Queens ch.34

Harry looked down at Fleur, her blue eyes were wide, innocent, and completely obedient. Obedient to his instructions, she raised her arms, a

Harry looked down at Fleur, her blue eyes were wide, innocent, and completely obedient. Obedient to his instructions, she raised her arms, and he pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Harry savored the masterpieces hidden in her bra.

Fleur stood before him, dressed only in a black lace bra and white shorts. Her mature cleavage spilled out of her lace cups, and her shiny golden locks cascaded down her shoulders and breasts. The flickering candlelight accentuated the sparkle in her eyes and lips, causing Harry's pulse to quicken.

"Oh God, darling. You're ridiculously beautiful," he breathed, removing his shirt and jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

Fleur stepped closer, running her hands over his smooth, muscular chest, down to his six-pack, and dipping her fingers into the waistband of his briefs. She found his stiff cock and wrapped her warm fingers around it, kissing his chest and gently caressing his throbbing manhood. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispered.

Her touch sent shivers down his spine, causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body. Reaching behind Fleur, Harry unclasped her bra, kissing each strap as it fell, releasing her breasts.

Fleur tugged at his briefs, sliding them down his hips and past his stiff cock, continuing to stroke him as she kissed his chest, finding his waiting lips. Her tongue danced across his lips, and her warm breath washed over his cheeks. "Harry, fuck me," she whispered softly.

"Yes," he muttered, kissing her with fiery desire. As he unbuttoned her shorts, his fingers trembled with impatience. He had waited for this moment his whole life, never believing his fantasy would come true. His cock throbbed in her warm grip as he pushed her shorts down over the curves of her amazing ass, joining their discarded clothes on the wooden floor.

Fleur tightened her grip on his shaft, coaxing clear pre-cum from its tip. She ran her thumb over his glans and swirled her fingertip around his knob, massaging the cum into his rock-hard shaft.

Harry slid his fingers into Fleur's white lace panties, feeling the warmth of her pussy. She was wet, ripe, and ready for him. Though he wanted to explore every inch of her amazing body, the urgent need was too great. He plunged a finger into her slick folds, gently probing her swollen lips, then withdrew his hand and guided her panties over her hips, adding them to the pile of clothes around them.

Fleur stood before him naked, a golden Aphrodite, perfect in every way. Her body overwhelmed him with raw desire, his cock pulsating in her hand as she looked at him, her blue eyes filled with longing.

Unable to wait any longer, Harry leaned in and kissed her before gently lifting her into his arms.

Fleur moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as their kiss deepened. Her tongue explored his mouth, and his cock, now free, stood before him, hard as steel and seeking release.

Turning to the bed, Harry gently laid Fleur on the thick comforter. Her naked body stretched out before him as they finally broke the kiss.

Her natural breasts bounced and swayed, encircling her chest before coming to rest in the center. Despite their size, Fleur's breasts were firm, round, and perky. Her pink nipples towered above half-dollar-sized areolas, and her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her rapid breaths. Fleur's blonde hair fanned out on the pillows, shining in the warm candlelight. She looked at Harry and smiled warmly. "I love you." She spread her legs, revealing her sex, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

She looked down the length of her body and closed her eyes to his gaze. Fleur spread her legs, pressing her breasts together. Her tight, pink slit glistened with moisture, and her pink labia folds protruded outward. Fleur ran a finger over her wet pussy and spread her lips, exposing her hole. "Fuck me, darling."

"Oh my God." Harry breathed shallowly and quickly, his head swimming with uncontrollable desire. His cock twitched and pulsed, longing for her. He took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed, between her spread legs.

Fleur slid her feet down his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Her breasts bounced, and her hard nipples grazed his chest. She combed her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her, kissing him with fervor.

His cock, dripping with cum, left a distinct trail on her stomach as he guided its tip through her wet labia. Upon contact, a wave of pleasure shot through him, his stomach churned, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
  Fleur curled her smooth feet around his thighs and lifted him forward, moaning into his mouth as she slid her hand down his back and grabbed his ass. She broke the kiss and took a deep, cleansing breath. "Darling, I need you so much." Fleur thrust her hips forward, pushing his cock deeper.

His cock throbbed with impatience, and with one light thrust of his hips, he slid into her.

In that moment, he knew that God existed and loved him. He let out a loud groan, and his cock throbbed on the edge of orgasm. Her pussy was warm, soft, and tight all at once. Her walls trembled around his shaft, and deep in her slick depths, she squeezed his tip, igniting his senses with pleasure. It was all he could do not to climax as he focused on Fleur's tongue swirling in his mouth.

She moaned loudly and dug her fingers into his ass, squeezing his body as her hips gyrated in tight circles. Her breasts bounced off his chest, her legs entwined with his, and her scent enveloped him. Mother Nature created Fleur Delacour for love, sex, and reproduction. She was like a top-of-the-line Mercedes with all the bells and whistles. She was the woman of his dreams times a thousand. His heart pounded, and his head throbbed. He tried to breathe, but he was choked up. His cock throbbed inside her, becoming thicker and harder than ever. With senses overwhelmed, he broke the kiss and looked into her crystal-clear blue eyes. "I love you so much."

Her fingers relaxed, and she loosened her grip on Harry's ass, trailing the tips of her fingers over his bare butt, then caressing his spine. "I love you too, darling." She kissed him gently and arched her hips, fucking him slowly, while he plunged into her to the hilt and remained still.

