Page 98 of King of Praise
I open my mouth wide, welcoming him inside. The familiar weight of his cock settles on my tongue as I wrap my lips around him. His taste fills my senses—clean skin with a hint of salt. I swirl my tongue around the head, savoring how the silky-smooth skin contrasts with the rigid hardness beneath.
A deep groan rumbles from his chest when I apply gentle suction. The sound sends a thrill through me. His hips rock forward, pushing his impressive length deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat, wanting to take all of him.
His large hands thread into my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp as he gathers the strands in his grip. The slight tensionsends tingles across my skin. He holds my head still, taking control in that way that makes me melt inside.
“Good girl,” he praises, “letting me fuck this perfect mouth like I own it.”
He starts a slow rhythm, hips rolling as he fucks my mouth with measured strokes. Each thrust slides his cock a bit deeper, letting me adjust to his size.
I moan around him, loving how he fills my mouth, how his hands in my hair keep me exactly where he wants me. I am completely at his mercy, and it only sparks more excitement in me.
My fingers dig into my thighs as I fight the urge to touch him without permission. Being good for him, following his lead, feeds something deep inside me that I never knew I needed before him.
His cock slides smoothly between my lips as he continues the unhurried pace. I focus on breathing through my nose, relaxing my throat, using my tongue to caress him with each thrust. His quiet groans and murmured praise tell me I’m pleasing him exactly how he wants.
The throbbing between my legs grows more intense with each slide of Micah’s cock between my lips. I squeeze my thighs together, desperately seeking friction, but it only heightens my need. A whimper escapes around his thickness as I rock subtly against nothing.
“What’s the matter, lovely?” Micah’s voice has an edge that makes me shiver. “Are you wet for me? Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
I nod eagerly, never letting him slip from my mouth. To emphasize my point, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder. The action draws a deep groan from his chest, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Fuck.” He growls, hips jerking forward. The curse sounds especially filthy in his usually controlled voice. “You’re so perfect, taking me so deep.”
I suck him harder, and his cock twitches against my tongue. My jaw aches from his size, but I welcome the stretch.
“You want to make me cum, don’t you?”
I nod again, more enthusiastically this time, looking up to meet his dark gaze. The sight of him above me—powerful, commanding, yet so clearly affected by my actions—sends another rush of wetness between my thighs.
Micah shakes his head, his dark eyes glittering with promise. “Not this time. You’re doing so well, but tonight, the only place I’m coming is inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
He withdraws his cock from my mouth, the pop loud in the quiet cabin. A small whine of protest escapes me before I can stop it, and I fight the urge to pout at the loss. I feel bereft, empty, desperate to have him filling me again in any way he chooses.
The corner of his mouth lifts in that knowing half-smile that makes my insides liquify. His thumb traces along my bottom lip, still wet from taking him.
“No pouting,” he warns, his voice carrying an edge of dominance that never fails to make me weak, “or I’ll have to spank you.”
My breath catches sharply at his words, heat flooding through me at the thought of being draped across his strong thighs, his large hand coming down on my bare ass again and again. The image alone has me clenching, my core aching with need.
His eyes darken as he reads my body’s response. That knowing half-smile grows wider.
“Oh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Does my good girl like that idea? Being turned over my knee, spanked until that pretty ass is pink and warm?”
I can only whimper in response, my cheeks flushing with equal parts embarrassment and arousal at how easily he reads my desires.
My body thrums with anticipation as Micah steps back, his movements deliberate and controlled. The chair creaks as he settles into it, legs spread in a pose of casual dominance. His dark eyes never leave mine as he pats his thigh in invitation.
“Come here,” he says, voice thick with promise. “Let me show you how exquisite pain and pleasure can be when they dance together.”
I rise on shaky legs, hyper-aware of my nakedness as I cross the short distance between us. The cabin’s air feels cool against my heated skin. Standing before him, I’m struck by the contrast—him fully clothed except for his open jeans, me completely bare and vulnerable.
“Do you trust me?” His large hands cup my hips, thumbs stroking small circles that send shivers through me.
“Yes, sir.” I do trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
“Then lay across my lap.”
My heart pounds as I carefully position myself, draping my body over his strong thighs. The denim is rough against my sensitive skin, the hard length of him pressing against my hip. His hand settles on my lower back, warm and steadying.
