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Breaking the Girl

Chapter 5

They’d eaten dinner as if nothing at all was unusual, but every time he glanced at Gabrielle, her cheeks would flush, and she’d quickly look away. At first, he thought maybe he’d overstepped his bounds in the willow grove, but every now and then he caught her staring at him, and he realized just how needy she really was. When he finally slipped upstairs, he couldn’t help but feel excited.

He took a long, scalding shower. Steam swirled around the bathroom and fogged up the mirror. Harry braced his arms on the sink and stared at his own reflection. He tried to look for some sign that he was doing something insane, or wrong, or that he was betraying Fleur, but all he could see back was an excited expression.

Fleur cracked the bathroom door and peeked in. Fleur had a teasing smile on her face. “You are taking forever,” she said.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to look presentable,” he confessed. He didn’t know if it made him more or less of a man to admit it, but Fleur seemed pleased.

She stepped closer and looked him over. “You look as ‘andsome as always,” she said. “I put clothes on the bed,” she told him, and then smacked his naked ass as he walked past her. Harry put on the clothes Fleur had chosen, and she reached up to fix his collar. Her hands lingered on his shoulders. Her lips brushed his ear, and she whispered, “She is very nervous. Do not tease ‘er too much tonight.”

Harry snorted. Fleur grabbed her favorite bottle of cologne and spritzed him. She then stepped back. “If you are going to make love to ‘er, you should at least smell good, non?”

He speechlessly stared at her, and Fleur smiled cheekily. She kissed his cheek and shooed him down the hall. “Go on,” she said. “She’s waiting.”

Harry made his way down the corridor and stood for a moment in front of Gabrielle’s door, collecting his thoughts. He raised his hand and knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately, as if Gabby had been waiting right behind it.

She looked entirely unlike the girl from this afternoon. She wore a red silk dress that clung to her body and shimmered in the lamplight. The thin straps bared her shoulders and accentuated her collarbones, and the neckline plunged deep enough to expose the deep valley of her breasts. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and her legs were long, smooth, and bare. Her platinum blonde hair spilled down her back, and she had put on just enough makeup to make her blue eyes look enormous. At nineteen years old, Gabby was already a bombshell who could make men cum in their trousers with a simple look from her. 

Gabrielle’s cheeks were pink, but she smiled bravely. “ ‘Ello, ‘Arry,” she said, and stepped aside to let him in.

The room was cozy and neat, with a bed made up in fluffy white sheets. There was a desk covered in books and papers. There were no posters or decorations, but a vase of wildflowers stood on the windowsill. The window was open, and the cool night air made the curtains billow softly.

Harry stepped in, and Gabby closed the door behind him. Harry heard the click of the door lock. Gabrielle looked shy, and she remained quiet. Harry tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. The sight of Gabrielle in that dress made his throat go dry.

“You look beautiful,” he managed to say.

Gabby ducked her head and let out a nervous giggle. “Thank you,” she said. She spun in a slow circle, the silk skirt floating around her thighs. “Fleur bought me this dress last year,” she admitted. “But I never wore it before.”

Harry smiled and eyed her up and down. “It suits you.”

Gabrielle blushed even deeper. She sat on the edge of her bed and smoothed the skirt, but the dress kept sliding up her thighs no matter what she did. Harry smiled when she seemed completely at a loss for what to do. 

Harry moved closer and sat beside her, careful to keep a respectful distance. He could smell Fleur’s perfume. It was faint but unmistakable, and he realized she must have lent Gabby a dab as well. It was oddly comforting.

.

Harry cleared his throat. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

Gabrielle nodded, her face serious. “Yes. A little.” She twisted her hands in her lap. “But I want to do this.”

He reached over and took her hand, just as he had that afternoon. This time, she laced her fingers with his. Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he said, making sure she understood that.

Gabrielle shook her head. “I want to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It is just … I’m not sure ‘ow.”

Harry laughed softly, and the tension faded. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he said. She smiled and seemed to relax. She scooted closer until their hips touched.

“I am glad,” she said, and then she looked up at him through her long, thick lashes. “Will you kiss me, please?”

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, and Gabrielle melted instantly. Her arms slid around his neck, and she pulled him closer. Her lips tasted like mint, and Harry lost himself in the warmth of her mouth. He felt her heart pounding through her chest. He pulled back just enough to look at her. Gabby’s lips were parted, and she gazed up at him with a dazed, happy expression.

