Clit Rubbing Novels & Stories

Can’t control it, can’t stop it—your cunt just keeps spasming and pushing more out with every wave. Ride it. Grind it out. Keep rubbing your clit through every aftershock until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. Don’t you dare lift your hand. Press harder. Circle faster. Force that swollen, oversensitive clit to take more even while your body tries to twist away. Feel those sharp, electric stabs of too-much pleasure shooting through you? That’s what you get for being so greedy.

I commanded. He lets go of my tits and moved his hand down to my clit. Rubbing on it with care, but I didn’t want him taking it easy on me. “Enough of this nice guy shit, rub my clit like you mean it!” I exclaim. Slapping his face, letting him know I don’t want no more softness from him. He fingers me even more aggressively and he rubs my clit in a quick pace. “That’s more like it. Fuck!” I said. My moans get rougher.

She could feel a little movement, and a wide smile spread on her face. “Come on, make me mine. Claim me as yours, and I will always be yours. Show me who is in control.” Alpha Ruben couldn't hold to his words. The little banana within his leg was awake, and it was time to dive into business. Clair did not have time to prepare herself when his hands pushed her to the bed. Her legs spread apart, and his rough fingers probed her entrance. She clenched instinctively; he smacked her ass hard, and the sharp sting brought out a blissful yet painful moan from her. “Relax, slut,” he growled. Clair barely had time to adjust when another smack, more painful than the other, hit her ass.

of their sex rubbing each other and their sloppy kisses was the rhythm that fueled the intercourse. Krystal rubbed him, giving him more sexual support while Lucas busied his hand, pinching and squeezing her red nipples. The more he squeezed and thrust, the louder her moans. He moved his hands down to her vagina, rubbing hard aggressively on her pink clitoris making her feel scorching hot. The hot blood of pleasure surged through her clitoris as it pumped with veins. He pinched in her clitoris hardly and she let out a scream that could be mistaken for a moan.

This time he was staring with so much restraint like he was struggling and stopping himself from doing what ever was in his mind. I spread my legs wide, deliberately putting a finger into my tight opening, slowly I started rubbing my clit till it was making squelching sounds, and that was the only sound that filled the room. It worked because his knuckles turn white where he gripped the edge of the couch. A sound of pure, unadulterated frustration escaped his lips…… a low growl that vibrated in the small space between us.

she added, her optimism shining through. Clayton considered her words carefully. "I think you should give it another day or two, Cam. Let's not push it," he suggested, his fingers continuing to stroke her foot. She sighed and moaned, enjoying the sensation on her foot. "You want a foot rub? Clayton asked as he traced his fingers along the sole of her foot, eliciting a laugh from her. "Let me guess, you're ticklish," he said with a grin. "You know I'm ticklish!" she smiled. "But yes, a foot rub sounds amazing," she replied. "Just don't tickle me. My ribs still hurt when I laugh."

“I love it. Love how full you make me. Love how deep you go.” I started moving faster. Up and down. Grinding at the bottom of each stroke so my clit rubbed against his pelvis. The wet slap of our bodies grew louder. My moans turned into desperate little cries. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside me, hitting deep, stretching me wide. “Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Rub that pretty clit while you ride me. I want to feel you come again.” I obeyed. My fingers found my swollen, slick clit, and I rubbed fast circles. The pleasure built sharp and fast. My thighs shook. My breathing turned ragged.

I want you aching before you even get permission to grind. Slide your hands up your thighs. Slow. Fingernails dragging just enough to leave faint pink lines. Stop right at the edge of your underwear. Hook two fingers under the elastic—but don’t pull them down. Just tug. Let the fabric snap lightly back against your skin. Do it again. Harder this time. Feel the little jolt straight to your clit. You’re getting wetter, aren’t you? Say it out loud. “I’m getting wetter.” Louder.

I couldn't let him hear me! I press a finger to my clit, allowing it to rest there for a moment. My muscles tense up and a shiver runs through me. Slowly, I start rubbing – it is slow and lazy at first, just light circles that cause a pleasant tingling sensation in my nether regions. I continue circling for a few minutes until the tingling turns into a throbbing, pulsing sensation. I want more. I need more. I add a second finger and start rubbing faster, my hand moving to my clit to massage it. My breathing becomes labored as my body writhes against the pleasure.

He brings his hand to his face and bites hard on his thumb. His throat bobs up and down as he watches me. I bite my bottom lip as I take out my fingers, rubbing my clit. I feel a tightening in my stomach, but I don’t stop; I want him to see what I do. Usually I put on a video or something, but just seeing him in front of me, I feel so wet. I keep rubbing my clit, but I feel a pooling in my stomach. Throwing my head back, I use my index finger and flick it over my clit so fast. I feel my walls clenching.