Page 73 of King of Praise
He releases my chin to shrug off his suit jacket, the material whispering as it slides down his arms. The motion draws attention to the powerful build usually concealed beneath more casual clothing. When he begins rolling up his shirtsleeves, exposing muscled forearms, heat pools low in my belly.
Reaching down, he takes my hand in his much larger one, bringing it to his lips. The kiss he presses to my fingers is reverent, at odds with the growing hunger in his eyes.
“Undo my pants.” His voice is soft yet commanding. “Show me how much you want to please me.”
My fingers tremble as I comply, working his belt free before tackling the button and zipper. His impressive length strains against black boxer briefs, already half-hard.
When I look up questioningly, he nods. “Take out my cock, lovely. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
The praise makes me eager to do as he says. I free him from the confining fabric, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. He’s fully hard now, the head already glistening with precum. Meeting his heated gaze, I wait for further instruction.
“Wrap those perfect lips around my cock.” His words are rough and gravelly, his control in jeopardy. “Be a good girl and take me deep.”
I lean forward, running my tongue along the underside before taking him into my mouth. His sharp inhale encourages me to continue, alternating between sucking and using my tongue to trace patterns along his length. His hands thread through my hair—gentle, caressing—as he slowly starts to rock his hips, gliding his cock to the back of my throat.
“That’s it, lovely,” he groans. “Taking my cock so well. Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?”
I nod eagerly, keeping my eyes locked on his as I hollow my cheeks around his thick length. His hands tighten in my hair, not painfully but with intent. The weight of him on my tongue, the masculine scent of his arousal, the way his breathing grows ragged—it all combines to make me ache with need.
“Fuck.” His eyes focus on my mouth as he begins to slowly thrust. “Look at you, on your knees for me, so beautiful, so willing.”
Each word of praise sends shivers down my spine. I relax my throat, letting him control the pace, trusting him completely. His movements remain measured despite his obvious desire—always careful, always aware of my limits.
I moan around him as he pushes deeper, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. My hands rest on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex with each controlled thrust. The power he holds in check for my sake only heightens my arousal.
“You’re unbelievably perfect,” he praises, one hand cupping my jaw with surprising tenderness even as he fucks my mouth harder. “So good for me. Letting me use that pretty mouth.”
Tears of pleasure gather in the corners of my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. I want this—want to please him, want to show him how much I trust him, how completely I submit to his control.
His thrusts grow faster, still careful but with an edge of urgency that makes my core clench with need. I hollow my cheeks further, sucking and then swirling my tongue along his length whenever he pulls back, eager to draw more of those deep groans from his chest.
“Fuck,” he growls, his grip tightening in my hair again. “Look at me while I fuck that sweet mouth.”
I meet his heated gaze, maintaining eye contact. My heart pounds with desire and anticipation, wanting—needing—to see him lose that iron control he always maintains. He’s still holding back, his thrusts measured and careful despite the hunger burning in his dark eyes.
Not tonight. Tonight, I want all of him.
I grip his hips, my fingers digging into the firm muscle as I take him deeper. A moan builds in my throat as I suck harder, my tongue pressing firmly against the sensitive underside of his cock. He takes a sharp breath in.
“Fuck, lovely.” The words come out strangled. “You’re testing my control.”
I answer by relaxing my throat, taking him to the base. Tears blur my vision, but I don’t care—I want him to see my complete surrender, my absolute trust. His hands clench into tight fistsaround my hair, no longer gentle. The delicious pressure makes heat pool between my thighs.
Something snaps in his expression when he sees what I want in my eyes. The careful restraint vanishes, replaced by raw need. His hips snap forward, driving deep into my throat. I moan encouragement, my fingers pressing harder into his hips as he finally—finally—lets go.
“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls, fucking my mouth with abandon now. “Wanted me to lose control, didn’t you? Wanted me to use this pretty mouth properly?”
I can only whimper agreement, tears streaming down my cheeks as he claims my mouth with powerful thrusts. Each stroke hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him wild and unleashed, taking his pleasure without restraint.
His breathing grows ragged, his movements erratic. I can feel him swelling on my tongue, know he’s close to the edge. Still, I maintain eye contact, begging him with just a look to give me everything.
His eyes stay locked on mine, piercing and dark with hunger. Each thrust pushes deeper, harder, his control completely shattered now. I take it all, wanting him to use me fully.
“So fucking perfect.” His voice quivers with each word as his orgasm builds. “So fucking perfect … fucking perfect.”
Everything is still blurry from my tears, but I continue holding my gaze on his face. I want him to see my complete surrender, my willing submission.
“Naomi,” he cries out, the sound of my name on his lips sending shivers down my spine. “Fuck, lovely, I’m going to cum. Want you to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”
