Prise Kink Novels & Stories

Who knew I had a praise kink? “Fuck… you’re killing me…” he grits his teeth and uses his other hand to undo the button and zip of his jeans, allowing his cock some room. He adjusts himself briefly and the shiny, wet head of his cock peeks out above the denim. When he removes his finger, he leans down and kisses me with unexpected urgency, his tongue slides past my lips and strokes my tongue, his lips bruise mine and his hand splays across my collar bone, pinning me to the bed, holding me where he wants me.

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.

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.