Good Behavior

Requested by @toppersbitch, here's a little something for all my baddies with a praise mink!

It all began so simply; an accidental touch during the mundane kitchen cleanup you always did on Sunday nights. You were grabbing a pile of dishes to place back in the cabinet when you ever-so-slightly made contact with Joe’s hip; your laser focus on the task at hand distracting you enough that you didn’t make your normal apology for the slight. 

“Rude,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Huh? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you replied. Tossing a dirty dish towel over his shoulder, he bent down and pecked your cheek on his way to the laundry room. “It’s okay. You know I love your bratty ass,” he said over his shoulder.

I’m not bratty, you thought to yourself, wiping down the counter one last time before heading upstairs to start your nighttime routine. Removing your makeup carefully, you were in the process of applying your skincare when Joe came into the bathroom, whistling. You didn’t realize you were blocking the drawer with his toothbrush until you caught him standing behind you, hands on his hips. “Geez. You could say excuse me,” you grumbled. 

Brushing past Joe, you rolled your eyes when he gently but firmly grabbed your arm, pulling you to his chest. “See, another bratty comment. Do we need to have a little lesson on respecting one another?” Cocking your head to the side, you let out a low sigh and shrugged, already sensing the path your evening was strolling down. 

“Whatever you say boss,” you sarcastically remarked, knowing that your tone would surely get Joe riled up. Without fail, Joe let out a throaty laugh and steered you towards the bedroom, his normally cerulescent eyes dark. “I think it’s time for that lesson,” Joe chirped. Nodding his head to the floor, the pressure of his hands on your shoulders was unmistakable, and you lowered yourself onto your knees until you were eye level with his tented sweatpants. 

Joe wrapped your dark curls in his hands and yanked your head back so he could see your face, the look of pure defiance you wore turning him on. “If you’re not going to watch your mouth, I’ll keep it preoccupied,” he growled, “open your lips.”

You thought for a second about refusing, showing him just how bratty you could be, but the ache between your legs was too strong to ignore, and there were few things that pushed you over the edge like pleasing Joe. Tugging his pants and boxers off, you slid the tip of his dick between your lips, tracing the head with your tongue. The subtle movements of your mouth caused Joe’s head to fall back as you worked him over, inching him deeper and deeper down your throat until your nose was pressed into his pelvis. 

Though he was the one in control and despite his earlier admonishment, there was still something so loving, so caring about Joe’s dominance over you. For every buck of his hips as he fucked your face, there was a tender swipe of his thumb on your cheek; any brief gag of your throat met with a “good girl.”

Spit and precum rolled down onto your chest while you traced the veiny underside of Joe’s cock with your tongue; the peaks and valleys of his marble-like member so uniquely him. “That’s it,” Joe grunted, “such a good job you’re doing.” Joe knew how much his approval meant to you, the words of praise turning you into a one-woman army there only to serve Joe.

You could tell by the way his abdomen tensed and the grip on your hair tightened that he was close, and soon enough, you felt him spill down your throat, the taste so unmistakably him. Lapping at his dick, you cleaned him thoroughly with your tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop of the thing only you got to savor. 

From your previous “lessons”, you knew better than to get up without his permission, so you waited for him to indicate that he was done with you. Instead, he led you to the bed, ordering you to slip off your nightgown and panties. The slight chill in the air left your skin with goosebumps, but soon your whole body was on fire when you felt Joe’s calloused hands trace the length of your legs. 

Inch by inch, he made his way up your thighs, soft kisses following his hands until he stopped abruptly near your core. Using his index finger, he parted your lips and grazed your clit with the softest of touches, the minuscule contact causing your torso to jolt. Grinning wildly, Joe gradually increased the speed of his fingers until he had you thoroughly worked up, the writhing of your body intoxicating to him.

“What pretty noises my baby is making for me. Does that feel good to you?” Incoherent babbling was all you could muster, and Joe took that as a sign to switch to his tongue. Circling your soaked core, Joe held your hips down as you screamed with pleasure, one final flick all you required to orgasm. Your legs shook as you tried to steady your breathing but rest was nowhere in the horizon for you-- Joe had other plans in mind. 

Tossing your legs over his shoulders, Joe kissed the inside of your ankle before sliding himself all the way in, a puff of air falling from his lips when he bottomed out. You had but a nanosecond of time to acclimate to his dick when he began thrusting, those same veins you had just been worshiping with your mouth now tickling your oversensitive walls.

Moonlight danced off Joe’s muscular chest as you watched him, every sharp angle and broad plane of his body illuminated by the night sky pouring in through the large windows. Leaning down to capture each of your pert nipples one by one with his mouth, Joe pecked your lips briefly before switching positions, wrapping your legs around his waist and hoisting you up off the bed. 

His hands cupped your ample ass as he fucked you; the security of his strength the only insurance policy against you falling down since your legs had been rendered useless by his expert work on your body. The sharp angle of his dick meant every thrust made contact with your g-spot, and your next climax was too much for you to handle; your body going limp as it ripped through you. 

Stars filled your eyes while you felt Joe increase his speed, and eventually, he collapsed back onto the bed, cradling you to his chest while he pumped into you for the final time. The following post-coital silence was comforting; the only sounds filling the room being the low panting coming from both of you and the whirl of the overhead fan breaking it up.

Shifting so he could see your face, Joe brushed your sweaty curls off your forehead so he could place a kiss in their absence. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” you yawned, curling up into his side, "I really didn't mean to." Smiling sleepily, Joe rubbed your back and pulled the comforter up around you guys. “It’s okay baby. I think the lesson got through.”