She whimpers, nodding.
“Good girl.”
Her throaty moan goes straight to my cock. I’m already hard as fuck, desperate to bury myself in her hot, tight pussy.
Patience. Good things come to those who wait.
“You make the prettiest sounds when you’re praised,” I tell her. “Gods, I could spend all night making you sing for me.”
She groans again, and it hits me—that sound, the way she clutches at me, the flush blooming over her chest.
She has a praise kink.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as if hearing my thoughts.
“You love being worshipped. Don’t you, Kitara?” I nuzzle her breast, laying gentle kisses on her rib cage. “You love being praised.”
Her breath catches. “Yes.”
I nip her gently. “Then let me praise every inch of you. Let me show you how perfect you are.”
I keep my focus there—licking, sucking, gently biting—until she’s practically writhing beneath me. Her hands knot in my hair, trying to guide me lower, but I’m not done worshipping.
Only when she’s gasping, skin flushed and damp, do I kiss my way down. Her belly quivers under my mouth; her hips twitch as I move lower.
My hands slide down her body to dig into her thighs, encouraging them apart. She’s soaked, her cunt slick with evidence of her desperate desires. My fingers slide through her slick folds, and she arches into my touch with a whimper.
“You’re ready for me,” I murmur against her belly. “Let me show you.”
I slide my thumb gently over her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure, watching how her hips buck, how her breath catches.
“There?” I murmur.
She moans, her head thrashing on the bed.
“That’s it, good girl,” I whisper, continuing the movement until she’s panting, her body practically vibrating with need.
“Please,” she whispers.
I hum in approval and slip a finger inside her, slow and careful. She gasps, clutching at my arms.
“Relax. You’re doing so well. Gods, look at how perfectly you’re taking me.”
I watch my finger curl into her, working her, determined to teach her pleasure while stretching her in preparation for me.
“You’re so tight, Kitara. You’re such a good girl.Mygood girl.”
“Ryker!” Her cunt clenches around my fingers,
“Fuck yes, good girl. That’s it, baby. Work my fingers. You’re mine, Kitara. Take it.”
She moans in agreement, her head tipping back, her body open and needy. I keep stroking, slow and steady, one finger on her G-spot, my thumb circling her clit. I add another finger, stretching her until she starts to tense, her moans high and breathless.
Her hips begin to pulse, and I can feel the flutter of her orgasm around my fingers. Just before she tips over, I stop.
“What?! Ryker?—!”
I hush her with a kiss. She looks at me, dazed and desperate, and I give her a wicked grin.
