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Landlord ch.8
🕑 Added 2023-05-21 20:28:16 +0000 UTC"Oh, Daphne! Oh, Daphne, it feels so good!" he moaned, incoherent with bliss.
"Didn't I tell you? Don't you love my pussy?" she dreamily asked.
"Yes..." he moaned, unsure of how much longer he could hold on. "Oh, fuck... Daphne... I don't think... mmm..." His train of thought got lost again as he was overwhelmed by how amazing he felt. He had done this for the first time when he was nineteen. Since then, he had probably had sex with three dozen girls, never without protection.
And this was how he felt now.
Was it just because it was raw, or did it have something to do with her? Being much taller than him? More beautiful than a porn star? The girl he had fantasized about for over a year?
Whatever it was...
"Oh God, Daphne! I won't last much longer!" he gasped.
"I know," she said with the same confident smile.
"Can I come inside you?" he asked.
She lifted her long legs in the air, wrapping them around his back. He moaned incoherently as he started fucking her harder and faster, plunging into her over and over again, and she screamed in response.
"Yes, Harry! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she screamed.
He rose as much as he could, looking down at her. Her huge breasts swayed to the rhythm of his furious thrusts. Her face, flushed and sweaty, her messy blonde hair, and her eyes.
Her beautiful blue eyes, full of desire, passion, and desperate need...
"OH, Daphne!" he shouted and then he came.
For the first time in his life, he ejaculated inside an unprotected pussy, and it was the best thing he had ever felt.
If his last orgasm was seismic, this one was like a nuclear warhead. A volcanic eruption. A tsunami of raw, pure, impossible ecstasy and sexual liberation. He felt his seed flowing out of him in hard, furious spasms, gushing and filling her. And she allowed him, moaning, pressing her body against his, wanting him as deep inside her as possible. She allowed him to fill her, welcoming him.
Harry moaned her name over and over again, completely lost in the euphoria of his blissful release.
He reached a climax that seemed endless, his cock fiercely pounding inside her, his seed filling her, pleasure filling his own body.
And then he finished and collapsed onto her, panting, trembling, sweaty.
"Oh my God... oh, Daphne... oh, Daphne..." he gasped. "Are you okay?" she asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"I'm fine," he managed to say. "Oh, that was so good. It was the best sex of my life. Definitely. Oh wow."
"Take a breath," she said with a light laugh.
He lay with his head resting on her ample breasts, returning from the dizzying haze of their shared sexual unity.
It took him a few minutes for his heartbeat to return to normal, and he realized that he was still inside her.
"I need to clean up the mess you made, Harry," she murmured, gently running her fingertips along his back.
He shivered. "Yes... I'm sorry. I..."
"No need. Not at all. It was so good." She smiled and got up from the bed, holding her hand to her vagina. He managed to lift his head once because he had to see, and he decently stared at her ass.
For God's sake, did she ever have a huge ass?
She left his bedroom and went to the bathroom. He lowered his head and listened as she washed up. Eventually, she flushed the toilet, turned off the light, and returned to bed. She curled up beside him, allowing him to hold her.
There were so many things he wanted to tell her, so many questions he wanted to ask. So many potential consequences of what had just happened.
Was it a one-time thing? Did he really do it that well?
The idea that he could satisfy a woman like Daphne so effectively seemed unreal.
But for now, he held back the questions because this moment was... magical. It was a moment they shared, just the two of them, no one else. Naked and touching in the darkness, connected in a way he had never felt with anyone else. Maybe it was sexual chemistry, most likely it was, but this encounter was...
Different.
And it wasn't just because of fantasizing or having unprotected sex.
"Do you hear that?" she murmured softly. Harry listened. "Yes, it's raining," he said. "I love the rain."
"Me too."
Another long pause ensued. She yawned. "Harry, I know you must want to talk about what just happened, and I respect that. Actually, I do too. But would you mind if we waited until tomorrow? I'm so tired, and it made me so happy."
"I can wait until morning," he replied.
She smiled and shifted, gazing at him. In the dim light, she looked ethereal and incredibly beautiful. "Thank you," she said and kissed him. As she started to settle down, she stopped abruptly and looked at him with a very sensual smile. "One more thing, Harry. If you wake up in the middle of the night, horny as hell and wanting to fuck... you can just fuck me."
"Wait, seriously?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm dead serious right now. I'm giving you permission to fuck me, even if I don't wake up. You can just do it. I won't mind," she said.
"I... thank you," he replied, unsure of what else he could do.
She giggled. "You're welcome."
Daphne rolled onto her side, and after a moment, he tried to embrace her. She was much taller than him, so he wasn't sure how it would work, but it worked well enough. She allowed him to wrap his arm around her, and he held her close.