“You’re really pretty,” Harry said, stroking her under the chin.

Gabrielle laughed out a sweet sound that filled the room. She kissed him more bravely this time. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. It was shy but eager, and Harry slid his hands down to her waist and over the slippery silk. She whimpered softly into his lips.

She slid onto his lap and straddled his leg, and the dress rode up even higher. Harry’s hand explored the curve of her hip and the softness of her thigh. Gabby kissed him until she was out of breath. She then rested her forehead against his and panted for air.

She looked down at the hard bulge pressing against her knee, and her eyes went wide. “Oh,” she said quietly. Thinking that maybe it was too much for her to handle at the moment, he tried to shift away, but Gabby caught his face in her hands and kissed him again. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I want to see it.”

With trembling fingers, she reached down and opened his trousers. She dug around until she found what she was looking for. With a pull, Harry’s cock sprang out, thick and rock-hard. Gabby just stared at it with pure fascination. “It’s bigger than I thought,” she said, astonished by the sight. “Much bigger,” she added. Harry smiled in pride. 

Gabrielle was awestruck, and she marveled at the way her hand couldn’t even close around him. Not only that, but it was long enough to fit both of her hands with more room to spare. She looked up at Harry, as if checking for permission. She then leaned down and kissed the tip. Her tongue flicked over it. He could tell instantly that she was inexperienced, but knowing he would be the one to teach her sent a thrill up his spine. 

He inhaled loudly. “Gabby,” he said in a hoarse voice.

She smiled up at him with shiny lips. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah,” he gasped when she kissed the tip again. 

She giggled, clearly delighted that she had brought him some pleasure. She licked him slowly and took Harry’s cock into her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but she grew braver as she found her rhythm. Her hair fell like a curtain around his lap, and she peeked up at him every few seconds, seeking his approval.

Harry tried to play it cool, but Gabby’s enthusiasm overwhelmed him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and gently guided her head, but he resisted the urge to thrust. She sucked him with a clumsy intensity, moaning softly every time he twitched in her mouth. 

She tried to take more of him, but she gagged a little and jerked back, embarrassed. “Sorry!” she whispered, her cheeks bright pink.

Harry stroked her hair. “It’s alright. Just go slow. You don’t have to take all of it.”

She nodded, but she was determined to do a good job. “I want to,” she insisted. “For you.”

She tried again and went slower. She took the head into her mouth and slid her lips down until she felt the thickness fill her. She struggled when his cock hit the back of her throat, and she coughed it out, but she didn’t give up. She licked his shaft, kissed it, ran her lips up and down the length, and kept trying to take more. Each time she gagged, she pulled back, adjusted, and tried again. Harry was amazed by her persistence.

“Is this right?” she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Harry nodded. “You’re doing perfect,” he assured her.

She beamed, and her smile was luminous. Gabrielle dove right back in. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, and she kept her eyes on his, checking his reaction after every movement. Harry let out a shaky breath. He’d been with Fleur hundreds of times, but even she had never been this eager to practice or impress him. Then again, Fleur was so confident that she didn’t need to try to impress anyone. She impressed everyone by just being her natural self. 

Gabby sucked him in earnest now, her cheeks hollowing as she built up speed. “Use your tongue more,” Harry instructed through a moan. She used her tongue and flicked it over the sensitive spot beneath the head. Harry couldn’t help but groan. He was shocked at how quickly she was learning. “Just like that,” he moaned, gently using his nails to scratch the back of her head. 

She bobbed her head, and her hair fell forward in a shining curtain. It tickled his belly, and Harry found himself absently stroking her scalp, encouraging her. After a few minutes, Gabby stopped and caught her breath. She looked up at him. Her lips were glossy and swollen, and her eyes shone brightly. “ ‘ow do I make you … you know,” she asked, embarrassed to finish the sentence.

Harry laughed softly. “Just keep doing that,” he said. “But if it’s too much, you can use your hands.”

Gabrielle nodded. She licked her lips and wrapped both hands around his shaft. She pumped him up and down with a firm grip, and her gaze never left his. She kept her mouth around the tip, sucking and tickling him with her tongue. Harry’s body shuddered, and he realized he was dangerously close already.

“Gabby, slow down,” he warned, but she didn’t stop. She increased her tempo, determined to make him finish.

