Pleasing Her Novels & Stories

I miss the way it warms my insides like hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you got the Shayla Special. Cole, this is so sweet of you. I honestly haven’t had the time to go recently.” She gushes, picking up her fork, she leans over and smells the food closing her eyes. I watch her with a smile; it’s so easy to make her happy. I have never met anyone so easy to please in my life. That’s my favourite trait of hers. I mean, she has many good characteristics, but that one is for sure the best thing about her.

she said with tearful eyes. "From now I will drive slowly. Please smile for me Jhanu." I pleaded. I felt very happy as she was showing care for me. She smiled at me and waved her hand. I stand there itself till she entered into her house. Stay tuned........

“I do not deserve such recognition, but it surely made my day.” As she didn’t hide her emotion and her wit by simply reading the atmosphere around her and knowing what HE means by that simple gesture that he did. “Very well, very amusing.” With the drawn proud smile that she had right now, she dares to look up and toward the being whose smile marks the satisfaction of her words and very soul. With HIS current child-like appearance that she loves seeing, HIS way beyond a sinister smile is pushing her to have the adoration and the lust of having her wish come true.

she whispers, watching me carefully. I’m stunned by her beauty, by how perfect she is. Her breasts are heavy, her nipples peaked, and waiting for my attention. “Yes,” I answer. “And this.” Leaning in, I test the weight of her breast in my hand, loving how it fills my palm perfectly. My breath hits her sensitive flesh, causing her to let out a small sigh of pleasure.

“Okay.” She moved up pushing me slowly onto the couch. She knelt in front of me and smiled. I smiled back relaxing while I stroked her hair backwards. Before I could bend to place a kiss on her forehead, I felt her wet mouth on my dick. Damn! I pulled her head back with her hair. “What are you doing?” She gave me a toothy grin, “I am pleasuring you. Don’t you like it?” Don’t I like it? I love it. It was my new favourite thing. “I like it too much.”

With a satisfied grin on her face, she tilted her head back and moved up and down. “So….good……Hudson!” My name on her lips was an inducement to give her more. As long as she was having the time of her life, I would indulge. Pleasurable yells reverberated throughout my floor as she released them. I loved that she was loud, though. I relished knowing that despite my limitations, I could still give her pleasure. I appreciated that she desired me and was supportive of our relationship. My mind was flooded with joy at that realization.

She wasn’t shy last night. She flung her arms wide and arched her back like pleasure was her due as a goddess on earth. I can’t wait to watch her come on my cock. Fill her up until my seed drips from her sweet pink pussy. Put my pups in her belly.

What exactly did he give her? “Please Parrish” her plea tugged at the bulge in between my legs. I was so aware of how much she needed this pleasure that moment, and how much she wanted me to be the one to give it to her, and how quickly it was driving her insane to not get the relief she wanted. “Please” she whimpered. The drug’s effect was slowly reaching its peak and it was evident in the way she grinded hard against me.

No performance of hostility, no stiffness, no the careful distance of the length of the table. Her face did something I watched happen in real time: the surprise, and then the pleasure that replaced the surprise, and then the deliberate, conscious effort she made not to let us see how pleased she was in case it disturbed whatever was happening. She was, I thought, an extremely transparent person. I loved her quite unreasonably for it.

Her eyes shift, a flicker of confusion in them, as if she doesn’t quite grasp what I mean. I drag a finger down her neck, feeling her shiver against Blake’s unrelenting thrusts. “It means,” I whisper, moving in close to lick along her lower lip, “you get pleasure from being called a good girl. From doing exactly what you’re told.” Her eyes widen, a spark of recognition illuminating them, and slowly, she nods. This unexpected revelation piques my interest. For all her rebellious fire, it seems that a part of her craves approval, even praise. She’s always taunting, pushing, resisting—yet here she is, desperate to be a good girl.