Page 12 of Sinful Touch

“Different words?” She asks as she tilts her head to the side looking over my face.

I nod, “Yes.”

“Like what?” She asks.

Oh, fuck me.

“Well, this scene is about praise, correct?” I ask, knowing very well what the fuck it is.

She nods, “Yes.”

“There are many different directions you can go with the praise kink, Lil,” I confess to her.

“Like what?” She asks in a curious and innocent voice.

I have always been better at showing, I push off of my desk and start to walk into her, and she immediately starts to back up from me.

“You have to be able to read the situation; different sexual positions mean different praise,” I say to her in a low, dark voice as I continue to walk forward, causing her to move backward.

“Why does it have to be so complicated?” She asks, keeping her eyes on me.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, Liliana. You read their body language and react,” I tell her softly.

“Really?” She asks, needing my reassurance.

I nod as she takes another step back, and the bookshelf stops her from being able to move any farther.

Her breathing starts to increase as I walk into her pinning her between me and the bookcase. I grab onto the bookshelf edge on either side of her head and lean in my lips now almost touching hers.

“The body tells us everything we need to know, Darlin,” I say in a low voice.

She does not say anything as I grab onto her throat with my right hand and lean into her more.

I rest my lips against her ear, her breathing now rapid.

I position my leg between her legs as I take in a deep breath.

“If you change the scene to her getting on her knees, there is a lot you can do with the dirty talk,” I say with amusement.

“Any examples,” She asks.

A groan leaves my lips as I tighten my grip on her throat, her scent taking me over.

“Well, I would force her to her knees in front of me by grabbing her shoulders, keeping my eyes on her the entire time as she lowered herself in front of me. Once she was on her knees, I would grab her by her hair and force her to continue looking up at me as I grab onto my cock.” I whisper.

Lil doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she is hanging onto every fucking word I am saying.

“I would then tell her I wanna see her eyes stay locked on mine as the tears go down her cheeks from taking my cock like the good fucking girl she is,” I whisper, my desires coming out full force in my tone.

My cock pulses against my jeans as images of Lil come flooding into my mind.

“I would then ask her if she wants to make me happy; if she said yes, I would tell her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue and take my cock.” I say through gritted teeth as I tighten my hold on Lil’s throat.

Oh fuck.

“I would watch her as she did as I demanded, watching her gag around my cock, I would tell her how good it feels to have her warm mouth around my cock.”

Lil’s breathing starts to increase, I can feel her racing heartbeat against my chest.

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