Praising Kink 소설 & 이야기

One of Pierce’s hands moved to my chest, and when he touched it, he fondled it the same way. I couldn’t recognize my own voice, especially when I felt myself approaching my climax. "Pierce!" For the second time tonight, he made me reach my orgasm. I was catching my breath, exhausted, and looked at Pierce, who had a satisfied grin on his face as he wiped his wet mouth with his thumb. I was frustrated! Not because I wasn’t satisfied, but because I wanted to pleasure him, too. Yes, it sounds competitive, but I also wanted Pierce to praise me. Ugh, now I think I have a praise kink.

“There’s a word for it?!” “There’s a word for every kink, Princess.” I hummed, trailing my fingers over the veins of his forearms. Meeting his eyes, I shyly whispered, “Then what are you into?” “You,” he answered, kissing me softly on my lips. “Very much into you. But if we are talking about kinks, I like to humiliate and degrade. Sometimes…” I kind of figured that Hayden would like that because, despite being a Princess, I was into humiliation and degradation. But he stopped what he was going to say, looking at me and shook his head.

The stretch is that perfect combination of pleasure and pain. “Fuck” Rasmus mutters as he slides back out of me, I open my eyes as he’s on his way back in. “Harder, Rasmus” I moan. He obliges and I wrap my legs around him, hooking them together at the ankle and using my heels to push Rasmus back into me. “Shit. Oh, shit. Leda” he whispers as he thrusts in and out. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.” I never knew I had a praise kink, but Christ if I don’t love how vocal he’s being.

My praise kink made itself known by causing me to shamelessly whimper as I began to ride him, "Really?" "Yes, doll. You are doing so well." He whispered and I moaned softly as I bounced myself as fast as I could, on his cock. "Touch me." I cried, and he harshly spanked my ass which drew a moan out of me and prompted me to ride him even faster than I'd ever imagined I'd be able to withstand. "Sei il mio bellissimo petalo." He gritted out, undoing my zipper before attaching his mouth to one of my tit while twiddling the other.

“And here’s a little tip: no woman wants to feel like she’s merely checking off someone’s list of kink preferences. It’s dehumanizing and degrading.” “Would it still feel dehumanizing if I pointed out that it’s not you checking the boxes, but rather the one inspiring the kinks?” Alex teased, playfully waggling his eyebrows as he leaned closer, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. “Can you be serious for just one minute?” I asked, frustration tinging my voice as I crossed my arms.

Kayden whispered as he nipped my nipple. A jolt of excitement went through me at being called his 'good girl.' Shit was this some praise kink I had. He nibbled, sucked and bit. Licking around my areola, his tongue pointed as he made slow sensual circles around the area as his rough palms rubbed up and down my thigh getting so close to my pussy but never touching it. My hands went to his hair, gripping his luscious locks in my palms as he devoured my breast.

“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.

“Just like that, baby. Ass up, eyes on me. You’re doing great.” I lifted my gaze to meet his, and my body responded to his command before my mind could catch up—arching exactly the way he wanted. As if my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. Only him. Was this what I wanted from him? Praise? It had to be some kind of kink I desperately wanted to deny. “You’re really something,” I muttered, stopping between his parted legs. I folded back onto my heels, sitting upright. “Baby, you look so pretty like this.” He lifted his hand from where it rested and grabbed my chin, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.

"And well you can't go in for the reading with this" I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then running over the slith, pre cum already forming. "You ... might ... be ... right".