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“Care to try it again?”

I wanted to please him the way he’d pleased me already, so my head bobbed in agreement. “Okay.”

I didn’t even move, he simply tucked one of my legs around his hip and spun us so that he was beneath me and I sat atop him, his cock still buried inside me.

Holy shit.

From this angle, he felt so much bigger, so much more intimidating, and I could literally see myself split apart around the base of his cock. I saw where we joined together, and for some reason, that was the hottest thing my brain had ever seen. I gasped as he rolled his hips, encouraging me to move, driving his dick even further inside me.

There was no way I could do this. I couldn’t bounce on that thing?—

“Take it slow, pretty girl,” he instructed, his hands finding mine, our fingers lacing together as I watched. “Deep breaths. If it’s too much, we can stop.”

You can’t disappoint the first man to give you a mind-blowing orgasm in yourlife.

I rose on his cock, hating how empty I felt without him inside me, stretching me, ripping me apart. When I was as high up as I could go, I sank back down on him, clearly underestimating my ability to take a dick of this magnitude.

I bit my lip and swallowed the scream that built up inside me, choosing instead to blink back the tears and rise back up. Maybe if I took him slower this time?—

“You know you don’t have to act like some porn star, Tara. There are other ways to enjoy being on top.”

And then, the fucking god of a man he was, heshowedme, his hands on my hips, guiding me as he rotated me in circles atop him, rocking me back and forth, every so often reaching over to brush a thumb against my clit, stimulate me a little more.

I leaned back, hands on his hips, and lifted myself a few inches, experimenting as he watched my pussy leave his cock, just the tip inside of me. I’d never had anyone long enough to trythis with before, so I was acting entirely on instinct, and what I’d seen in porn ads as I scrolled on lonely nights hoping to see someone I could pretend was him. I rocked back down, arching my back, letting my pussy swallow him with the aid of gravity as he groaned and bit his own lip this time. Once, twice, over and over I dragged myself up the length of his cock, only to take him all the way back in, the angle hitting that same spot he’d toyed with earlier.

“You like that angle, Tara?” When I simply moaned in response, his finger flicked the tip of my clit, drawing my attention back to him. “Do you think you can take more?”

The offer confused me. “More?” There was no more. I had all of him inside me. How could he possibly?—

“Don’t tense up, pretty girl. Relax, and breathe.”

He slipped a single digit inside me alongside his cock, and if the phrase seeing stars had been a literal promise before, he certainly delivered. I moaned as it disappeared inside me inch by inch, and then the fucker did the unthinkable and wiggled it, teasing me, tempting me to move and fuck both his cock and his finger.

“That’s it, baby, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

And that was when I learned I had a praise kink.

Chapter Six

Arkady

She was so tight, so wet, so fucking hot, it was taking all I had in me not to fucking blow my load and fill her with my cum.

God, just thinking about it had my balls twitching.

The way she flushed red when I called her a good girl told me all I needed to know to push her over the edge with me.

My sweet little bookworm liked to be praised.

“You like that, do you?” I asked as she slid up my length, my finger traveling with her. “You’re doing so good.”

She moaned my name, her head thrown back as she slid her hips back down, swallowing my cock with her cunt as we both groaned with unrestrained pleasure. I curled my finger inside her, though there wasn’t much room to do so, and the shiver that raced down her spine reverberated in my cock, making my balls twitch.

“That’s it, Tara,” I whispered to her, needing her to fall apart atop me while I filled her with my seed. “I wanna watch you come on my cock, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

“I—I don’t know,” she whined, taking me inside her again. “I’ve never come this much in my life.”

“Welcome to the rapture, beautiful,” I teased, my free hand on her hip, guiding her, encouraging her to take me again and again. “I know you can do it. You can come for me again. Youwillcome for me again.”

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