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She’d just left. There was no way she’d be back so soon. He could hear someone walking down the hall. But his prissy little stepsister, Hermione, was going to her student government meeting. It had to be a maid or—whoever else. It didn’t matter. He opened the top drawer, revealing the collection of pink and white lace he’d become obsessed with. It was pathetic—this need to touch her. And the closest he’d let himself get to actually having her was this, stealing her soft, silky knickers while she was out and fucking them like they were her sweet little innocent cunt.
Draco disgusted himself. Not enough to stop, mind you. He unzipped his trousers, right there in her room, and slipped his already interested cock out of the placket of his boxers. He’d done this enough times before for his body to be primed for it. Just the smell of her bedroom would make his cock ache now. He wrapped the pretty pink scrap around his cock and began to fuck his fist, fast, angry, vicious.
She was a no one and a nothing. He was the Heir to the Malfoy name. So why, fucking why, did he want her so much?
His cock was dripping, spilling precome onto the fabric and easing his way. He fucked faster, harder, right on the edge now—
“I knew it was you stealing my— What the fuck, Malfoy?” She was there in her room, her eyes glued to where he was still thrusting into his own palm, unable to stop.
“I thought you were taking them to annoy me.” Her voice was quiet, confused, but her eyes were wide and locked on his hand, her knickers, and his cock.
Draco merely shrugged. “I think this would probably annoy you more.”
The sound of his voice seemed to shake her from her frozen state. She stepped closer, hand on her hips, and her face full of gorgeous fury. “Don’t do it. Don’t you fucking dare come in my knickers, you fucking perv.”
His cock twitched. Did she know she was only making him harder—every stern word and disappointed glare bringing him closer to the edge? He moaned. He was so close now.
“I mean it, Malfoy.” She was right on top of him now, his hand actually brushing her hip with every pump. “Don’t”
He tried to obey her, he really did. He fought with his body, fought to slow his hand to hold back the deluge of cum his balls were begging to release. He took a deep, steadying breath. His strokes slowed. Her deep brown eyes met his repentant silver. “Good boy.”
He came. Spilling obscenely, his cock throbbing, twitching, spurting. A white sticky mess on pretty pink silk.
She frowned. “And you’d been doing so well.