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Why Not Ron	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pansy bit her bottom lip as Ron threw his leg around the pole, then launched himself in the air, spinning around three times before landed on the bed again. Pansy let out a squeal.

“Where did you learn that?” She asked.

“I practiced on the Quidditch pitch.” She roared with laughter. “Actually that’s the first time I tried. I was praying the whole way through it that I wouldn’t make a tit of myself.” She laughed and gripped her sides.

“Well if you’re going to do this,” she reached for her wand, “the scene should be complete.” She aimed it at the radio and turned on the wizarding wireless network. A fast beat song came on filled with rapid fire drums. Ron let out a chuckle.

“This?” He asked.

“What’s wrong with this?”

“Nothing if I’m about to dance for a gay bar.”

“Well women and gays like the same thing.” She put her wand on the night table. “Now get to it ginger.”

Ron gripped the pole and began moving his hips to the beat. He arched his back against the pole, and reaching with one hand, unbuckled his belt. Then keeping one hand on the pole, he leaned back far enough to brush the duvet with his hair. He took the buckle of his belt and yanked it from the loops, hurling it across the room. Pansy let out a series of giggles.

Ron slid low, then arched his hips and brushed his crotch up and down the pole. Pansy covered her eyes for a moment then bit her knuckle. Dropping on his knees, he yanked his shirt out of his trousers and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying in all directions. Pansy squealed as they hit the wall.

He smiled and rolled his shoulders and he slipped his shirt off. Seeing Pansy getting excited at his body was quite a turn on. He got up and leaned back against the pole, keeping his stance wide as he unzipped his trousers.

Pansy was moving her shoulders to the music as she watched him. He turned his back and holding the pole with both hands, he rolled his body against the pole, allowing his trousers to slide down his hips with his movements. He kicked them off, facing Pansy again in his shorts.

She was biting her knuckle again. She rose on her knees, moving her body to the music. Ron got on his knees in front of her, unable to take it any longer. He took her in his arms and pulled her close, kissing her deeply while he unhooked her bra. Breaking the kiss for a moment he pulled it off and tossed it over his shoulder.

Pansy slipped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his chest. “That was a lovely dance my dear.” She said, before circling his nipple with her tongue.

“I’m glad you enjoy…oh gods Pansy.” She gently sucked on his nipple. While she paid homage to his chest her hands slipped into the waistband of his shorts and squeezed his ass.

“You have a marvelous body.” She moved to his other nipple, while her hands came around and wrapped around his cock. He groaned and let his head fall back. “I thought I might reward you for giving me such a good show.” Pushing his shorts past his hips, she leaned down and took his head in her mouth.

“Shit!” He looked down and watched as Pansy’s head moved back and forth and up and down. Her back was arched as sucked him. He ran his hands down her smooth skin, to her ass.

“You’re beautiful baby.” He whispered. She got up and eased him on his back and pulled his shorts off. While she flicked her wand to kill the radio, Ron eyed her ass. Before she could kneel down again Ron had grabbed her hips.

“Let’s try this.” He lifted her to straddle his face, while her lips ended up above his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down to his face. Yanking her thong to the side, he slipped his tongue into her pussy.

“Damn Ron!” She gasped and dropped her head swallowing him down. The sounds of the couple slurping on each other filled the room. Pansy’s juices covered Ron’s jaw. He rolled his head around trying to gather as much as he could.

Pansy took him as far as she could, reaching down and cradling his sack in her hand, rolling it along her fingers. She reached out her arms, spreading his legs and bending his knees. Lowering her head, she took one side of his sack in her mouth.

Ron groaned lifting his hips. Pansy felt the vibrations of his noises on her pussy. She covered his sack with saliva, stroking his cock.

Ron rolled them over and rose up. Pansy lifted her legs and he slid the thong off. She could see it was soaked. Staying on his knees he grabbed her hips and pulled her close. He leaned forward slightly and slid his cock inside her. She arched her hips up to his.

He reached down and lifted her under her arms. “Hold my shoulders.” He told her. She held on as he lifted her, settling on his knees again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. He kept hold of her waist and then rose up and then back down.

Pansy cradled his head to her breasts while his movements slid him in and out slowly. Every time Ron raised his hips, she thrust hers forward, taking him deep.

Ron sucked and nibbled on her nipples while she clutched at him.

“Ron?” She said while they moved.

“What is it my darling? What do you want?” He hadn’t stopped his movements. In fact, he added an extra thrust when he rose making her breasts bounce.

“I want to try something. I want to know how it feels.” She said, looking at him.

“How what feels?” She took his hand and pulled them away from her waist. He watched patiently as she fell to her back and brought her knees to her chest. Ron was still buried inside her. She gave him a wink.

He gripped her hips and began moving again. With her legs pulled up she had the perfect view of his cock sliding into her. He moved slowly watching every vein disappear into her.

Keeping himself upright he reached for her wrists and used them to pull her closer each time he thrust. Her toes began curling as his thrusting turned hard. He drove into her body as she gasped and shrieked, wrapping her fingers around his wrists.

“Pansy love, I want to try something now.” He didn’t stop moving. Pansy couldn’t form words so she nodded her head. He stopped and pulled out.

Grabbing her hips he flipped her on all fours and knelt behind her. He guided his cock to her pussy and waited. “Is this alright love?” He asked, knowing that some women didn’t like it this way. But Pansy was heated and wanted him to continue. She reared back and took him back inside hard.

Ron let out a gasp, grabbed hold of her hips and starting rutting into her from behind. He felt himself nearing his orgasm but he knew she wasn’t there yet. This was their wedding night and he’d hang himself before he left her unsatisfied.

He leaned down and reached under her, sliding his hand to her pussy, searching for her button. He found it in mere seconds and rolled his middle finger over it. Her yelps and shrieks began blending together and she reached her boiling point.

“I know what’s coming.” Ron said into her ear and he worked his hips harder. Soon he felt it. That tightening down from her pussy. He fucked harder listening to her scream as she backed into him and arched her hips. Her fists white-knuckled the bed sheet.

When she came down slowly Ron sought his own release. He loved fucking her after she came. Slipping himself into that new wetness was amazing. He gripped her hips and drilled hard and fast.

She grabbed hold of the sheet and she was thrown forward with every thrust of his hips. She felt his sack brush against her overly sensitized clit. She heard Ron begin letting out loud groans, she knew he was close.

She dropped her chest down on the mattress and rested her face against the sheet. Pushing back into him, she felt him drawn deeper. She knew Ron felt it because she distinctly heard him let out a whimper as he began thrusting with more ardor.

“Come for me Ron. I want to feel it.” She grunted out against the sheet. Ron unleashed his inner animal and soon the two were screaming out. Ron felt the sensations in his sack building.

“Pansy…..I…….I’m……” He tightened his hold on her hips, pulling her back to him. “AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” He thrust as deep as he could. Pansy closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of her husband releasing inside of her.

He fell beside her, both of them gasping for air in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“Pansy?” Ron managed about ten minutes later.

“Yes Ron?” Her eyes were still closed but she smiled with one side of her mouth.

“Have you read the Kama Sutra before?” He asked. She chuckled, still not having the energy for a full laugh.
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