Narcissa woke up early that morning, absolutely disposed for the day ahead. She even dismissed her elves, preparing a complex breakfast herself, including fresh coffee, tea, croissants and fruits. The Malfoy woman admired her work, she was proud of her table, cause she haven't cooked anything for a while.
Lucius came from the stairs smiling, he knew that smell, not even the best elf in wizard world could bake like Narcissa, and if she was cooking it means she was happy.
— Wow, somebody had a good night sleeping! Dreamed about me, love? — Lucius asked reaching his wife, more specifically, her lips.
— You wish! — She giggled and rolled her eyes while Lucius hugged her from behind.
Mr. Malfoy let out a low chuckle, tighten on Narcissa's hips, bringing her ass to squeeze his pelvis, making her gasp at the unexpected act.
— Do I, baby? — He moved his hips to fit his bulge on her clothed butt.
— Lucius, is... eight... a.m. — She stated unease, her voice changing from pleasure.
— Tell me to stop — He said a little too agressive close enough to make her feel his breath on her ear. — Tell me to fucking stop.
— I don't want you to stop... — Lucius didn't reacted at her words, both of them knew something was missing. — Master.
Satisfied, Lucius bended Narcissa over the island, which was tall enough to make her not touch the ground. Her dress was quickly raised to her back, giving Lucius a perfect vision of the only meal that was on his mind for breakfast.
— What a good girl you are, never using panties when I'm around, just the way I taught you — The oldest Malfoy said giving his wife a red and defined handprint on her ass.
— Stop teasing me! — She turned her face to him. — Fuck me already.
His left hand tangled in Narcissa's hair wishlist the other hand guided his cock into her, entering her hard and fast, just the way she loved.
— You. Don't. Get. To. Tell. Me. What. To. Do. — At every word, he tucked on her firmly, pulling her hair, causing her hipbones to hit the marble, creating beautiful bruises.
At the point, Narcissa was almost crying from pleasure. Dear Lord, she choose her husband so god damn well. Even if she was taking his orders, soon he would be the one on his knees for her.
— Fuck Narcissa, how can you be so fucking delicious? — Lucius was hallucinating on how good she feels. The years did nothing to her body, she only get more and more hotter every second of her life and Lucius knew how to appreciate that.
When the man hold her in place she was aware that he was coming inside her, as he always do. Narcissa was waiting for this moment, actually. When he moved away from her, she turned her body and spread her legs.
— I didn't come. Kneel in front of me and finish your incomplete work. — She ordered.
Lucius got on his knees, head held uncomfortably high due the island height, pulling her tights to get as close as he can from her pussy. Without hesitation he went with his tongue where she needed him the most, collecting her arousal and his relief from her, swallowing everything she gave him.
Her hands found his long hair, twining her fingers on his platinum strands, commanding where he should lick and suck.
— Hmm yes babe! Just like this... fuck me with your mouth... Yes!! — Narcissa was increasingly the tighten on Lucius' head with her tights, letting him without air till the moment she came.
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FanfictionCHA•PE•RO•NE: (especially in the past) an older person, especially a woman, who stays with and takes care of a younger woman who is not married. Narcissa was bored and upset since her son was out of her life. Lucius did the best to keep her enterta...