He tried to pull back, but Gabby held him firmly. She wanted to see it through. Harry gave in and let her set the pace. He watched her hair bounce and her tongue dart out. He saw her face flushed with excitement. It was intoxicating.

He groaned, and Gabby made a triumphant hum. She kept working him relentlessly, and her cheeks were pink with effort and arousal. “I’m almost there,” Harry gasped. “You’re going to make me …”

Gabrielle didn’t flinch. She kept going, her eyes fixed on his as he climaxed. It caught her by surprise, but she didn’t pull away. She kept her mouth around him while her hands stroked every drop out of him. Her warm, wet tongue danced over his sensitive flesh, making him jerk from the sensitivity. It was messy and awkward, but Gabby didn’t seem to care. She looked proud and almost giddy. When Harry finally slumped back, Gabby wiped her lips and grinned. “Did I do good?” she asked, hopeful.

He kissed the top of her head and nodded breathlessly. “Yeah. You did an amazing job.”

Gabrielle looked absurdly pleased. She kissed the tip once more, then crawled up to curl in his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I liked that,” she admitted shyly. “I want to do it again, but … I want more, too.”

Harry stroked her hair, and his hand lingered at the base of her neck. “What do you want?” he asked softly.

She didn’t answer right away. She squirmed in his lap, and the silk of her dress pulled up her thighs. She seemed to be at war with herself. She wanted to appear confident, but she was still fighting her nerves. At last, she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.”

Harry’s heart hammered in his chest. He pulled her in and kissed her. For a few minutes, they just sat together, kissing and cuddling. Harry’s hand was on her hip, and Gabby’s arms were wrapped around his neck. She eventually slid off his lap and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Will it ‘urt?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Just a little, at first,” Harry said honestly. He joined her on the bed, lying beside her and brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.

Gabby turned to face him. “Will you go slow?”

Harry nodded. “I promise.”

She smiled in relief and took his hand, guiding it to her thigh. She parted her legs slowly, letting the silk dress ride up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Harry’s breath caught.

Gabrielle was pale, perfect, and smooth all over. Her pussy was shaved bare. Harry touched her gently, and his fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. Gabby shivered, but she didn’t close her legs. Instead, she pushed her hips forward, inviting him to explore.

He stroked her pussy, teasing her. She was already wet, and her body was ready. Harry slipped a finger into her, and she gasped, clutching his arm. “It’s okay,” she said, her eyes shining. “I like it.”

Harry worked her to gently stretch her out. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulder. Gabby writhed under him, breathing raggedly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “I want you now,” she quietly told him. 

Harry stood and took off his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor, never taking his eyes off Gabrielle. She sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard with her knees pressed together. Harry saw the way her eyes went immediately to his cock. She bit her lip and blushed, smiling a little. Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down. He removed his boxers, and now, he was completely naked in front of her.

Gabrielle inhaled sharply at the sight of his body. Her gaze lingered on his cock. It was stiff and bouncing in anticipation. He waited, giving her time to look. Gabby’s mouth parted, and he could see her chest rising and falling. “You’re beautiful,” she said, almost in awe.

Harry grinned cheekily and took a step toward her. “So are you,” he told her. He reached down and gently pulled her up from the bed. Gabby stood and appeared suddenly bashful, and Harry placed his hands on her shoulders. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress and slowly slid them down her delicate shoulders. The silk clung to her, but as Harry worked it lower, the fabric slid easily over her skin. The neckline dipped, exposing the gentle rise of her breasts.

Gabby closed her eyes and trembled a little. Harry tugged the dress down over her breasts, down her slim belly, and over her wide hips. The material slid down her legs and pooled at her bare feet. She stepped out of it and stood in front of Harry, completely naked. She was slim and pale, with long, smooth legs. The curve of her waist was almost exaggerated by how narrow she was. Her breasts were high and perky and were topped by light pink nipples that stood out from her creamy skin. She hugged her arms over her chest, but Harry gently moved them away. He took her hands in his and guided her arms down.

Gabrielle’s belly was flat and toned, and the subtle muscles of her abdomen tensed as she drew a shaky breath. Below, her mound was perfectly bare and incredibly smooth. Her pussy lips were so taut that they could barely be seen. Harry stared, unable to help himself. He reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her gently. He let his hands travel down her neck and over her chest until he was cupping both of her breasts. He squeezed them softly, and Gabby whimpered into his mouth. He felt her nipples stiffen under his thumbs. She didn’t shy away. Instead, she pressed into his touch.

