Praise

Quinn

I knelt, my hand trembling as I grasped his throbbing dick. I looked up met his smoldering eyes as I licked my lips His hand stroked my head, positioning himself at my mouth, and I took him in, swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as I sucked, taking him deeper, my hands gently caressing and cupping his balls.

"God, Quinn, your mouth," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. "Suck me harder, a ghràidh. Take all of me down your throat."

I moaned, the vibration sending shocks through his body, and I felt his control waver. I wanted to please him, to drive him as wild as he did me, so I sucked harder, creating a tight seal with my lips and bobbing my head up and down. I could taste him on my tongue, feel his thickness as his wide head hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I pressed on needing his praise like a drug.

"Yes, Quinn, just like that," he growled, his hips bucking slightly, urging me on. "You're doing so good, a ghràidh. Take it, all of it. Such a good girl."

I moaned again, the sound muffled by his length in my mouth, and sucked even harder, my hands stroking the crisp hair of his thighs. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to lose control, to find that edge, and I kept on, my mouth working feverishly, my hair falling around us like a curtain.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, Quinn," he warned, his voice hoarse. He held my head between his strong hands as he panted. "Wait, wait."

His words sent a fresh wave of desire through me, and I tried to suck him back into my throat, wanting to give him the pleasure he craved, needing to taste his essence but his hands fisted in my hair, pulling off of him with an audible pop.

His cock bobbed in front of my face, slick with my saliva as his thumbs ran over my lips and up across my cheeks. "I need to come in that sweet pussy of yours. I want your cunt to milk me until I'm dry."

His filthy words made me shiver and I could feel myself getting wet again even after the insane orgasm he'd just given me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"You want my cock, Quinn? Beg for it," he demanded.

My desire for him shone in my eyes. "Please, Lachlan, I need you inside me. I need to feel you. Fuck me hard and make me yours."

His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed at my words, and I quickly added. "Fuck me hard...sir."

The pleasure returned to his expression, his voice soft and dangerous. "Good girl. That's my good, obedient girl. You know I love it when you listen." I bit my lip as a shiver ran down my spine at his words. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

I moved quickly, my breath catching in my throat as I felt his eyes on me. His palm glided over the curves of my ass, a possessive touch that sent sparks of electricity coursing through me. "You have the most beautiful body," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "And it's all mine to play with." I moaned as his hand connected with my skin, a sharp sting that only served to heighten the pleasure. "I love how responsive you are," he continued, his voice warm and approving. "So sensitive and eager to please."

I felt my cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire as his words washed over me. "Do you like that, mo seud?" he asked, his thumb finding my over sensitive clit before pinching it hard. I gasped before wetness pooled ran down my thighs.

"Do you like it when I praise you?" I could only whimper in response, my body throbbing with need. "Tell me what you want, Quinn," he prompted, his hand caressing my skin, his touch firm and demanding. "Tell me what you need."

My breath quickened as I felt the weight of his gaze on me. "I want—" My voice caught in my throat, and I swallowed, my cheeks flaming. "I want you to spank me, Lachlan. Please." He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that sent a thrill through me. "As you wish, mo seud. I want you to count each stroke. Understand?"

I nodded, my chest heaving as I braced myself on my hands and knees, awaiting the sting with anticipation and a hint of delicious trepidation. "One," I cried out as his hand connected with my ass, a sharp smack that made me flinch. "Two," I whimpered, my voice catching as a sting burned on my other cheek. "Three," I moaned, my body arching into his touch, craving more, as he rubbed the stinging skin then followed his hand with his lips. "Oh, God," I whispered as his tongue briefly dipped into my channel, smacking his lips like I was the most heavenly delicacy. His blend of pleasure and pain that had me squirming and begging for more.

"You're doing so well, Quinn," he praised, his hot breath flowing over my pussy, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Such a beautiful sight, so eager and willing." I whimpered, my body on fire, every nerve ending singing with sensation.

"May I have your cock, Lachlan?" I pleaded, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, sir. I need you to fill me up."

"How could I deny such a pretty request?" He purred, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. I whimpered, my body already on edge, craving his touch. I was putty in his hands, and we both knew it.

He teased my entrance, pushing into me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I was so ready for him, my body welcoming his invasion. I clenched around him, my inner muscles gripping him tightly as he filled me completely.

"You like that, a ghràidh?" He growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like feeling me stretch you open, filling you up?" His fingers dug into my hips, his touch possessive and demanding. I knew I would have finger shaped bruises tomorrow but I didn't care.

"Yes!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls. "I love it, Lachlan. Please, I need you to fuck me. Harder, please. I want you to fuck me hard." I begged, barely recognizing my own voice, my words fueling his dominant fire.

He pulled out almost all the way, teasing me, torturing me with anticipation. Then, just when I was about to beg again, he slammed back into me, making my body shake violently. The force of his thrusts pushed me forward with each impact, my breasts bouncing with every powerful stroke.

"You're mine, Quinn," he growled, as he leaned over my back, his hands squeezing my breasts tightly, pinching and twisting my nipples just how I liked it. "And I'm going to fuck you hard and make you come whenever I want."

"Oh, Lachlan, please!" I screamed, my body on the edge, begging for release. "I'm so close, so fucking close! Don't stop, I'm gonna come so hard around you!"

He growled, his voice a mixture of pride and pure lust. "Now, Quinn! Come for me. Milk my cock with your amazing pussy!"

As if my body had been waiting for his command, my orgasm ripped through me, my juices flowing freely down my thighs as I clenched tightly around him. "Lachlan!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, my body shaking uncontrollably.

He didn't slow down; instead, he pounded into me relentlessly, wrenching my orgasm out longer and longer, determined to push me to another peak. "That's it, a ghràidh. Come again. I own this pretty pussy, and I'm not done with it yet. I want my cum to fill you up."

His dirty words sent another wave of pleasure coursing through me, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was his, and he was going to brand me with his touch, marking me forever.

We both cried out, our voices mingling in the night air as we found our release together. He filled me with wave after wave of cum painting my channel. I felt him twitch and pulse inside me as he rode out my orgasm.

My shaking arms gave up and I collapsed onto the pillows with Lachlan following me down. He lay on top of me with us still joined for several long breaths before he slid out of me and moved to the side, pulling me into his arms, holding me close. I snuggled into his side, trying to catch my breath but feeling content and satisfied.

"That was incredible," I murmured, a lazy smile on my face.

"It certainly was," he agreed, tracing patterns on my back with his fingers. "You've surpassed my wildest dreams, mo chridhe."

I snuggled closer, already anticipating the next time. The night surrounded us, the stars twinkling above us in a sky darker than I'd ever seen. I rested against his chest, listening to his heart beating under my ear, my mind spinning at the unexpected direction my life had just taken with this enigmatic man. The last thing I heard before I drifted off was a whispered 'good girl' and I smiled.