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Push Her to the Limit

Chapter 6

Fleur braced herself by gripping the sheets in her fists, but it did nothing to prepare her for the sensation of Harry’s broad head forcing its way into her. He lined up behind her, guided himself to the entrance, and pressed just enough for the tip to pop past her lips. Fleur yelped in an undignified way as her body reluctantly parted for him. “Be careful!” she shot back over her shoulder. “You are much bigger than my ‘usband!” She couldn’t say Bill’s name. Not with another man stretching her tight pussy so wide. On the other hand, she wouldn’t be betraying Bill if he hadn’t left her home alone for most of the year. 

Harry paused, not wanting to hurt her, but he looked so pleased with himself that Fleur wanted to smack him. Instead, she whimpered as he began to move again. His thrust was slower as he coaxed her open centimeter by centimeter. Every little push was torture, and every little pull left her clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. Her pussy ached … not from pain but from the delightful stretching sensation that bordered on unbearable.

“Sorry,” Harry said, though she could tell if he actually was. ‘Probably not,’ she thought to herself. His hands felt warm and huge on her hips as he kneaded her flesh while he inched deeper. For a second, she worried the pressure would split her apart at the seams, but her Veela body adapted quickly and became hungry for more. Fleur didn’t know whether she should cry out in pleasure or curse at him for making her feel so good. She settled on moaning into the bedding like a complete whore. 

She was so slick that Harry’s cock slid with almost no resistance, yet his girth made every inch a battle. Her taut pussy clenched tightly around his thick shaft, and it squeezed with all its might. On his way in, he shifted his thrust and angled upward, and the head of his cock mashed directly against a spongy spot inside her she didn’t know existed. Fleur’s eyes went wide, and she gasped like she’d been struck. That spot had never been touched before, not in her entire life. It certainly hadn't been touched by Bill, who could barely last a few minutes inside her Veela pussy before unceremoniously blowing his load. He had never once managed to make her see stars.

Harry pulled back, and she felt the head pass over that spot again. Her hips jerked involuntarily, and she let out a little high-pitched squeak. “Did you just … EEP!” she cried out as Harry intentionally hit that spot again. Harry smiled devilishly at the sound of her squeaks and squeals. He pushed forward again, deliberately hitting that spot, and Fleur’s pussy twitched around him. She heard herself crying out a string of curses and pleas, but Harry didn’t slow down. Instead, he picked up the pace and drove his cock deeper, making sure to hit the same spot every time.

Her pussy started to flutter around the intrusion, and her inner muscles contracted in rapid, involuntary spasms. She felt her knees go weak, and her elbows threaten to buckle, but Harry’s grip on her hips was unyielding. He used her body like a toy, thrusting with careful precision and angling just right to keep punishing her g-spot with every stroke. The sensation was so intense it bordered on painful, but Fleur couldn’t get enough.

The pleasure rose in her like a tidal wave. Every time Harry bottomed out, she felt her guts quiver. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back, and he wrapped one arm under her to squeeze her breast. Her rolled her sensitive nipple between his fingers, adding to the pleasure. Fleur thrust her tit into his hand and whimpered with need. Her pussy was soaked and clinging to his cock, and each thrust filled the room with the filthy sound of a wet pussy being fucked. 

Within moments, her vision went wonky from the relentless assault on her g-spot. She forgot about Bill, about the clutch with the Tracking Charm, and about Gabrielle and her scheming. There was only Harry’s cock pounding her poor pussy and splitting her open. 

“ ‘Arry … Slow down … I’m about to …” she whined, but Harry just chuckled against her neck, nipped her earlobe, then slammed his cock home and held it there. He ground the thick head into that spot until she thought she might lose her mind.

“Bloody hell, Fleur. Your pussy feels so good,” he groaned as her walls fluttered around him. “You love being filled up, don’t you?” he asked as he dragged the pad of his thumb around the rim of her winking asshole. 

She nodded, unable to speak. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably now. Her silky walls were milking him, desperate for release. The bed groaned beneath them, and the air was thick with the smell of sex. Fleur’s fingers clawed uselessly at the mattress, and her toes curled so hard she thought she might break them.

He started to move again, but this time he pounded her pussy harder and faster as his control slipped with every thrust. Fleur felt her orgasm rapidly building, and the pressure bloomed deep in her belly. Every time Harry drove in, the slick friction blurred her vision. She cried out, unashamed of the pleasure she was feeling, and her pussy clamped down violently around Harry’s cock.

He didn’t slow down for even a second. He fucked her through the orgasm. His cock pistoned in and out of her spasming cunt, prolonging her climax until it was almost too much. Fleur collapsed onto the bed, but Harry kept her hips up. He kept using her pussy like he owned it. 

When her body finally relaxed, she was shaking and breathless. Her skin was tingling, and every little touch made her pussy spasm. Harry was still inside her, grinding against her g-spot as if determined to fuck her senseless.

