Woah, Wicked | Fred Weasley

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May 30th

Kisses of war.

She wanted to fuck her way out of things. She needs something good in her life to take up all the ugly. To forget all she has seen and done in a pleasant time. And so did he. He needed to forget about downstairs. They needed time to be forgotten.

She stood still holding onto her wardrobe staring at herself in the mirror. Fred viewed her from the bathroom watching her as she analyzed herself.

"Merlin I don't deserve you," Fred spoke as he pushed himself off the wall walking toward her.

She stood still watching him walk over to her. He pressed his chest against her spine. His hands were placed in his hips as he ran them up feeling every inch of her. She shivered into him pleased with his gestures.

He began kissing her collar bone lifting her strap off her shoulder. He lifted the other strap and then went her blouse revealing her perked-up breasts.

Fred admired her before trailing his hands back down her torso to her hips caressing smoothly over her skin.

"Let me touch you," Fred whispered in her ear as she snapped her mouth shut to hush moans.

"Let me please you," he muffled into the other ear. Leaving kisses along her shoulders.

His fingers traced over her boobs and he guided her to bend down.

"Do you want me?" He questioned.

"I want all of you." She begged, slipping her eyes shut as she felt his fingers trace along her underwear.

He removes his dick from his underwear ready to be inside of her. She moved her underwear to the side and plummeted into her.

She released a moan and Fred's response was, "You like that?"

She did. She loved every inch of him. She loved how painful it was when he hit her back wall. She loved that he was the one to fuck her.

His questions moan into her ear as he slams into her. Sliding his left hand down to her clit rubbing it in fast circular motions.

That movement got Genevieve going she lets out a shuttering scream of moans as he began to thicken his pace.

He slammed into her filling her up. His right hand moved to her throat lifting her, her spin hit his chest.

"Look how beautiful you sit on my cock." He whispered before releasing out of her. She was confused both of them have yet to cum.

He laughs and guided her to the bed. He wanted this time to be special and rememberable.

She lay spread out along the sheets soaked and ready for him. He climbed on top of her and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Leaving butterfly kisses around her throat.

His arms snaked up tightening his grip onto her wrist. He tugged them above her head and held onto her with his left hand.

"Do you want more darling?" He questions continuing to soak in her skin.

"Yes please."

And he slammed into her once more. This time it wasn't a fast pace. It was a normal speed, he got to feel every part of her in the rhythm. The way each part of her felt as he slowly crept back inside her. She felt him slow his pace and as he moved inside her, she felt every part of him. The slow technique he was doing to feel her made her go crazy because she now could feel every part of him too.

He forced himself to slip every inch in her, once he hit her back wall they were mesmerizing the sensation.

"Does that feel good?" He studies as she moans out loud well he slams it deep into her.