That's how he fell asleep, listening to the soft sounds of lo-fi music and rain, and the gentle, rhythmic pattern of her breathing.
Harry woke up in darkness.
He was in an unfamiliar place, it was raining, and someone was in his bed. For a moment, he was completely disoriented.
He looked at the absurdly beautiful face of the woman lying in his bed. Everything came back to him in an instant.
Daphne. She was naked, lying on her back, and at some point, the blanket had slipped off, revealing her ample breasts. She was deeply asleep, and the night was late. Harry let out a quiet moan, staring at her massive tits, feeling a tremendous erection between his legs and a desire unlike anything he had experienced before.
Her words echoed in his mind all at once. She said he could fuck her if he wanted. At that moment, he wanted it more than anything in the world.
Pulling the covers aside, he took a closer look at her body. Her long, naked body, which seemed almost luminous in the pale moonlight streaming through the window. For several long seconds, he simply gazed at her, lost in a half-conscious, dreamy state of desire, admiring her curvaceous form. As his eyes roamed over her long legs, wonderfully thick thighs, and wide hips, to her large, round breasts, and finally to her stunningly beautiful face, relaxed in sleep, a certain thought came to his mind: How could she ever think of herself as anything less than magnificent?
He had known people who sought reassurance, and he had encountered many women speaking poorly of themselves when it was evident that they didn't believe what they were saying and simply wanted to hear compliments from others, usually about their appearance. But Daphne's reaction seemed so genuine, so authentic.
How could she think that way?
Harry felt another surge of desire as she moved in her sleep, and her breasts swayed. Well, she had told him directly to fuck her if he got horny, and he was as horny as he could ever remember being, so...
He gently parted her legs and slid himself between them. As he positioned himself and pressed his cock against the entrance of her pussy, he looked at her. Daphne's eyes were still closed, but he found it hard to believe that she was still fully asleep. Maybe it was something she desired. Either way... Harry slid into her, and for a few seconds, he was once again completely, utterly consumed by the pure, blinding pleasure that her raw pussy provided.
It was impossible, the pleasure was immense.
He quickly started stroking, thrusting in and out of her hot, wet opening (she was really fucking wet). He still felt so much better than he thought he would, even though he had experienced this just a few hours ago. Daphne moaned and shifted as he continued thrusting into her, burying himself inside her with each stroke.
"Oh fuck, Harry..." she moaned, spreading her legs slightly.
"Sorry for waking you up," he gasped, lifting himself up as he hunched over her, gazing at her breasts that moved and swayed.
"It's okay," she murmured. "It feels so good..." She moaned and he began pumping faster.
She let out a cry of exhausted pleasure. "Yes! Fuck! Oh God! Fuck that pussy, Harry!" she cried, reaching out and grabbing onto his arms.
He lasted maybe another ten seconds before he started coming inside her. He let out a series of muffled groans as his hips jerked forward, and pleasure exploded within him, flooding her with his seed.
The orgasm couldn't have lasted too long, but it felt like an eternity to him. Long, blissful eternities of pleasure and hot release, and the feeling of closeness with Daphne that he wasn't sure he had ever felt with anyone else before.
When he opened his eyes, he looked at her and saw her gazing at him with sleepy, half-closed eyes.
"Sorry for making a mess," he muttered, looking down between them.
"I don't care," she replied, sitting up and placing her hand on his cheek, smiling at him. "That was good sex. Good sex is always messy."
He chuckled and slowly pulled out of her. Hesitating for a moment, he got up.
"Where are you going?" she mumbled. "I want to cuddle."
"Me too, but I'll bring the wand so you can clean up," he answered.
"You're really sweet," she said.
"I think considerate would be more accurate. You're the one being sweet, allowing me to fuck you," he replied, then quickly headed to the living room. He retrieved her wand and returned. Handing it to her, he lay on the bed on his side, and as she finished tidying up with magic, she hesitated for a moment before tossing her wand onto the floor.
"I'll deal with it in the morning," she muttered. "Could you kiss me again, though? It was nice."
"Yes," he replied, sitting up and embracing her with his arm. A wave of lethargy washed over him as they settled back in bed. She placed her hand on his back and gave a gentle squeeze.
Before he knew it, he was asleep once again.
Harry woke up in the sunlight and sensed that something was off.
Not necessarily bad, but different.
For a few seconds, he lay on his back, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, and then something dawned on him. He was in his new place.
His new apartment.
Okay, he was still renting it, but he was here alone.
Or not, he wasn't. He felt a slight shift on the bed and glanced over. Daphne was lying on her side, propped up on one arm, smiling at him.
The previous day, night, and wee hours of the morning flooded back to him in a rush of emotions.
