Becoming His Man #2

Harry had taken control to show that he didn't need her to guide him through it (or his cock in this case, he supposed). He wanted to show that he was a man, and he couldn't see how she could make the same mistake again after this. Over and over, he advanced and filled her throat with his cock, and kept holding her while feeling he could come reasonably without putting her in legitimate danger. It was a potentially risky balancing act, but listening to her vomit desperately around his cock and seeing the slobber running down her chin and even lower to her neck made it worth it. He had had too many dreams to count where his mother appeared kneeling before him, and he had masturbated many times with the fantasy of fucking her face this way. But reality surpassed his fantasies in every way. This was a moment he would never have enough of, and he was quite sure that fucking her face in the kitchen would be the new memory he would use to conjure his Patronus from then on. Despite how incredible and unbelievable this moment was, it couldn't last forever. This was the first time he had seen a naked woman, and less still had her suck his cock. That it had lasted so long, especially with the brutal rhythm he adopted once he decided to show her his worth, was a testament to his strength and also his willpower. However, he could only fight against it for so long, and now he faced a decision: where was he going to come? He didn't even consider warning her that his orgasm was approaching or giving her the option of choosing where to end. That would have frustrated the whole purpose of taking control like he had done. No, he himself would take that decision and she would simply take it. The idea of coming inside her mouth, holding her by the hair and making her swallow it all, was very attractive. But he would just have to wait for this not Something unique and had the opportunity to make her swallow his semen another night, because he decided that there was only one way he wanted to end it now. She gasped for air when he released her hair and pulled out his cock from her mouth, but gasped for a completely different reason a few seconds later. He took his cock in hand and aimed it directly at her face, rapidly caressing it as it reached its climax. The first shot of semen hit her nose, the next ones hitting her cheeks, and he also aimed one directly at her open and panting mouth, hitting perfectly at its target and leaving it to fall onto her tongue. She took her last and smallest jet on her chin, with the semen joining her saliva and somehow making her face look even more disheveled. Hahhh... Hahhh... Her mother gasped and panted and looked at him with a face turned into a sticky disaster, covered in semen and saliva, looking at him differently than she had before. Was it a recently discovered respect or could it be lust? Do you speak seriously? she asked. The question was made because his cock became hard again before she could catch her breath. He couldn't help but look at her face covered in semen; it was as stimulating as any lust potion his world would have devised. Instead of answering, he simply extended his hand. She took it and let him lift her up, but then screamed when he inclined her over the kitchen table so that her beautiful and rounded ass would protrude towards him. He passed a finger between her legs and found it much more humid than the first time he touched her. So she had gotten excited by his rough face-fucking. That was perfect, and not just because it meant she had enjoyed this new and rougher side of him. It was also perfect because it meant she didn't need to do anything to prepare her for what would come next. If she was wet and Cock ya was hard and ready for more, there was no reason to delay any longer. He passed his head against hers for a moment and then slid inside of her. She screamed at the penetration, and he did too. If she had thought it felt tight and wonderful when only his finger was in her, she was glad to discover that it felt much better with his cock inside of her. She felt like she fit perfectly with him, and that seemed to fit. Just as they had completed each other's life and filled the voids of each other, why shouldn't their bodies be equally able to be exactly what the other needed? 'God, how big!' Natasha moaned. 'You feel so good with me!' She couldn't agree more, and so her hands went to his hips and she started pushing. She was glad she had been with other men when she was younger. It meant she didn't need to worry about hurting him. He could simply give in to his impulses and fuck her as hard and fast as he could. And it turned out he could handle both. This might have been her first time, but Harry fucked her with a ferocity that would make a porn star proud. His hips pounded against her backside and made those perfect and pale cheeks tremble with each thrust into her. She clung to the edge of the table with all her strength as he fucked her with everything he had, and by the way she moaned, he felt like she needed this just as much as he did. As far as he knew, it had been years since he'd been with a man, so probably his needs had been neglected for too long. But no more. If she let him, he would satisfy all her daily needs and desires. However, this wasn't the time to think about the future. This was the time to say goodbye to her virginity forever and enjoy the fact that it was happening with the most beautiful woman ever. I had known her. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be wrapped around his cock, and all I wanted to do was keep moving my hips against her and enjoying pushing his incredible tension. 