Pleasing Her Novels & Stories

Her look of innocence is just a ploy to hide the darkness within her, only she doesn’t realize any of it. Not being able to hold myself back any longer, I empty my load into her before pulling out and collapsing beside her. My hand mindlessly finds a part of her and caresses her skin while I catch my breath. When I finally turn my head and look at her, she’s just lying there staring at me, smiling. I grin, “What’s the smile for?” “I love pleasing you, Jace. I’m happy that by pleasing myself, it pleases you too.”

Now she breathed in the clean night air and exhaled deeply. "It's beautiful," she murmured. Xavier was pleased with himself that his efforts to please her had been so graciously received, and a sense of pride swelled in his chest. "I wish I could please you." She turned to him without smiling. "You shouldn't say such things to me." "It's true."

Her mind never stops thinking, she touches her cheek with his fingers to make her smile: \" There is no fear, torture or pain... Just pure pleasure for you and me! \" \" Can we leave.. I don't feel comfortable here.. I beg you.. \" She tried to make her request as quiet as possible to shake his head with understanding but it happened: \" We will, but after doing something else...\" She felt a vibration in her back pants pocket to remember her phone to hit her, saying: \" Before me, my feet are soft \" Why should she accept his foot in this body ؟ What is his pleasure in that؟ Grateful for that who calls her and will accept anyone who calls her

He challenges. “What makes you say that I want to see your small shaft?” she blurted and showed her middle finger. “Go, play yourself alone. You’re not that big to play with.” she mocked then walked away. Yin was left there hanging while holding his thing down there. He couldn’t even believe that she said that words to him. “Damn you, babe, hard to please, huh.” he muttered. “Wait and see how I will make you taste the high heavens and make you crazy.” he cursed.

She asked rudely. “Says the King’s pet who is ready to please him in one snap.” I taunted, reminding her what she had become in spite, only to hurt me. Her features changed into a softer one that vanished my amusement instantly to wonder what made her like that. She lowered her gaze gracefully and rested her chin over her knees, looking undeniably exquisite like that. Like a doll. “I… never pleased him how you anticipated.” She whispered sorrowfully, not looking up as I cleared my throat and turned to her.

Not until her soft squeals turn to something louder, more urgent. I pull back no more than an inch or two, enough for her to suck in air through her nose. Her eyes are full of tears, and somehow, even that’s good. I don’t want to hurt her, but for some reason, the possibility of it satisfies my wolf. “Go on,” I murmur. “Just remember that if I’m not pleased, I’ll let you know.” And I laugh at her soft groan, but that doesn’t stop her, either. She’s determined. Whether it’s sheer pride or a desire to please me, she’s going to do this. My chest swells, spreading a new sort of warmth through me that has nothing to do with mating.

she pleaded. "You don't really mean that, do you?" I replied, mockingly. She just screamed with pleasure and now she is asking me to stop? More like please continue. She just doesn't want me to think that she is enjoying it too much but I don't really care for such pretentious behaviour.

He ignored my question while passing me to reach the table and she sat straight. "Thank you!" she mumbled smiling at him sweetly while I rolled my eyes. They don't know how rough she can be with words and actions but here she is showing a completely different angle of hers as if she is the sweetest person as she continued to praise him about the decoration and even described how tasty the appetizers are. "And please don't increase your work for my sake. I am fine with anything." She added when he stood up to leave.

Harper’s breathing is ragged, her body trembling uncontrollably, but there’s still a quiet pride in how perfectly she’s taken everything tonight. She remains exactly where we placed her, a perfect, messy masterpiece, broken and rebuilt in the harsh grip of our pleasure, just like she always wanted to be.

My fingers itched to reach out, and I did, lightly patting her head. “You did good,” I said. “First try, and it’s… not bad.” Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and unreadable, and for a second I thought she might look away. But she didn’t. That same little smile returned, a whisper of pride lingering in her face. I could see she was pleased, very happy even, and it made my chest warm. “See?” I said softly. “Not so hard, right?”