Buttery Buns ch.6

He growls, his lips never leaving her body as he slips both hands under her dress to caress her smooth skin. Her hips are bare on his lap, and her panties are tiny. The night air is filled with her spicy feminine scent, teasing his cock along with her wetness.

He pushes his hips to alleviate the ache, and Daphne grinds relentlessly against his hardness. Blissful desire masks her face as she closes her eyes with him. In his mind, a memory of their countless shared sessions surfaces, and he groans even louder.

"Oh God, I can't believe this is happening," she murmurs, still gazing at him with desire. Then she drops to her knees, reaching for his pants' belt.

Blood rushes south in gallons as he watches his ex-girlfriend undress him and extract his erection. "Mmmm," Daphne purrs, licking her lips. "Just as I remembered it. Long and thick."

And then she does what she always does, measuring his length and girth with her hand. "An inch thicker than I remember," she says with a smile. "You've grown up, Max."

"Shut up and suck me, baby," he says hoarsely.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then she smiles. "I like the manly Max."

Damn. He groans. He missed the sassy Daphne and her jokes. She used to make fun of his manhood all the time. Once, she dared to make breadsticks in the shape of his penis, and he baked them at his house when he was alone. He still remembers Daphne's surprised face when he presented her with his masterpiece, and his satisfaction as he watched her suck the breadstick until it became soggy.

Daphne slowly parts her lips and wraps them around his thick shaft. But the moment her lips touch his skin, she lets him go and sticks out her tongue. She licks his sensitive crown a few times and swirls it with her tongue to tease him, just like she used to, before enclosing him again in her mouth. Slowly, she descends inch by inch until she feels her soft palate. He grabs her shoulders tightly, expecting her to choke. Surprisingly, she doesn't even flinch as he enters her tight canal.

"Darling, you don't have to..." he says, his voice strained, resisting the urge to thrust because his cock disagrees with his brain. He wants to be deep inside her, craving the embrace of her silky muscles.

Daphne doesn't say anything but nods up and down.

"Damn, Daphne," he blurts out. "You've become so good at this."

He wants to praise her, but deep down, he's also jealous. How did she become this good? How many men has she practiced on?

Daphne lets his shaft slide out of her mouth as if she can read his mind. "Max, I've never done this with anyone else. You can believe me or not. This is one of the few places I've never let anyone else in."

Damn. The realization makes him even hornier. He recalls how during their countless nights, he went through the full course, starting with her hands and mouth, then her breasts and pussy.

"I need to be inside your pussy, Daphne," he tells her, pulling her up by her arms. "Or else..."

"Yes, do it, please, Max." She gets up, letting him remove her panties.

Setting aside the clothing, he looks at her almost naked, her nightshirt snug around her waist, her magnificent breasts pushing toward him, begging for his touch. He takes one of them in his hand, savoring the sight of a place he'd longed for over the years, even in times when he held resentment toward her. He indulges in pleasure like an addict, despite the pain the woman left in his soul.

"Damn, you're so wonderful, baby." He runs his fingers through her wet center, then plunges his nose into it to inhale her spicy scent.

As Daphne grabs onto his shoulders, he licks her soft mound, then her silky folds, making her gasp. "Oh yes, Max. I've missed this too. Give me more, please."

He doesn't hesitate to give her what she desires. Spreading her legs, he presses his mouth to her wet slit, sucking greedily and moaning like a hungry beast. Meanwhile, his cock swells, ready to explode.

For a moment, he teases her with his tongue, and then he withdraws. "I need to be inside you now, baby. Ride me," he tells her hoarsely.

"Yes, sir," Daphne obediently replies and straddles him again, her dripping center taking his hardened cock.

Gripping his arms with both hands, she slides along his shaft, covering him with her juices. They moan in unison. "Damn, baby, you've got a hot spring down there."

"And you have an award-winning wand for massage," Daphne responds. Then she shifts her hips to rub her clit.

It takes him a moment to remember their old joke. Right, Daphne and her award for the favorite penis. He won it by default because he was the only guy she had. "So, am I still the winner?" he grumbles.

"Of course you are," she says, interrupting her movement. "There was never anyone else."

The bitterness that haunted him for years dissipates like clouds swept away by the wind. Suddenly, he can't wait any longer. "Damn it, woman. Stop teasing me and let me in."

He lifts her by the hips, spreading them and placing her dripping entrance on the tip of his cock, then thrusts inside.

Daphne moans as her muscles clench around him, resisting him for a moment.

He growls. "What happened, darling? Am I not welcome?"

"I'm sorry," she apologizes. "I just haven't been with any men for years. And I haven't used my dildo for a while."

The knowledge of this pleases him. She's still his. "No wonder. You feel like a virgin, Daphne." He then pinches her nipples to arouse her, just as he did when they first met.

Daphne moans. "Yes. Oh God. Do you remember our first time, Max?"

He coughs in agreement, recalling how both of them were clumsy during their first encounter. They were both inexperienced virgins. He might have gotten a few tips from his dorm mates when they boasted about their sexual experiences with girls, but it didn't help much. He came barely two seconds after breaking her virgin barrier.

But then they had plenty of practice to become experts who knew how to please each other. Patience is the key. He interrupts his attempt to go further. Instead, he tilts her face and leans in to kiss her, gently stroking her tongue with his, making her moan. He moves his lips across her face, nibbling her earlobe and the sensitive spot beneath it. He kisses her neck and collarbone, then descends to her enticing breasts. He takes one of them in his hand and molds it, sucking on the other. Her nipple becomes even harder and thicker as he swirls his tongue around it, letting it slide in and out of his mouth.

