Chapter 3: Rising Action
Ron was still standing in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.
Hermione sighed and sat down on the bed, her back to Ron. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"Why do you always have to push me away?" she asked, her voice quivering. "Why can't you just let me be?"
Ron took a step forward, wanting to reach out for her but unsure of what to say.
Hermione felt tears welling up in her eyes and she quickly turned around, wiping them away.
Ron stood there, watching her with a look of concern on his face.
“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Ron asked, his voice gentle and understanding.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and regain control of herself.
“I just…I can’t do this,” she stammered, looking down at her hands.
“Do what?” Ron asked, stepping closer to her.
“This,” Hermione replied, gesturing between them. “Us.”
Ron frowned, looking at her with confusion. “What do you mean, us?
What’s wrong?” Ron asked again, his voice laced with confusion. “We’ve been doing this for months now. Why are you suddenly pulling away from me?”
Hermione looked down at her hands, struggling to find the words to explain herself.
“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I just can’t. I want to, but I just can’t.”
Ron took a step closer to her, placing a gentle hand on her thigh.
“Hermione,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
“Please, don’t do this. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She reached up and traced the lines of his face with her fingertips, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her skin.
“I love you too, Ron,” she whispered. “But I can’t do this. I can’t be with you like this.”
Ron’s heart sank as he realized that Hermione was serious.
He had never seen her like this before, and he didn’t know how to react. He felt like he was losing her, and he didn’t want to let her go.
”I can’t do this anymore, Ron,” Hermione said, her voice trembling.
Ron put a finger to Hermione’s lips. He then grabbed her and pinned her down on the couch. Ron lifts Hermione’s skirt, pulls down her parties and slams his cock into her asshole.
“Fuck.. Oh my god...”
Her ass clamps tightly around Ron’s cock, she moans in ecstasy.
“You like that Hermione...
He pulls out of her ass and looks at her, his face distorted with lust and desire. Hermione reaches out and runs her fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his sweat-drenched skin against hers.
"I know what you're thinking," Ron says, his voice low and husky. "You're wondering what comes next."
Hermione nods, her heart racing with anticipation. She can hardly contain her excitement as she waits for Ron to continue.
“Please, not again” Hermione begged as Ron shoves his hard cock deep in her asshole. “No! Please!” She screamed in pain, biting her lip in pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ron taunted, pounding harder into her asshole.&
“Yes!” Hermione cried out, pleasure and pain warring within her.&
Ron’s pace quickened, his movements becoming erratic as he approached orgasm.&
With one final, powerful thrust, he came inside her asshole, his body shaking with release.&
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing into her.&
Hermione let out a contented sigh, feeling comfortably full and happy with her choice.
She turned to Ron and smiled, feeling a surge of love for him.
"Yes, I want you inside me," she said, her voice low and husky.
Ron's eyes brightened with excitement as he moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body as they continued to make out.
Hermione moved her hands down to Ron's belt buckle, undoing it with expert precision. As soon as it was undone, she pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his rock-hard member.