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Praise Kink / Mirrors

She needs to be told what a good girl she is and he is more than happy to oblige.

Penelope walked around her apartment anxiously, wringing her hands together and muttering to herself. She was an edge. He was due home any minute and she didn't want to wait a second longer.

Roxy and Sergio (who were on the couch) were picking up on her anxiety - looking at her with big eyes.

When he came through the door, she froze. His eyes took her in and the second he saw her he knew. His bag was gently placed on the ground and he walked towards her, almost as if approaching a frightened animal.

"I did good, didn't I?" she asked in a small voice; craving his approval - needing it.

"You did," he reassured, reaching his hand out to grasp one of hers before doing the same to the other, gently running his fingers up and over his forearms before repeating the process again it.

"I helped catch the bad guy."

"You did," he reassured once more.

Penelope spent so much time sitting behind a desk looking at a computer screen sometimes she felt that she wasn't that much use. What did she really do? Luke had found a way around this though and Penelope knew she needed his praise. It's what kept her going - reassured her that she was useful.

When he could see her thoughts getting the best of her once more he sat her down on the couch (after shooing Roxy and Sergio away) and just as they had done so many times before he removed her sweatpants and panties, exposing her pussy to him.

"I only let good girls receive pleasure," he told her, his fingertips working on her inner thighs, lighting scratching the skin with his short nails as he crept closer to his ultimate destination.

Penelope nodded, holding her breath as she waited for him to give her what she wanted… no needed so badly.

When his finger lightly touched her clit she whined and her eyes fell closed.

His index finger circled the swollen bud, moving it from side to side before pressing it into her fold, hitting her centre.

"Gah…" she moaned, sinking down into the couch so Luke applied more pressure.

"That's right," he encouraged. "Take pleasure from me, my good girl, you earned it."

Penelope moaned at his words and grasped the nearest couch cushion in her hands.

His changed his approach and used his thumb to press on her clit as his index finger tiptoed around her pussy, giving her pleasure but not quite to the extent she wanted.

"More," she begged, trying to force his hand by sliding down the couch. It didn't work though as the one hand he had left on her thigh slapped her skin lightly in warning.

"You only get more when you say what I need to hear, Chica." He knew how much she struggled with saying it.

"Luke," she begged again, opening her eyes to plead with him, her brown orbs begging him.

"Say it," he encouraged, slipping just the tip of his finger into her tight hole. "Say it and you can have it all."

He took his hand off her thigh and used it to open his jeans, pulling his cock out from his boxers. He let her eye up his thick appendage, the end already dripping.

Penelope licked her lips, eyes going from his to cock and back again. She did love his cock.

His own hand stroked his cock in languid motions, moving from the base to the tip with ease and back down again.

Penelope moaned from where she sat but not in pleasure this time but in frustration. She wanted his cock.

"Say it, Chica. Say it."

Luke leaned in and kissed her neck. He started off gently at first, little kisses to her heat skin and then he let his tongue peak out of his mouth and lick a trail from her neck down to her cleavage. His mouth moved her top out of the way and he took a straining nipple into his mouth, moaning when the bud puckered against his tongue in excitement.

That was her undoing.

"I'm a good girl," she moaned, relaxing into the couch. "I'm a good girl."

Luke smiled against her skin. "Yes, you are." He pushed his finger inside of her fully and her hips arched off of the couch, meeting his digit with joy as he finally gave her what she wanted.

"You're my good girl, Penelope." He felt her nod above him. "Only good girls get to feel this good. Only good girls get pleasured by me."

She keened at his words, her back arching.

When he pulled his finger out and saw his digits glistening, he sucked them into a mouth, making a loud slurping noise so she would look at him.

Her eyes darkened with desire.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs completely and sat back on the sofa, stroking his engorged cock.

"Come here, my good girl," he told her. "Ride me."

Penelope agreed, standing quickly and removing all of her clothes she soon returned to him. She straddled him eagerly and sunk herself onto him.

Luke closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the couch.

As Penelope started a slow rhythm, Luke placed his hands on her hips to help guide her, making her ride him slowly.

He built them up gently, controlling the pace with his hands until he wanted more. He sat forward and suckled her left breast into his mouth, moving one hand up to grasp at her right as his arm wound around her waist to keep her close to him.

He felt his balls tingle and her walls clench and he knew she was close.

"You're my good girl, Penelope," he whispered into her breast. "You're my good girl and you're going to cum for me."

"Oh," she moaned and her hips began shallower thrusts, pleasure overtaking her.

"You're always a good girl," he continued. "And because you're my good girl only you get to play with my cock."

She grasped at his hair and leaned over him, squashing her breasts against his face.

Sensing she needed more he pulled away from her breast and gently grasped at her chin with one hand, making her look at him.

"Good girls cum when they're told." His balls drew up against his body and the tip of his cock flared with warmth. He pressed his lips harshly against hers.

"Cum for me!" he commanded.

The flood gates opened and she gushed against him, her entire body going rigid above him as all the tension they had built up released.

His cock tingled and he shot his hot cum deep into her, his cock surging.

Spent and exhausted, Penelope rested her head against Luke's, breathing heavily as a wave of calmness fell over them.

"You are my good girl, Penelope," he reassured her, brushing her blonde hair away from her sweaty face. "You always will be."