"Oh God, Max," Daphne begs. "You're still so good at this. Fuck me, baby, fuck me now!"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence as she feels another stream of her juices flowing down her body. Her muscles also relax, and his cock smoothly enters her eager canal. When his balls are deep in her magical realm, he releases a deep groan and closes his eyes to savor the heavenly sensation that engulfs his core and radiates throughout his body.

Over the years, he's been with many women. Many of them are beautiful and sexy, but sex with them was never this satisfying. Daphne feels like home and belongs to him despite the long separation. Being with her gives him the illusion that the last twenty years never existed. Just as the unpleasant events and the people who separated them. They are together again, his beloved from Hogwarts and him. United at the hips. And they will never part again.

"Darling, tell me you're mine," he says possessively, lifting her by the hips and pushing her down. He does it slowly and deliberately, making sure she takes his full length and feels every centimeter of him.

"I'm yours, Max," she says continuously, gazing deep into his eyes. "I always have been."

Blood rushes to Harry's balls, and he groans. Unable to control his pace any longer, he thrusts into her tight passage like a wild beast, fucking her with dedication. Daphne immediately adjusts to his rhythm, her hips moving like a skilled dancer, her breasts bouncing like a pair of milk-filled sacks threatening to burst. Just the sight of it fuels his desire, not to mention how they rub against his solid chest. He playfully slaps them, making them bounce even more, and Daphne laughs, reminding him how much she used to enjoy it when he played with her like that.

Damn it. He used to wear those tight shirts to school just to tease her, making him imagine all day how he would unbutton her and slide his hand under her shirt to caress her at the first opportunity.

Damn it. Harry wants this moment to last, but it's not up to him. His orgasm is approaching, whether he's ready or not. He can't wait to fill the woman he loves with his seed... He's about to release, but then he stops abruptly.

"What happened? Don't stop!" Daphne complains.

"I need to cast a contraceptive spell," Harry Potter says. It's an old habit. As much as he loved Daphne as a teenager, he never allowed himself to deposit his seed in her because they were young, and his father constantly warned him not to fool around with any girls while under his roof.

Daphne leans down to place a kiss on his forehead. "You haven't changed, Max. You're still so caring and responsible. But not now, darling," Daphne said. "I need your seed. I regret never letting you use a condom; maybe then..." She stops speaking, letting him guess the obvious remainder of the sentence.

Harry often desired the same thing. If he had slept with Daphne, she wouldn't have married someone else. But on the other hand, they were so young. Getting pregnant would have been disastrous. Their lives would definitely have changed. Maybe they would have even gotten married, but would they be happy or hold resentment toward each other? He would never know. There's no point in speculating.

"Are you sure?" Harry asks.

"Yes, Max. Put your child in me," she says softly, her blue eyes staring at him intensely, pleading with him.

"You've got it, darling," Harry growls as he plunges into her again, harder, faster, and deeper.

Daphne moans so loudly that Harry thinks about the possibility of waking up the neighbors, but he doesn't care. All he knows is that she feels like heaven, warm and drenched. Their thighs are smeared with her juices, and she can barely sit still on his lap for even a second. He grips her tightly to prevent her from falling during her enthusiastic movements. And he thrusts into her with equal fervor. He pounds like an untamed stallion, and she rides him like a wild rodeo girl.

"I'm close, Max," Daphne moans, tensing up.

His cock pulses in response, as if on cue. Fueled by the power flowing through him, he coughs and thrusts uncontrollably like a runaway freight train.

Daphne's face twitches as her walls grip his cock with powerful waves, forcing him to release a gallon of seed into her womb.

A moment later, Harry embraces Daphne, who leans awkwardly toward him, her glistening eyes fixed on him. He kisses her gently on the lips, and she smiles.

"Thank you, darling," she says. "For taking me tonight. I'll be happy if I don't get fucked for the rest of my life."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he scolds her. "I haven't finished with you yet. I haven't even had those amazing tits of yours. By the way, they look incredible."

She giggles as he teases her again. "I knew you wanted them the moment you walked into the warehouse. Your eyes were glued to them."

Damn. "You're so pleased with yourself." He squeezes her, causing her to squirm, and when she does, she nearly slips off his lap, reminding him of how wet it is between them, especially after their fluids mix.

He holds onto her butt to stabilize her, then slides his hand to tease her cheeks. Her eyes become dreamy again. "Max Bruno, you're still so naughty," she says with a giggle.

"Have you already reminded me?" he asks hoarsely.

"No," she shakes her head. "I saved it for you."

His manhood becomes restless again. "Good. I'll take it someday."

"Someday?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, darling," he whispers as he gently inserts a finger into her posterior. "I plan to make love to you every time I return to the city."

She sighs. "Really? So, this isn't just... a one-night adventure? And what about your... Do you have no one else?"

He shakes his head. "I wouldn't be doing this if I did, my love."

"Oh, God. Max, I don't deserve you at all." Tears trickle down her cheeks as she kisses him once more. "But I promise I'll do whatever you desire to make amends for the wrong I've inflicted upon you, alright?"

"Are you serious?" His flaccid manhood quivers at the suggestion.

"Yes, Max."

"Alright, let's go to my room. There are a few things I've envisioned doing to discipline you," he says. "We'll start with some spankings."

"That sounds so enticing, Max," she moans as another surge of wetness escapes her. Damn. She doesn't think they'll manage to fall asleep tonight.