Romans & histoires Praise Kink Books

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

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?

I was completely lost in Benjamin's skillful lips and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Tucking my panties to the side, he gave me one last torrid smooch before littering kisses from my neck to the hilt of my breasts. “Have you ever had a finger inside of you?” He asked between kisses. “No,” I muttered against his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” He gruffed, and I nearly came untouched. It was then I realized that I most definitely had a praise kink. As I felt him touch my most womanly part, I quivered with erotic mirth, my moans suppressed by his dexterous lips against mine.

I replied, and her next words were muffled as Enzo filled her mouth again. “You feel so good, princess. Every inch of you was made for pleasure.” Enzo groaned, and his praise made her inner walls pulse, and grip me like a vice. “Damn, sweetheart. Do you have a praise kink? Do you like hearing what a good girl you are for us? Yes you do. I can feel what it does to you. You gripped me so tight.”

Kinks: BDSM, bondage, vibrator use, dominance, restraints I never thought I'd be the type to snoop around after hours, but the library felt different that night. The main reading room was empty, the tall shelves casting long shadows under the faint glow of emergency lights. I'd stayed late to finish cataloging some old books, my hands trembling a little from the quiet thrill of being alone in this place I usually hid in.

Could I really get away with touching myself at my desk? It was insane. But also hot. I couldn’t resist. I just had to. I kept texting Derrick with one hand while I hiked up my skirt with the other, sliding my chair far beneath my desk as I revealed my panties. They were drenching, hugging my shaven lips, and I peeled them to the side to expose the hungry, salivating flesh beneath. I pressed my fingers into my slit, lightly grazing them over my clit and gasping when I made contact with that little nub I loved to tease. It really had been a long time. One touch nearly put me over the edge right then and there.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

“You’re creaming so much all over my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking every single inch like you were born for it. Your tight little cunt was made for me… designed to milk me dry.” I was moaning uncontrollably now, loud and broken, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him even deeper. The constant stream of filthy praise made me feel desired, wanted, and sexy in a way I had never experienced before. Every dirty word, every growled compliment pushed me higher and higher, making my pussy clench even tighter around him.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.