Page 54 of King of Praise
Her fingers move faster against her clit as she chases her release. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls beginning to tighten around my cock. My own release builds, but I hold it back, determined to watch her come undone first.
“That’s it, lovely. So perfect around my cock. I’m so proud of you, showing me your desires like this.”
The words push her over the edge. Her body clenches around me as release washes through her in visible waves.
Before her pleasure fully subsides, I grip her hips and flip our positions, using my strength to maneuver her onto hands and knees. She gasps at the sudden movement but doesn’t resist, trusting me to handle her body with care despite my size advantage.
The sight of her like this—ass raised, back arched, red curls spilling down her spine—makes my cock throb with renewed need. Her pussy glistens with evidence of her release, pink and swollen from how well she fucked me.
Unable to resist, I drag my fingers through her wetness, gathering her arousal before pressing inside. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, still sensitive from her orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growl, withdrawing my fingers and lining up my cock. Without further warning, I slam inside, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
Naomi cries out, her fingers clutching the sheets as I set a punishing pace. Each stroke drives deep, claiming her with possessive intensity. Her body yields beautifully, accepting my dominance even as aftershocks from her first orgasm ripple through her core.
I alternate between speeds—sometimes slow and deep, grinding against her sweet spot until she whimpers, then switching to fast, hard strokes that have her gasping my name. Her pleasure builds again, evident in the way she pushes back against my thrusts, seeking more.
“Yes.” I grip her hips tighter. “Take what I give you. Show me how much you need this.”
Her only response is a broken moan as I angle my hips, hitting deeper. I can feel her second orgasm approaching in the way her inner muscles pulse around my cock. My own release continues to climb, but I focus on drawing out her pleasure, determined to wring another climax from her willing body.
Leaning forward, I press my chest against Naomi’s back, my larger frame covering her completely. One arm braces beside her head while my other hand slides around to cup her breast, feeling the soft weight fill my palm. Her nipple pebbles against my fingers as I roll it between thumb and forefinger.
“Perfect,” I say against her ear, punctuating the praise with a sharp thrust that makes her gasp. “So responsive for me.”
She arches into my touch, seeking more contact as I continue to drive into her. The new angle lets me hit deeper, drawing soft cries from her throat with each stroke. My fingers pinch her nipple harder, the slight pain making her clench around my cock.
“Fuck, lovely. Let me hear how good it feels.”
Her answering moan sends fire through my veins. I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while maintaining the relentless pace of my thrusts. I feel her getting close again.
I’m close too, pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer, but I force my cock to obey. My fingers continue working her nipples in time with my thrusts, just what she needs to tip over the edge.
“Come for me,” I command roughly. “Now.”
She shatters instantly, her body clamping down around me as pleasure rips through her. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the vice-like grip of her pussy, finally breaks my control.
With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep and let go, filling her with hot pulses as my own orgasm crashes over me.
I stay buried inside her, reveling in the way her body continues to pulse around me. My chest heaves against her back as I catch my breath, both of us trembling in the aftermath. When I finally sit back and withdraw, a primal satisfaction courses through me at the sight of my cum trickling from her swollen flesh.
A possessive growl rumbles in my chest. Unable to resist, I gather the evidence of our coupling on my fingers as she shivers at my touch. With deliberate slowness, I push my fingers inside her, working my cum deeper.
“Mine,” I say, the word more prayer than claim.
Naomi’s answering moan sends fresh heat through my veins. Her body accepts my exploring fingers eagerly, still sensitive from her multiple orgasms. I continue my gentle claiming, mesmerized by how she responds to my touch. Each careful thrust of my fingers draws soft sounds from her throat.
The intimacy of this moment—marking her as mine in such a primal way—stirs something deep in my chest. This isn’t just about physical possession. It’s about trust, about her allowing me to care for her in ways no one else ever did.
I curl my fingers inside her, rewarded by the way she gasps and pushes back against my hand. Her body’s honesty, the wayshe seeks more of my touch without shame, makes my chest tight with emotion.
“Stay right there.” My voice comes out rough with lingering desire as I reluctantly remove my fingers from her pussy. “I’ll be right back.”
Naomi makes a soft sound of agreement, her body still trembling.
At the sink, I run warm water over a soft washcloth, taking care to get the temperature just right. My movements are unhurried, deliberate.
When I return, she’s rolled onto her back. Her green eyes track my approach with languid satisfaction. Settling beside her on the bed, I begin with her inner thighs, cleaning away the evidence of our passion with gentle strokes.
