Praise Kink Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

she mutters. “You shouldn’t,” I say as I bring her body closer to mine. “Make me feel good Heath, make me feel so good, and beautiful and secure,” she whispers. “Just say you have a praise kink Fiona,” I tease, “because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself, I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself you would remember how I loved each of your body parts so good that it would be an insult to hate yourself.”

C's hair, he asked, "Would you like to fuck her in the pussy or her nice tight ass?" "Oh, I'd like to fuck her ass, if I could," she quickly replied. "You most certainly can, Iris. Mrs. Mark. here would love it, wouldn't you, Whore?" "Yes Sir." Walking to another wall display, Iris took down a black leather harness and, reaching into a display case to her left, pulled out a pink dildo that was about 7 inches long and about an 1/2" wide. Holding it up, she asked me, "Is this ok, Sir?" "That'll do just fine, Iris," Elias replied as she walked back over to stand in front of the kneeling Mrs. Mark. "Now before you begin, Iris, I want you to take your clothes off please."

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.

"Where I listened to you talk about your failed relationships. About men who didn't understand you. About feeling unseen and unwanted. And the whole time, I wanted to throw you onto this desk and show you exactly how wanted you were." "Yes!" Sophia sobbed. "James, please..." "Please what? Please fuck you harder? Please use you the way you need to be used? Please show you that you're special, that you're seen, that you matter?" His hand slid up her spine to fist in her hair, pulling her head back. "You have a praise kink, Sophia. You told me about it in session fourteen. Said you need verbal validation during sex to fully engage. So let me give you what you need."

The words good girl growled into my ear pushing me, making it hit harder as I call out his name and my body saggs into the bed, exhaustion washing through me. He steps back, his fingers sliding out of me. I expect him to unfasten my hands but he doesn't, a moment later I feel the wet clothes wipe between my legs. Then the restraints slip free. His hand wraps around my neck, and my body is pulled to stand in front of his. "I think you have a praise kink Doll. Something, I am going to fucking enjoy." He kisses my neck before turning and lifting me, I don't fight it. I snuggle closer to him and fall asleep in his arms as he carries me from the room.

“Good girl.” She whines around my dick, sucking it with more enthusiasm, and the sweet scent of her arousal permeates the air. She’s clearly got a praise kink, which is something I can definitely work with. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I rasp, punching my hips up and fucking her throat. “And you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you beautiful?” Juliet whines again, bobbing her head up and down faster, swirling her tongue and slurping.

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 cling to him like that’ll keep me from dissolving into the ether. “Good girl,” he growls repeatedly. “So fucking beautiful when you take my cock…” If I didn’t have a praise kink before, I do now. It’s one thing to be desired as a physical object—it’s another thing entirely to feel like he’d fuck my soul if he could. And who’s to say he isn’t? Judging by the way he’s groaning, he’s in me deeper than he’s ever been in anyone before.