Praise Kink Ao3 소설 & 이야기

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

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I asked, panicked that I may have hurt her. “So good!” She slurred out in ecstasy. “That’s my good little darling.” I praised, earning a satisfied sigh from her. Praise kink noted. I would tuck that away for later. For now, I went back to work, alternating between licking the slick gushing from her core as it ran down my hand and laving circles over her hard little clit that rolled like a marble under my tongue. I could tell by the incoherent sounds and erratic thrusts of her hips that she was close.

He says nonchanlantly before tapping my ass, silently telling me to go about my work and I instantly obliged. I hated how much I loved following orders when Asher Lancaster asked me to do something. He had a way, he knew no woman would be offended with the way he controlled me. He knew I loved being told that I was a good girl and I was doing a good job. He fucking knew that I have a praise kink and kept using it to his advantage. Oh no!!!!

I knelt on the bed with my two hands on the bed, while my ass shot up in the air, facing the view of where Maverick stood. He didn’t move an inch, instead, he was taking every inch of my body, probably imprinting it in his mind and sealing it in his soul. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Little muse.” He praised and my pussy dripped once more. Fuck…. I’m such a loser for praise kinks. “Thank you.” I managed to answer amidst wobbling knees and trembling hands. I needed friction but I couldn’t get one, not when I was on all fours. “Please.”

Damn it, damn it, damn it! It was instinctive. I didn’t mean to touch her without permission. But I did, and now I feel like my chest is caving in. I never knew I had a praise kink. All my life, I've never done something like what I just did with Bethany. My mate just unearthed the biggest fucking praise kink in me and also gave me the best orgasm of my life. What did I do in return? I stupidly crossed her lines. I screwed up.

By the time we were done, the bed was soaked, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I lay between them, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and satisfied but still tingling from the enhancer. Lena kissed my neck softly now, her hand stroking my breast. Mia spooned me from behind, her fingers lazily tracing my hip. "Fuck, Kyra," Mia whispered. "You're perfect. We're not done with you yet." And I knew they weren't, I didn't want them to be. “I want three of us to rub our pussies on eachother.. isn't that thrilling?” Lena whispered.

I giggled before I gently pressed my lips against his. Christian chuckled and moved his hand to my back. “What are you talking about? I give you praises all the time.” He spoke proudly. “I know all about your praise kink.” “I don’t have a praise kink.” I rolled my eyes at him. “And I mean real praises, like when I actually have clothes on.” He still wasn’t getting it, and I hated myself for thinking this way, but it was actually cute. “Okay, well,” Christian smirked. “You also look very beautiful with clothes on,”

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

I swear my brain short-circuits every time I feel his cock graze against a certain spot inside me. “Vieni di nuovo per me, Principessa?” (Are you gonna come again for me, princess?) he groans into my ear, feeling how tighter my pussy clenches around him. “Ti distruggerai sul mio cazzo come la mia brava piccola troia?”(Will you fall apart on my cock like my good little slut?) “Y-yes—” I moan, I should be turned off, offended by the vulgar language but instead I get more excited, embracing the new kink while feminism gets shadowed by the need to come apart on his cock.