“You are going to ruin my body for anyone else,” she whimpered. Her voice was hoarse and raw, and she meant every word. Her pussy was probably stretched beyond repair. 

Harry slowed down, but didn’t pull out. He leaned down, brushed her hair aside, and kissed the back of her neck. The intimacy of it made her pussy clench. “I hope so,” he teased, and started to thrust again. His thrusts were slow and deep, which Fleur enjoyed very much. 

Fleur melted into the bed as her new obsession burned inside her. She knew she should feel ashamed. Her marriage was in shambles, and her body was being claimed by another man, but all she felt was a desperate, gnawing hunger for more.

Harry began to thrust faster, stroking her g-spot with merciless precision, and Fleur’s body responded instantly. The pleasure ratcheted higher with every buck of his hips. Fleur quickly found herself driving her ass back and impaling herself on his cock. The wet, squelching sounds her pussy was making were more than a little embarrassing, but she didn’t care. Suddenly, her body started trembling badly, and Fleur felt copious amounts of pussy juice leaking down her inner thighs. “You are splitting me in two!” Fleur cried out, and she heard Harry chuckle in response. 

Her eyes rolled back, and her chest dropped to the mattress. Her ass was still high in the air and being used by that English brute. Fleur squeaked loudly as her pussy squeezed and began sucking on his thrusting cock. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t finished inside her yet. Bill would cum after only a couple of minutes of being inside her silky hole. Fleur’s ass collapsed down, forcing his cock from its wet prison. She curled up and spasmed uncontrollably while Harry caressed her thigh and groped her naked tits. 

Harry flopped down behind her and wrapped an arm over her waist. He ran his lips along the top of her shoulder, letting his breath ghost over her skin. Warmth flooded Fleur’s body, and she let out a little contented sigh, even as her orgasm still raged inside. Her entire body felt limp, and every inch of her skin tingled pleasantly. She didn’t even try to control the needy, pathetically cute noise that slipped from her throat. It was no use pretending otherwise. She was completely spent and even more completely at Harry’s mercy.

He propped himself up on one elbow, smiled at her mischievously, and kissed the side of her neck. “You know …,” he said as he laid soft kisses on her neck and shoulder. “... you look sexy when you cum.”

Fleur rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the embarrassed little giggle that escaped as she half-heartedly smacked his hip with her hand. “You are ridiculous,” she managed to say. Her cheeks were burning, though she secretly loved the attention. It was nice to feel worshipped … especially when her husband was never around to do it.

She felt Harry’s hand slip between her thighs. His fingers found her clit and began to gently rub circles around it. Fleur squeaked and jolted forward as the intense pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. “Ahh … non … non … ‘Arry!” she gasped while squirming, but he just grinned and kept up the slow, tormenting pressure.

“Sensitive, are we?” he teased while toying with her swollen clit. 

Fleur tried to close her legs, but he caught her knee and gently pried her open. She was already so wet that his hand glided over her without effort, and the obscene, wet noises made her want to bury her face in the pillow and never come out. “You are cruel,” she whimpered while shuddering as another wave of pleasure set her nerves alight. “I will get you back for this, I swear.”

Harry chuckled, nuzzling behind her ear. “Sure, you will,” he said, and he lightly pinched her clit between his fingers and rolled it. Fleur could barely breathe. Her body was wound so tight that every touch felt like the best kind of torture. She tried to drag herself forward, but Harry’s arm was locked around her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her.

Her protests faded into breathy, high-pitched whines as his hand brought her closer and closer to the edge. She grabbed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to, but it was no use. Harry’s touch was relentless, and he seemed determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body.

Fleur’s breath hitched, and all she could focus on was the writhing need in her belly. When Harry leaned in and teasingly said, “That’s it, little flower, let go,” she didn’t even try to resist.

Her orgasm ripped through her, making her whole body quiver. She wailed into the bedding as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around nothing, milking the air. Harry held her steady as her body bucked and writhed.

When she finally collapsed into his arms, she could only lie there trembling as Harry spooned her and kissed the back of her neck. His hand was still cupping her pussy possessively. “Mon Dieu!” Fleur gasped as her body began to settle. 

Harry wasn’t even close to being finished with her. He loomed over Fleur’s trembling body, crawled between her legs, and gently but firmly pushed her legs up by the backs of her knees, folding her completely in half. Fleur gasped as her knees were pressed to her chest, and her ankles were nearly on either side of her head. She felt exposed and helpless. All of her most private places were on full display for him to see, touch, and use.

The position sent a jolt of humiliation and excitement through her, and before she could even catch her breath, Harry lined his cock up with her drenched pussy and plunged deep inside her. Fleur didn’t even have time to finish her whimper before he bottomed out, making her cry out loud at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. She looked down at her own body in shock. Her tits were smashed up against her chest, and her pussy was stretched wide open and absolutely stuffed by his cock.