He knelt and kissed her belly before flicking his tongue over her cute belly button. Gabby’s hands began stroking his hair, and she let out a nervous giggle. Harry wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close, burying his face against her. He inhaled the scent of her wet pussy and groaned as his cock throbbed. He kissed her thighs, and Gabby gasped when his tongue slid over her smooth, hairless mound. He tasted her, and she shuddered.

Harry stood and picked her up with both hands, lifting her easily. Gabby squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and set her down on the soft covers. She lay there with her arms thrown above her head, her chest rising and falling. She stared up at Harry as he settled onto the bed beside her.

Her legs were parted slightly, and her pussy glistened in the low light. Her lips were pale pink, and the damp inner folds barely peeked out. She reached for Harry’s hand and guided it between her legs. He started slow, tracing her slit with his fingers, and she mewled and wriggled at his touch. Harry kissed her neck, shoulder, and then her breast. He licked her nipple, and Gabby gasped, arching her back.

He circled her clit with his thumb while he slid a finger inside her. She was tight, and she squeezed his finger so hard he worried it would hurt her, but Gabby only bucked her hips. She was slick and hot, and she pulled Harry on top of her, desperate for more.

He positioned himself between her legs, and his cock rested at the entrance to her pussy. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. Gabby nodded and pulled him closer. Harry lined himself up and pushed gently. He felt the initial resistance, then the hot, wet grip of her body as he slid in. Gabby grunted and clutched his shoulders as she spread her legs wider. He went in slowly until he was buried inside her. She was impossibly tight, and Harry had to fight to keep from finishing right away.

Gabby whimpered as she squirmed in place. “You’re so big,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Harry kissed her and waited, letting her get used to the feeling. After a few moments, Gabby relaxed her grip and moved her hips experimentally. Harry groaned and started fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts. Each time, she gasped, and her fingers dug into his back.

She was so tight and so warm, Harry could barely control himself. Gabby whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tight against her body. Her breasts pressed against his chest while she squeezed him between her thighs. He kept it slow, just as he’d promised, but every time he bottomed out inside her, Gabby’s whole body tensed, and she let out a soft whimper.

Harry cupped her face and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”

Gabrielle shook her head furiously. "Non! Please, do not stop," she begged.

He started moving faster, but he still kept his pace relatively slow. Gabby started to meet him thrust for thrust, and her hips bucked up to take more of him. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, and she clung to Harry desperately. He loved the feel of her, the frantic grip of her pussy, and the raw desire in her face.

She moaned Harry’s name and shuddered beneath him. “It feels so good,” she gasped. Her nails raked lightly down his back, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, forcing him deeper. Harry was close. He tried to slow down, but Gabby wouldn’t let him. She needed to be filled. She wanted it rougher, even if it hurt a little.

Gabrielle let out a high-pitched squeal when she came, and her already tight pussy was like a vice when her walls clamped down around him. She locked her legs around his waist and spasmed as pleasure raced up and down her spine. Her back bowed, and her toes curled. The sudden spasm pushed Harry over the edge, and he thrust hard, spilling inside her. Gabby squealed, bucked her hips, and clung to him as if she’d never let go. She moaned loudly when she finally felt his thick, hot cum painting her womb. 

The waves of pleasure had her body shaking and spasming. When they finally subsided, Harry collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight. He kissed her forehead and her cute nose. Gabby was breathless and sweaty, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. She held him tightly as her pussy continued to milk his cock. 

When his balls had been properly emptied, Harry rolled to the side and pulled Gabrielle with him. She curled into his chest, still trembling from the orgasm. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. Gabby smiled and pressed her face against his skin. “That was better than I ever imagined,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

Harry laughed and squeezed her tight. “You were amazing,” he quietly told her, and Gabby glowed at the praise.

She lay on top of him with the side of her head resting on his chest. She found that she really loved hearing his slow, steady heartbeat. Finally, Gabrielle lifted her head and looked at Harry with sparkling eyes. “Can we do it again?” she asked hopefully.

He kissed her and nodded. “As many times as you want,” he promised.

Gabby giggled and snuggled even closer. She was already thinking about the next time. However, she wasn’t able to think for very long. It all caught up with her, and she let out a cute yawn. Within minutes, she was asleep on his chest while squeezing him tightly.