Page 98 of Praised
“For you,” he whispered, lashes fluttering.
I undid my belt and made quick work of my own pants and my much less interesting underwear, pushing it all to the side and out of the way.
“Open your eyes,” I said, nipping at the top of his ear.
He groaned, but obliged, again seeking out my stare in the reflection of the mirror.
“Don’t look away,” I told him.
“Don’t embarrass me.”
I tutted my tongue against the roof of my mouth and shook my head. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
He sighed, but held my gaze just the same. His cock was half hard, and he moved like he wanted to touch it, but that wasn’t part of my plan for the night. At least, not yet. I pinned his wrists together at the small of his back, my fingers splayed around the small and knobby bones. The position arched his back and pushed his chest out, putting him on display in a way that made me absolutely ravenous.
And still he kept his eyes on me.
Slowly, I went to my knees behind him.
With his wrists still in my hand, the shift arched his back more, spreading his legs and bringing me eye level with the part of him I was after.
“My mouth is about to be very full,” I said, sinking my teeth into the meat of his ass, leaving a wet mouthprint against his underwear. “So I’m going to need you to talk me through it.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he gasped.
“Not in the slightest.”
With my free hand, I tugged his panties down to his knees, bringing his legs back together. I realized that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hold on him, but I was so close to his ass and so hungry for him, something had to give.
“Put your hands on the mirror and don’t look away,” I demanded.
“If you look away or if you quit talking, I stop.”
That was the last warning I gave him before spreading his ass apart and sealing my lips around his gorgeous, pink rim. Rose groaned, but didn’t say a word, so I stopped.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and slapped his palm against the corner of the mirror. “I don’t know what to say.”
I figured that would be the case. In fact, I’d planned on it. This was an idea that had been brewing in my head for a considerable amount of time because while Rose was learning to take what he wanted from me, he was far from believing that he deserved those things.
I wanted both.
“Start by asking for what you want,” I suggested.
“I want you to eat my ass,” he said quickly, pressing back and chasing after my mouth.
I delivered a quick swat against his backside, which earned me a high-pitched and surprised-sounding squeal. It made my cock leak, so I did it again.
“Do better,” I said, licking him from his balls up to his hole.
“I want you to kiss my hole,” he said, barely a whisper.
I glanced around his hip to catch his reflection in the mirror, and instead of looking at himself, he was staring down at me, which felt allowable in that moment. His cheeks, his throat, his chest, the whole front of him was flushed a violent shade of hot pink, and I knew how hard it had been for him to face himself and make the admission.
I dropped a very quick and very chaste peck against his hole and peered back around him. “What now?”
“With tongue,” he said, chest heaving.
“How?” I asked him again. “My job is to please you, baby. It’s your job to make sure I’m doing it right.”