“How is it possible that your pussy feels even tighter?” Harry groaned. He slowed down and eased himself out, and Fleur could feel every ridge and vein as it dragged along her inner walls. She gawked at the obscene sight of her own inner lips as they clung desperately to his shaft, as if her body was refusing to let him go. When he thrust in again, a filthy squelch sounded between her legs. Fleur’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t look away.

He did it again, and again, each time pulling back until just the head was left inside. Then he slammed forward until he was pressed flush against her. Each thrust made her pussy convulse with need, and each time he withdrew, her lips stretched away from her pussy, not wanting to let go. The wet, shameful noises were louder than ever, and Fleur began to squirt around his cock. 

Harry grinned down at her, clearly entertained by her reaction. “Does it feel good, Fleur? Do you like watching yourself be fucked like this?” he teased. His words made her shudder, and she squeezed her eyes shut, too mortified to answer. Harry wouldn’t let up. He bent down over her, and his chest pressed her legs further back. He gently nipped at the side of her neck with his teeth while he continued to impale her over and over. 

Fleur’s hands flailed helplessly at his arms as she was trapped between the feelings of shame and pleasure, and the pleasure was winning. She felt wrung out and helpless to do anything but let Harry use her however he wanted.

He started to really use her by pounding her pussy with relentless, jackhammer thrusts. The sound of her squirting pussy being stuffed filled the room, and Fleur’s head thrashed back and forth against the pillow. She couldn’t even form words anymore. All she could do was moan as Harry forced her body to surrender to him again and again.

Finally, Harry slowed his pace, which gave her a second to catch her breath. He pulled back until just the tip remained, then pushed in ever so slowly, making sure Fleur felt every last inch. She whimpered as her g-spot was hit, and she looked down again at the sight of her bald pussy stretched tight around his cock. Her lips were swollen, shiny, and lewdly parted.

Harry caught her eye and smirked. “You like seeing yourself stuffed full, don’t you? Has your husband ever filled you up like this?” he teased. Fleur turned her head away, but Harry caught her chin and held her in place, making her face the truth.

His dominance was total, and Fleur felt her resistance crumble. It was all she could do to hang on as Harry increased the pace again, driving her right to the edge. The feeling was so intense and all-consuming that she could do nothing to resist it.

Harry’s hands slid up her body and claimed her tits. He squeezed and kneaded her perfect breasts as he fucked her harder and faster. She wailed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she heard herself make noises she’d never made before in her life. With every thrust, the pleasure intensified, and soon, she was teetering on the edge of another, even bigger orgasm.

Harry chuckled, and the sound of it made her shiver. “Boy, you can’t get enough, can you?” he asked, amused. Fleur couldn’t even answer. She could only cry out and blindly reach for him, desperate for more.

She felt the tension coil tighter and tighter inside her as each thrust brought her closer to the breaking point. Her vision went spotty, her ears rang, and her pussy clenched so hard she thought she might break him off inside her. Just before her body gave out, Harry slammed deep one final time and ground his hips against hers, mashing her clit between their bodies.

Fleur screamed, and her whole body convulsed. “ ‘Arry!” she cried out as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. She came so hard she saw stars, and for a moment she truly thought her soul might leave her body.

Harry didn’t let up. He kept fucking her through it all. Her body was limp, and her legs were still folded up and pinned under his weight. Only when she was utterly destroyed did he finally thrust deep, grunt, and flood her with hot, sticky cum. Her pussy contracted hard and sucked every last drop of cum from his bloated sack. 

He lowered her legs to the bed and bent down to kiss her. His lips soothed her ravaged nerves, and his hands stroked the outsides of her thighs, easing her back to reality.

Fleur panted and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was completely spent. She didn’t think her pussy could take another pounding like that. She could barely process what had just happened, but she knew one thing for certain. She would never, ever be satisfied with anyone else ever again.

Harry stroked her hair back from her face and smiled down at her. He kissed her forehead, making her mewl cutely. “I suppose I should live up to my end of the bargain. When do you want to go to Monaco?” he asked. Fleur immediately perked up, and she suddenly felt more energetic. She sat up so fast that her tits jiggled wildly. 

“Tonight?” she asked hopefully. Harry chuckled and caressed her inner thighs. 

“We’ll leave in the morning. I need to give my travel agent time to book the rooms and …” Fleur cut him off with a happy squeal. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. 

“Merci!” she said, jumping to her feet. Harry watched her tits and wide, jutting ass bounce around. He noticed a thick line of his cum running down her inner thigh. “But I will need new clothes,” she said, turning to him with a devastatingly sexy pout. “You do not want me on your arm looking like a peasant girl, do you?” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“I suppose not. I’ll give you some gold to go shopping,” he told her, and Fleur squealed and jumped up and down. The loss of gold was worth it just to see her gorgeous body jiggling and bouncing.