Deep within her, Harry's cock pulsed in a steady rhythm, and despite his racing heart, he calmed himself enough to match her upward thrusts with undulating downward ones. The feeling was almost overwhelming, so he pulled back slightly to prevent climaxing. Gazing into her eyes, he kissed her gently. "I'm sorry. You're so beautiful."

Her eyes softened, then glistened with moisture. "No one has ever looked at me the way you do." She stroked his cheek and kissed him again. "Come whenever you want. We have all night," she said.

Her words almost brought Harry to orgasm, but he held back, staying inside her without moving until his body adjusted. He rose on the bed, bracing himself on both sides of Fleur's shoulders. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, pulling him deep into her. She moved her hips in circles, engulfing his massive cock.

Harry's cock throbbed and twitched inside her, but stabilized enough to thrust. He fucked Fleur slowly and deeply, staring into her deep blue eyes as her breasts bounced and swayed in slow circles.

Fleur moaned and bit her lip, furrowing her brow as pleasure contorted her face. She ran her hands over his chest and arched her hips, pushing him slowly and deeply.

Harry watched their bodies, observing his cock sliding in and out of Fleur Hart's warm, tight pussy. It seemed unfathomable that this was really happening. He thrust forward, grunting, and accelerated, fucking her faster and harder.

The bed springs creaked beneath them, and the bedside table rattled, causing the candlelight to flicker and dance, casting long, eerie shadows on Fleur's breasts and face.

Fleur groaned and whimpered, her voice buzzing as Harry pounded into her harder and deeper. She clenched her legs around his waist and dug her fingers into his arms. Her breasts circled faster and faster, slapping against each other before returning to their place.

He thrust into her and withdrew, plunging into her with each deep thrust. Their moans and groans mingled like the sweetest melody he had ever heard. Their bodies glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and his cock glistened with her juices, foaming white as their cream. The end was near, and a warning flashed in Harry's mind. "Baby..." He barely managed to say one word before his breath caught in his throat.
  Fleur clenched her legs around his, and her hips spasmed in short bursts. She screamed in ecstasy and arched her back when her pussy spasmed around his pulsating manhood. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders and chest, and sweat glistened on her forehead. Her blue eyes burned with wild intensity, and her mouth hung open as she lost herself in the fervor of the massive orgasm.

Harry thrust into her, burying his cock as deep as he could go, and the biggest orgasm of his life washed over him like a tidal wave. White stars peppered his field of vision as he grunted, ejaculating an ocean of cum deep into her fertile womb. Time and time again, he ejaculated inside her, releasing hot ropes of thick, milky cum directly into her cervix. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure was like nothing he had ever experienced. His cock throbbed, pumping her full of his potent seed as Fleur moved her hips and met his deep, penetrating thrusts.

"Let it all go," Fleur whispered, running her fingers over Harry's chest and loosening her grip around his waist.

Harry emptied the last of his orgasm, and his cock stiffened inside her. Her pussy undulated around his shaft, warm cum seeping onto his cock before he relaxed and slumped onto his elbows.

Fleur relaxed beneath him, sinking back onto the pillows and catching her breath. Her breasts rose and fell, and she trailed her fingers down his legs. Smiling at him, she said, "That was fun. Let's do it again."

Harry chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her as her breasts pressed against his chest. "Give me ten minutes, and I'll make you whimper. Then I want to ride you like a cowgirl." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sighing contentedly. "I felt you coming inside me. I loved it." Her eyes lit up. "Maybe I'm pregnant."

"Possible," Harry frowned. "But we should probably have sex at least three or four times a day for the next week to make sure."

Fleur giggled and kissed him gently. "I like the sound of that."

"I think it's a good idea for you to go to the race with Emma and me in Michigan."

"I was planning on it. You never know when you might need to blow off some steam the night before a race." "Definitely." Harry kissed her again, their tongues intertwining.

"Emmie might not like it," she said. "But she'll get over it."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "She's crazy about you. You know that."

"We had some harmless fun at the quarry," Harry said. "There were a lot of skinny dips and some kissing. But nothing serious happened."

Fleur giggled and kissed him. "You're so charmingly oblivious."

"What?" Fleur raised her eyebrow quizzically. "Do you think Emma strips for just anyone?"

"She seemed pretty comfortable with her body," Harry said. "Besides Louis and a few drunken college hookups, you're the only guy who's seen her completely naked." Fleur rubbed his chest. "She didn't say that outright, but I see the look in her eyes. She's infatuated and well on her way to falling in love." "Do you really want me to pursue her?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I really do," she replied. "Maybe even our kids will look alike. That would be super."

"I thought she was more interested in marriage than kids," Harry said.

"Actually, it's both. She's old-fashioned and wants the ring before the children." Fleur shrugged. "I don't need a ring to say that I've found the love of my life right here." She pulled him into a deeper kiss and smiled sweetly. "Are you ready to go again?"

Harry twitched inside her, his cock thickening. "Does that answer your question?"

Fleur giggled, and Harry slipped out of her pussy. A river of cum flowed onto the throw, pooling beneath her buttocks.

"A lot of cum," Harry said.

Fleur looked down between her legs and smiled. "I wish I could put it all back inside."

"Don't worry," Harry said. "There's more where that came from."

Fleur bounced up and turned onto all fours, her breasts bouncing. She presented him with a butt straight out of a hentai porno. Her pink pussy lips glistened with juices, and a stream of his cum trickled down her inner thigh.
  "Damn." Harry whistled low and slow. "This is a pretty sweet ride."