was anyone listening.
Though, even if there was, they would think that it was Harry with the random stripper rather than the bride-to-be. Though, she doubted that, at this point, she would have stopped even if they knew the truth. She was too lost in pleasure to care about anything else. She just bobbed her head, her hair dancing freely.
She was about to lose herself in the pleasure, which was why she felt a momentary annoyance when he grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She looked at him questioningly. She didn't verbalize the question, but mostly because she was busy gasping and gagging desperately.
"As much as I enjoyed your throat, I'm dying to feel your tits around my cock," he said. "You can't imagine how many sleepless nights I had back when we were at the school, imagining them around my cock."
"You should have asked," she said even as she adjusted herself, more than happy to fulfill that fantasy. His cock, glistening with her spit, nestled between her tits easily, still huge. She wasn't as big as Susan, but they were still big enough to comfortably wrap around them. She started moving, enjoying the sudden reversal as he groaned.
Wanting to push him even more, she recaptured the crown between her lips, his monster size allowing him to do so comfortably. She slammed her face up and down while her tits gave him the pleasure she had been searching for a long time.
As she continued, her eyes focused on her ring once again, but this time, feeling even less guilt and even more pleasure, surrendering herself not just to the moment, but also more. Her pussy burned with desire.
"Fuck, you're so good," he moaned as her tongue danced at his crown once again while she caught her breath. "I wasn't wrong. You're an excellent learner. If I wasn't here for the first half and watching you learn, I would have suspected you spent your Hogwarts years sucking cock like Lavender did."
"It helps when you enjoy it immensely," Hermione answered even as she continued to move up and down, giving Harry the titjob he had been dreaming for years. And, his groans confirmed it. "I'm close," he said. "Pick where you want my cum."
Hermione was struck with an incredibly naughty temptation when she saw an object sitting on the table. "On my face and my tits," she said even as she picked up speed, bringing him to completion.
"I'm there," he called. Hermione pulled back, positioning herself perfectly, but made sure her left hand, with her engagement ring shining, stayed on her tits. He exploded, line after line landing on her face, her tits, and her ring. Hermione hummed in satisfaction. "Fuck, that's the most beautiful view I have ever seen," he said.
"How about immortalizing it," Hermione said as she waved her hand, summoning the camera that was sitting on the desk innocently, and passed it to Harry.
"Grab my dick," he said before raising the magical camera. She did with her ring finger once again, her smile growing even wider. Who knew betrayal could be so fun.
The flash exploded. "One more, while I clean you," she said as she took him in her mouth, the flash exploded again. And along with it, her desire. Somehow, she managed to orgasm as he took her photo, far more explosive than any other time.
She had never felt like this before, and they didn't even move to the main course…