"Hey," he said. It still seemed impossible that she was here, naked, in his bed. And they had sex. Twice. Unprotected sex.
"Hey," she murmured. "I was watching you sleep... sorry if that's weird. I just woke up and saw you, and you look really adorable when you sleep."
He nervously chuckled and hated the feeling of heat on his face. "It's okay."
Her smile widened. "You're blushing..." Her eyes traveled lower, to his quite obvious erection under the sheets. "You have morning wood... can I help?"
He felt another hot surge of excited desire. "Yes, definitely."
"I thought so," she paused. "...can I ride you?"
"Of course," he replied.
She looked surprised for a moment, and then excited, and threw off the covers. Quickly straddling him as if he might change his mind, he looked at her in awe as she reached between them and took hold of his pulsing erection (it was always this bad in the morning). For a moment, she slid her fingers up and down his shaft, almost savoring the touch, before she lowered herself onto him and impaled herself.
"Oh yes, Daphne!" he moaned as his hands found her massive, smooth hips.
"That's the reaction I wanted," she said, beginning to pant as she started riding him. He watched, utterly overwhelmed by the experience, as she fucked him. She seemed to tower over him, immense, everything about her larger than life. Her long limbs and massive breasts, her towering height giving her an otherworldly quality. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, cupping her breasts with her hands, her thighs working as she fucked him, bouncing on him. The pleasure was mind-blowing, a powerful surge of pure ecstasy and sexual satisfaction from her sweet, slick pussy tightly wrapped around his throbbing erection. Like their midnight session, it wasn't a long encounter.
For either of them.
"Touch my clit!" she suddenly moaned.
Flustered, as he began fondling her massive breasts, he reached down. He found it with his thumb, and as soon as he began pressing on it, she let out a surprised cry of pleasure and then started squeezing his cock inside her. He watched, completely captivated and enchanted by her beauty, her presence, her raw sexuality, as she screamed and began orgasming. Harry moaned loudly, feeling her vaginal muscles pulsate, squeeze, clamp down on him, and then a hot stream of her sexual juices flowed out as she screamed in primal bliss, while he continued tapping her clit. Her own orgasm triggered his within seconds.
Moaning and then gasping as he was once again lifted and blown away by the pure bliss of orgasm inside Daphne, without any protection between them, Harry filled her. She accepted it all, pushing down, allowing him to pump her to the brim and relishing every second of their climax together. When he finished, he went limp, panting, and opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled at him, her blonde hair in disarray, and her hands resting on his shoulders.
"You're the hottest woman I've ever seen," he said without hesitation.
She lightly pursed her lips. "I'd accuse you of trying to get into my pants, but you already did. So... I guess I can chalk it up to happy chemicals from sex."
"What? Why?"
"Harry, I appreciate the sentiment, and I don't think you're lying to me, but... come on. You've seen thousands of women. You've seen celebrities, veela porn stars. It's impossible that I'm more attractive than all of them," she said.
"Can't it be true? Doesn't beauty lie in the eye of the beholder?" he replied.
"...maybe," she mumbled. Then she shrugged. "I'll take it, I guess." She glanced down at the place where their groins met. "I just like taking your load... I need a shower."
"Can I join you?"
"No," she said with a smile.
She dismounted him, holding herself to avoid leaking everywhere, and got out of bed. He followed suit, looking out the window. It had rained all night, and a light drizzle still lingered. It was a gray, cold November day, and yet he felt... good. Really good. The feeling didn't last long, though, as he went after her.
"I need to pee," she said, closing the bathroom door. "Okay," he replied, waiting.
There were so many questions now. Of course, the previous night had been amazing. Honestly, the whole day yesterday was amazing, even before the sex. But it was so much, so fast. Was she planning to stay? Was it just a one-time thing? Or maybe a three-time thing? Did she want to be his friend, his girlfriend, or... something else? Was he terrible in bed? He didn't think so, but she might have just been polite... though he wasn't sure if she would even care about that. Something about Daphne seemed very straightforward. Or at least, straightforward with him.
And maybe it was just his interpretation of their interactions...
He heard the toilet flush, followed by the sound of the shower starting.
"I'm ready!" she called out, and he heard the curtain being drawn again. He entered the bathroom, feeling oddly awkward, as if he was intruding.
"Do you mind if I also need to pee?" he said. "It's okay, just wait with flushing until we're both done," she replied.
He lifted the lid and started peeing, unable to take his eyes off her naked figure behind the shower curtain. God, she was tall. It was obvious when she was lying down, but now that she stood again, she looked immense.
Harry finished peeing, blushed almost to the roots of his hair, refrained from flushing, closed the lid, and then pulled back the shower curtain to step inside.
He closed it again and immersed himself in a small, private world where it was hot and steamy and where it was just the two of them.
