Hogsmeade Inn ch.4

Next up were grocery shopping. He bought the necessary cleaning supplies and fresh fruits. In the meantime, Bellatrix stocked up on pork and vegetables.

"Why do you need that?" he asked.

"Dinner, silly. Daphne is going out with friends, so it's just the two of us tonight."

They returned home, and Harry helped Bellatrix put away the fresh produce. She looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Do you like whiskey? I think this calls for a celebration."

"To be honest, I've never tried it."

"Oh! You must!" She giggled, fetching a bottle from a high shelf. She poured them each a small glass. It was a strong drink that immediately warmed him. "It's good!" Harry said.

Bellatrix's cheeks tinted slightly. "Yes, very good," she replied. "Shall I start making dinner?"

"Sure, I'll help."

Bellatrix hummed a tune as they prepared dinner. Her round and inviting behind looked enticing in her jeans. Harry tried not to stare as she swayed her hips and sang along to the radio.

When Daphne wasn't around, he felt Bellatrix was much less reserved. She had less pressure to be the adult in the room.

As the alcohol buzzed through his system, they cooked together. Bellatrix laughed and frequently touched his arm. "It's nice to have a man in the house," Bellatrix giggled. "Finally, someone who can open containers and reach high shelves. Thank you, dear."

"You're welcome."

They felt like housemates. In Harry's mind, he pictured Bellatrix in a white wedding dress, waiting for him at the altar.

He shook his head. He was way too young for her. "Harry, can you help me chop these vegetables?" "Of course!"

As the whiskey flowed, his mind became increasingly hazy. It was hard to focus on the task at hand. Bellatrix was no different, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled.

"This is so much fun," she giggled. "Unfortunately, Daphne never wants to help me with cooking. But you have a knack for it!"

"At least that's something I can do after all you've done for me, Bellatrix."

"Oh, stop it!"

She took a step closer and ran her hand through his hair. His heart raced.

"You're such a sweet boy, Harry. I understand why your grandfather loved you so much."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. There was just one problem – he wasn't a boy. He was a man. And that man had an erection pressing into Bellatrix's soft body.

"Oh," she gasped, looking down.

"Damn. I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize, darling," Bellatrix said. "It's okay. Nature is nature."

She didn't pull away. In fact, she pressed even closer to him, making his bulge press against her even more.

"Yes."

Bellatrix's hands slid to the back of his neck. Her deep brown eyes locked onto his, and her lips parted slightly.

"I shouldn't," she whispered. "But I want to."

Bellatrix leaned forward and pressed her full lips against his.

Soft. She was so soft.

Harry let out a quiet moan as their tongues met. The deep kiss lasted for several seconds. When they finally separated, both were breathing heavily.

"Oh, Harry," she said. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked. "I want this."

He pulled her towards him again, and this time there was no uncertainty. They both knew what they wanted.

Their lips met once more, and this time the kiss was more hungry and filled with desire. His hands slid down her sides and settled on her wide, round hips. He squeezed her behind and pulled her even closer.

Bellatrix broke the kiss with wide eyes and a heaving chest.

He held his breath. This was the moment she would tell him to stop. That it was all a mistake. That he should move out of her house and leave Hogsmeade forever.

Instead, the English beauty grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing her large, full breasts.

Her ample bosom practically spilled out of her lacy bra. She reached behind herself to unclasp it, and her nipples popped free.

"Touch me, Harry," she said.

He didn't need to be told twice. Her large breasts fit perfectly in his hands – heavy and soft.

"Pinch me," she begged.

He pinched her stiff nipples, and Bellatrix gasped in delight. She tugged at his shirt and ran her hand over his body.

One minute they were cooking and talking in her small and cozy kitchen - and now Harry had Bellatrix's full, perfect tits in his hands!

Her hands slide down to his crotch, touching its hardness. He leans down to suck her hard nipples into his mouth. The Englishwoman throws her head back and moans.

"Oh, Harry. Oh, that feels so good!"

"You're so sexy, Bellatrix," moans Harry, burying his face in her chest. He's wanted to do this ever since he first laid eyes on her. His hands rest on her ass, and his lips move hungrily from one big, soft tit to the other.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles.

"Let me take care of you, baby," she says, dropping to her knees in front of him. She pulls down his boxers and takes a sharp intake of breath when she sees how big he is.

His hard cock is inches from her face. She feels her hot breath on his sensitive skin as she admires him. "So big," she gasps.

His hand comb through her silky black hair as Bellatrix wraps her pink lips around the head of his hard, aching cock. He can't help but moan as her warm, wet lips envelop him.

"Fuck, this is good," he moans.

Bellatrix makes a muffled sound of approval. Her lips are stretched wide around his member, and she tilts her head up and down, sucking hard. Wet, slurping sounds fill the kitchen as Bellatrix obediently worships his hard cock. He embraces her heavy tits and squeezes them. Each time he pinches her nipples, Bellatrix moans. Her sounds vibrate along the length of his shaft as she impatiently touches the head of his cock.

Harry can easily tell that she loves it when he takes control.

He grabs her hair and slowly fucks her mouth. Her eyes widen at the sight of his sudden dominance.

"Do you like it?" he asks, thrusting deeper and deeper. His cock slides into her warm, wet throat.

