Luscious

Part 12

A bolt of emotions scampered through her head; confusion, excitement, angst, thrill, and the most powering one of them all... lust.

Lust, a sudden, powerful, almost overwhelming desire for something you know is bad for you.

The enthralling emotion rushed through her bloodstream and wrongfully entered her brain reaching the thalamus, it sends waves of signals to her body controlling her body.

Lust controlling her body.

Her conscience battling with that sinful particle that drained all emotions leaving just lust.

She didn't want to surrender to him once again, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

She would regret this.

But her body begged to differ.

Her conscience and lust intertwined and twirled producing a divine cocktail.

She was looking at him with troubled eyes, such innocent eyes that made his heart drop after those four words had left his mouth.

She brought this on upon herself, teasing him with that bloody strawberry, who does she think she is?

Pathetic.

She slowly got on her knees whilst Malfoy watched her like a famished hawk.

"That's a good girl" He murmured.

He wouldn't tear his cold eyes off her warm ones. She lazily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She brushed her fingertips back and forth teasingly over his waistband, watching him grow increasingly irritated and impatient. His smirk was now forming into an impatient frown and his jaw was clenching, forcing himself not to shove her pretty mouth on his dick already.

She tugged at his trousers and briefs, his erection immediately coming out, hard and in need of attention.

Elise carefully looks up at him with doe eyes, fluttering her eyelashes and holding his peeved gaze.

"Go on" He demanded.

She looks back down, terrified at how big he is, her mouth waters and her underwear dampened.

She forms fists around his base with both hands and slowly goes down with her right hand while he lowly grunts from the back of his throat.

He places his hands on her head and tangles them into her silk hair. Roughly making a mess out of her straight hair by sloppily making a bun to hold onto.

She leisurely starts pumping him up and down, after a few strokes she takes her tongue out and licks his tip earning a few profanities from him. She starts taking him in with her tongue and soon wraps her mouth around him. She just starts sucking with feather light pressure, it leaves him craving for more.

After each bob of her head, she adds a bit more pressure whilst sucking, driving him to ecstasy. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, panting slightly and encouraging her for more.

Watching him escape to an abyss consisting of only pleasure was mesmerizing, she moaned, the sound of her voice vibrating against him and leaving him panting.

She adds a few more inches into her mouth, using her hands for the rest of his length.

Letting the pleasure control him, he groans and thrusts into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her pulse quickens while she chokes on him. Choking on him brings him, even more rapture and he starts thrusting into her more, leading him to the edge.

She whimpers and writhes, now getting fucked into her mouth.

The anticipation of anyone walking into the common room was surreal but at this moment, neither cared. Anyone could walk in but they wouldn't even bother to look up. To caught up in this euphoric moment to give a damn.