Praise Kink Erotica Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure what I was begging for, but I felt I might die if he kept this up any longer. “Go over for me, baby.” He said. That was all it took for me to fly off the cliff. I sobbed into the ceiling as my hips bucked. I felt myself losing touch with reality. His fingers still thrusted in and out of me, giving me no respite even as I spasmed out of control. “Such a good girl.” He said as he withdrew his fingers when I finally came down from my high, breathing erratically. I didn't know how it was possible, but I could feel more juices flowing out of me at his words. I never knew I had a praise kink.

While that was part of the reason, the main reason was that she had a praise kink. She wanted me to call her a good girl and tell her how sexy her body was when she showed herself to me. It didn’t mean she had low self-esteem. It only meant that being praised turned her on a lot. She let her dress fall to the floor, and she stood in front of me in her underwear. She was about to unclasp her bra when I stopped her. I walked behind her and got close enough that her ass was pressing against me. I unclasped it and let it fall. I brought my hand forward and played with her nipples. She moaned and threw her head back. I was obsessed with her tits. They were just the right size, and they felt so go

My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I run it from the top of his shaft to the end of it, my hands fondling and massaging his balls. “That feels so good Kitten.” I take him into my mouth one more time, pushing out my tongue to make room for him, I gag and choke, saliva dripped down my jaw, he hissed, moaned, and shook from the onslaught of pleasure. “Such a good girl.” he muttered over and over, He had unlocked the praise kink, as I gagged on him, tears sprung from my eyes as I tried to push past the tip point. My hands find his ass, I massaged the firm flesh, whilst trying to push him further than my throat could take at the moment.

One of his fingers grazed my clit, and I flinched, too overwhelmed by the pleasure that shot through my core. “So jumpy. ” His voice was deep and hoarse, and I could practically see the smile on his lips. For a second I wondered what they tasted like, what he tasted like.His fingers veered even lower and then parted my inner lips, spreading me open for his gaze. “What a pretty puffed pussy. ”His dirty words were doing something to me because I was trembling once again. I knew that I had no control over what was happening and that made me even more thrilled.

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.”

“Get on your knees and taste your boss.” Kai dropped to his knees immediately on the cold balcony floor. The position put his face level with her pussy. Elena was dripping wet. Her smooth lips were swollen and shiny with arousal. He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her. She was hot and sweet and slick. Elena moaned softly and threaded her fingers through his hair. “That’s it. Lick me slow. Use your tongue on my clit.” Kai obeyed, licking broad, slow strokes over her clit, then pushing his tongue inside her entrance. He sucked gently on her swollen nub, then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Elena’s hips rocked against his mouth.

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Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and 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. ‎ ‎I always want to be daddy's good girl. ‎ ‎My hands did not stay still either; I took the time to stroke the taut muscles in his legs and squeeze his tight ass that I have stared at for so long, until now... Then I reached up to fondle his balls, touching lightly and working on them with my fingers as my mouth worked on his pierced c**k.

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.

“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.