Praise Kink Stories Novels & Stories

“Like a fucking champion.” “This ass is perfect,” Rickard groaned, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “So fucking tight around my cock.” Marcus pulled his cock from her mouth, letting her breathe for a second. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft. “Tell them,” he ordered her, his eyes blazing. “Tell them what you want.” Liza, gasping, her mind swimming in sensation, found the words. “I want… all your cocks,” she rasped. “I want you to… use every hole… fuck me until you’re empty…”

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*********** Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction. This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts. ***********

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.

I swallow loudly and immediately reopen my mouth showing it is now empty. “Good girl, you deserve a reward for taking my cock so well,” he says, stroking my cheek. Silently I wait for him to come up with my reward. Knowing full well that now he has discovered my praise kink he will think of something he wants to do but Helen won’t let him do. “I think your ass would like some attention,” he suggests, “all the good little girls like that.” I nod, even though I’m not a particular fan of anal but knowing that if he touches my clit once as he praises me I will come.

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.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Pre-cum smeared under my thumb; I spread it, making the next stroke smoother. I squeezed the head on every upstroke, felt the sharp pulse of pleasure roll through my gut. My hips twitched. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper, trying to keep the sounds inside, but a low groan still escaped. I increased my pace, stroking faster now. I closed my eyes and the image shifted. Mr. Russell on his knees, mouth open, taking me deep down into his throat. The imaginary heat of his throat, the tight ring of his lips around my dick and the way his dark hair would feel fisted in my hand while I fucked into him.

"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."

TRIGGER WARNINGS BLOODPLAY PISSPLAY BONDAGE CUMPLAY [Do not bitch about whatever sexual preference I have for my characters. There are kinks, and yes, my leads have some twisted kinks. For your sanity, my loves, skip if you cannot handle it. I do not want a boring, criticizing, piss and moan comment about my book. XOXO, TOXIC A.] THEO