Bellatrix nods as she whoops and chokes on his cock, but her eyes beg for more. "Mmhmm!"

Mascara runs down her cheeks, but this gorgeous English MILF doesn't care. She wants nothing more than to please him. Her big brown eyes look at him submissively.

He grabs her hair and fucks her face hard. Bellatrix opens her mouth wider, letting him slide in deep. His balls slap against her chin as she whoops at his hardness. Bellatrix grabs the back of his thighs and pushes his cock even deeper into her mouth.

His testicles pulsate with need. She intends to shoot her load down the throat of the hungry slut and make him swallow every last drop. She intends to milk his cock dry with that wicked tongue of hers, and then.... "Dinner! It's on fire!"

Bellatrix steps back to warn him and points to the pan.

"Damn!" says Harry. He quickly pulls the pan off the stove, and Bellatrix jumps up to help him.

"It's okay, it can be saved," she laughs. Harry takes a step back to breathe, his hard cock still throbbing as Bellatrix saves their dinner. Topless and with mascara running down her face.

What would Daphne say if she came home now?

Harry is glad they have this evening all to themselves - and that Bellatrix lives in the countryside, where they can act carefree in front of the kitchen window.

He reaches out his hand to squeeze Bellatrix's big butt. He hums approvingly and at that moment decides he must have her.

Now.

He pulls her pants down to her ankles. Her big, gorgeous English ass is revealed. He yanks her panties down to her ankles and slaps his hard cock against her bare ass.

"Oh Harry," moans Bellatrix.

He spreads her thick cheeks. His cock pulses in response to the sight of her spread this way, her glistening pussy and delicious ass ready for him.

"You're mine," he says, rubbing his cock against her pussy. "Right?"

"Uh huh."

"Say it."

"I'm yours, Harry. Please..."

He slowly rubs his hard cock between her legs, teasing her as she pushes her ass toward him. Her pussy is dripping wet with need.

"What please? Tell me what you want."

"Please ... fuck me, Harry. Please fuck me with your big cock," she says.

"As you wish," he moans

He doesn't hold back.

He pushes the thick head of his cock past her wet lips. Her hot, wet pussy envelops his sensitive cock. Bellatrix moans, and her tight pussy contrasts around him, milking his cock.

He grabs her wide whips and thrusts deep inside.

Bellatrix squeals and arches her back as her needy pussy is filled with his big cock.

"You love to be angry, don't you?"

"Yes," she gasps.

He grabs a fistful of her thick black hair. With his other hand, he squeezes her full tits as he pumps her wet pussy hard from behind.

"What do you think Daphne would say if she saw you like this?

"Oh God!" Her pussy clamps down on his cock.

Bellatrix looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. His cock stretches her cunt, and she loves every inch of it. She pushes her big ass toward him, begging for him. "What would Daphne say if she knew that you love my big cock so much?"

"Ah!"

Her pussy is so tight and hot. Her big English ass jiggles with each deep and hard thrust. His balls pulsate as he fucks the mature Englishwoman woman in her own little kitchen, right in front of the window.

If any tourist were to pass by her house, he would see the titsy MILF fucking herself to oblivion.

Her juicy ass slaps against his hips as he fills her. He grabs her ass with both hands and buries himself deep inside her as his cock gets harder and bigger.

"I'm about to come," he growls.

"Yes, fill me up, Harry! Use me!" Bellatrix begs. "I'm coming!"

Her pussy spasms around his hard cock, and Bellatrix comes on the spot. The feeling of her tight hole milking him brings him to the edge.

She moans as his hot load shoots deep inside her, filling her with rope after rope of his hot cum. She holds her MILF tight as they both tremble.

She leans forward and kisses his neck as they both catch their breath. Bellatrix shivers with mini tremors as she slowly separates her body from his.

"Thank you, Harry," she says, turning and kissing him deeply. "Can you finish dinner, and I'll freshen up?"

"Of course," he says.

Bellatrix smiles, gives him another kiss, and walks away confidently.

They enjoy a wonderful dinner together. Bellatrix blushes on her cheeks, and Harry can't stop smiling...

Wine.

After dinner, they sit on the couch and watch a movie. Bellatrix snuggles up to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder, and their fingers entwine. It's a damn pleasant feeling to hold someone like this.

Before the closing credits, Harry Potter faces Bellatrix, who asks him shyly, "Would you like to spend the night in my bed?" Without hesitation, he replies, "Yes, absolutely."

Bellatrix leads him to her bedroom, dominated by a king-size bed. They both undress peacefully, taking their time to appreciate each other.

"Do you like what you see?" Bellatrix asks, turning around naked in front of him. Her body is curvy, her breasts full and firm, with a small bush just above. Harry appreciates the detail.

"Yes, absolutely," Harry says, reaching out to squeeze her buttocks. "Your body is amazing."

"Am I not too old for you?" she jokes, but there's sincerity in her voice.

If she worries about Daphne's body, she shouldn't. Bellatrix's body is perfect.

"Not at all," Harry replies honestly. "You're wonderful, Bellatrix. Absolutely wonderful."

He pulls her close and kisses her, then they fall onto the bed, embracing, cuddling, and exploring each other. After a long day filled with whisky and passion, they drift off, holding each other tightly.