'God! God, Harry, this is great!' No knew it was possible, but began to move my hips even faster in response to her shouted plea. He had never been able to deny her anything, not when she asked him so honestly and openly. She wanted this just as much as he did. The impact of the hips against his ass only rivaled the intensity of his moans when he crashed into her perfect body behind while she was leaning over the kitchen table, the same table they had shared many meals on over the years. I knew that never again would be able to look at that table without remembering having bent it and fucked her brains out. The idea didn't bother me in the slightest.All the boys from Hogwarts had boasted about their sex and all the girls they had hooked up with. Even if half of their stories were true (they weren't), he would choose this every time. The years of letting opportunities pass that he had missed were worth it, because nothing could surpass this, surpass her. Her pussy squeezed him so comfortably at each stop on his hard fucking, giving him a pleasure he never imagined. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for. He had been waiting for this, for her, this opportunity to give her his virginity and truly become a man; German. Harry was so absorbed in enjoying this moment that impossible dreams were becoming reality that even his orgasm took him by surprise. After touching bottom inside her for the last time, he grunted and started shooting his semen into her. For a moment, he panicked and considered trying to get out, but then remembered she was sterile thanks to what they had done in the Red Room. So he stayed where he was, his balls pressed against her ass and his cock buried as deep inside her as possible while depositing all the semen his body could produce directly into her pussy. For him, it felt like he was marking his territory and claiming her as his own. He could only hope she felt the same way. Damn... he muttered. Man, I really needed that. It seemed his legs would give out after he pulled out, but he caught her and lifted her up in his arms. Was it really your first time? Of course! he said, almost indignant. I wouldn't give my virginity to just anyone! Flatterer, she said, laughing tiredly between her teeth. You're natural. She yawned and her eyes closed as he carried her up the stairs to his room. He put her on the bed, but instead of going to his own room and bed, he got in and snuggled with her. If this night... was destined to be her only night with her, she wouldn't spend it anywhere else but his bed. -- omake 'Sorry, Ginny, but I can't go to the Gryffindor common room tonight.' A pause. 'No, not tomorrow either.' Harry had to pull the phone slightly away from his ear due to Ginny's screams. Generally, he disliked how little his pure-blood friends understood non-magical technology, but it was probably good at that moment. Ginny's ignorance allowed her to easily excuse the very loud and obvious sounds of slurping that accompanied the disorderly blow job her mother-turned-lover was giving him in bed. 'What? No, that's just audio interference', he claimed. 'I explained it to you before, do you remember?' Natasha's shoulders trembled and she had the sensation of laughing at his excuses on behalf of his friend. Her amusement didn't prevent her from shaking her head from side to side and rubbing his balls, and he had to cover his mouth with one hand. Ginny might not know much about the fellytone, but she felt like even she could tell something was going on if he groaned directly into the phone. 'Yes, I'll definitely be there for your birthday', he assured her. 'What? Does Mrs Weasley want to know if Natasha will be there?' He looked at the woman in question, who tilted her head towards him. 'It's the 11th', she whispered, realizing probably didn't have his friends' birthdays memorized. She paused for a moment, still with her mouth full of cock, and then nodded. 'Yes, Ginny, I think she can... come!' The woman in question's eyes danced at the involuntary double meaning behind his word. While still talking on the phone to his friend, she came inside her lover's mouth. She kept her head on him and massaged his balls as if trying to squeeze all his semen out of him and into her mouth. It was all Harry could do to '... Don't scream your pleasure so the world can hear it, but I doubted that would work out well. Although my mother would find it very funny. She ended up being a very playful and mischievous lover, which is why she waited until he was in the middle of this conversation before starting to suck him. 'What?' murmured when Ginny shouted into the phone even louder than usual. 'Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Of course, I'd like her to make molasses cake', he said, shaking his head to try and clear her of her post-orgasmic haze. 'Yes, that sounds good.' Ginny continued chatting about her next year at Hogwarts, but Harry's attention was on Natasha. She still seemed playful even after taking the cock out of her mouth, leaving him wondering what she was doing now. It didn't take long for him to get his answer. She crawled over to sit beside him on the bed, tilted her head so that her mouth was right next to the phone and... SUCKED. 'What? No, no, Ginny, that must have been from your end. Maybe you should make your dad take a look at the phone again, don't you think? Yes, I'm sure he can fix it. It's okay. See you then.' Now you'll get it', he said, throwing the phone and attacking Natasha. He held her over his legs and his hand gave her a slap on the bare backside. 'I'm the one who's supposed to give the spankings, Harry!' she protested, but as the spankings continued, her complaints turned into giggles and then long, strong moans.