Praise Kink Ao3 Novels & Stories

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.

Those eyes make me want to claim every inch of her. Blake, kneeling behind her, thrusts into her with steady intensity, drawing an instant whimper from her lips as her body trembles, clearly on the edge of something. Leaning close, I trace the line of her jaw with my mouth, letting my lips brush her skin as I make my way up to her ear. “So, you have a praise kink, Alissia?” I whisper, pulling back to watch her reaction. Her eyes shift, a flicker of confusion in them, as if she doesn’t quite grasp what I mean.

Maybe I was the perfect submissive like he thought I was. When I finally dared to look at him, he walked towards me and put his hand on my cheek. “Beautiful.” That one word was enough to send a burst of relief flooding through my brain. When he saw my reaction, he smirked. “You have a praise kink.” “What?” “You get off on being praised, Serena. I see your reaction every single time I call you a good girl, and now, when I said you’re beautiful.” I didn’t even realize how much I got off on people telling me how good I did or how good I looked. It must have been why I was disappointed the first night I met Nero.

He dragged his tongue through her folds with one long, filthy stroke — from the bottom of her soaked entrance all the way up, pressing flat and hard against her swollen clit. Cerys arched with a violent gasp. “F-fuck—!” Her thighs twitched. Her back slammed against the stone throne. She tried to push away, but her bindings held her wide open — legs trembling, pussy dripping, completely at his mercy. Kael growled deep in his throat and did it again — slower. A hot, wet glide of tongue that had her cunt clenching for something, anything to hold on to. “You taste like fucking sin,” he growled, voice muffled in her flesh. “You taste like war and surrender.”

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I stepped back a little. "I've..I've barely even understand what I like", I said. He nodded, "I know, that's why we're gonna figure out what you like", he said. I rubbed my temples. Fuck this is insane "If you're not comfortable with it you just let me know ". I nodded. Okay, so what if I do kinky shits this night? so fucken what? So what if I have a threesome? a foursome if worse.

The pressure was consistently building in my lower abdomen, and I needed something small to make me explode, to push me over the edge. "You made this knife so slick with your juices. I will forever smell you on it. ”His words pressed the right buttons in me, and I started coming, gripping the blade with my inside walls, and clenching around it. Fireworks exploded behind my brain, and the fear of dying only intensified the pleasure I received. “Good fucking puppy,” he praised me as pulled the knife out. “Now you are ready for my cock. ”

My praise kink made itself known by causing me to shamelessly whimper as I began to ride him, "Really?" "Yes, doll. You are doing so well." He whispered and I moaned softly as I bounced myself as fast as I could, on his cock. "Touch me." I cried, and he harshly spanked my ass which drew a moan out of me and prompted me to ride him even faster than I'd ever imagined I'd be able to withstand. "Sei il mio bellissimo petalo." He gritted out, undoing my zipper before attaching his mouth to one of my tit while twiddling the other.

on her face. "Come here," she said, pulling me up her body until we were face to face. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. "I'm going to show you something special." She positioned us carefully—our legs intertwined, our centers pressed together. The first slide of her wet heat against mine made us both moan. "This is called scissoring," she explained breathlessly. "We can pleasure each other at the same time." She began to move, grinding against me, and the sensation was incredible. Our clits rubbed together with each movement, building pleasure for both of us simultaneously. I matched her rhythm, finding angles that made us both gasp. "That's it," she encouraged. "Feel how

He groaned, hand tangling in her hair as she sucked him deeper, hollowing her cheeks. “That is it,” he rasped. “Worship it. Show me how sorry you are.” She took him to the back of her throat, gagging slightly, tears pricking her eyes. He didn’t let her pull back—held her there, hips rocking gently as he fucked her mouth. “Look at you,” he breathed. “My perfect little cumslut. Kneeling in the house of God with my cock down your throat.” The filthy praise made her moan around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips.