Praise In Sex Novels & Stories

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Naturally, this left Zivon slightly speechless. Since when had she gotten this direct? Since Zivon wasn’t saying anything, Xavia couldn’t help but blush as she added, “I-I know what I’m talking about, alright?! Different positions can still work… Here, just look at this.” Raising a slight brow, Zivon then took the phone that Xavia had handed out to him… ‘Even if you’ve lost the ability to walk, it doesn’t mean that your sex life ends too. As long as the lower back and abdomen remain uninjured, then force can still be exerted if both individuals are positioned properly. In other words, sex is not off the menu!’

I moan loudly when he fills me completely, his front pressed completely against my ass and back as he leans over me, his cock bottoming out inside of me. “You are such a beautiful fucking slut for me.” Tony says, sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. “You’re such a good girl, Caroline.” He continues praising me, his pace slowly beginning to increase, until he’s pounding into me, whispering his praises into my ear as I moan loudly. Fuck, the words he’s saying… the way he’s praising me… it’s making me feel more pleasure alone than I could have imagined. How the hell did it take me this fucking long to realize that I have a praise kink?

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

“You look so fucking good like this.” His praise sent a rush of heat between my legs. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse again. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, his fingers threading gently through my hair, letting me go at my own pace. “Just like that. You’re taking me so well.” The words made me wetter. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time. Alexander’s breathing grew heavier. “God, your mouth… I’ve missed this so much. You have no idea how many times I thought about you on your knees for me.” His voice was raspy as he spoke, not bothering to act like a gentleman anymore.

Gently it guided his to pull it down, her intent clear as the day. His throat burned. He pressed a kiss to her exposed skin in a sign of gratefulness. He lifted her into his arms and carried her up to his room. Her eyes latched on to his as he lowered her to her feet. Desire mixed with fear were vivid in those emerald gems. "Do you know what my father said to me about sex?" One by one he undid the buttons of her shirt. She moistened her lips. "What?" The blouse disappeared from her body, followed by her jeans. "He said that sex is one of God's greatest masterpiece." He unhooked her bra. "When done at the right time and in the right context."

AUTHOR'S POV Damian’s praise was really making Gloria bury her head even lower, she was damn so embrassed. This is her first blow job and she can't help but feel amazing about the whole thing. "Was this considered an appreciation? Or a word of encouragement?" She wondered with herself as she continued to run her hand on his long member. But being praised by him also made her feel rather proud. Proud that she was able to be there for him in times like this. If it'd been another woman then this won't be the case.

Or maybe it’s just the sexual tension between us that made sex phenomenal. God, his little Seb is huge. I mean, I’ve never seen a penis before, but he’s gifted in that part. I can see why women are going gaga over him, and maybe because of his sexual experience. “Baby, are you okay? You’ve never said a word.” He’s still on top of me with beads of sweat on his forehead. “How can I say a word when I’m still having the mind-blowing orgasm?” I smile and lean forward to kiss his nose.

She was worth a thousand. "First of all, I simply refuse to believe that you're not absolutely incredible between the sheets." Ignoring her blush, he carried on. "Being good in bed is all about wanting to be there with the person that you're with... if you're enjoying yourself and feeling desired, then you'll be nothing short of spectacular, baby. I know that. Second, yeah, OK... sex is about pleasing the other person, but not in a 'slave pleasing her master' kind of way. It's not a fucking chore, and it sure as hell ain't a wifely duty or obligation. It ain't about fulfilling someone's expectations – it's all about wanting to give and take, in equal measure. Because baby, if you ain't going

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