Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

My mouth moves in rhythm of his, the burning desire between us fueled the fire and I’m melting inside his embrace and by his kisses. I moaned more when he grind his hips against me and made me feel the hardness of his steel-rod cock pulsating inside his pants. The friction it did to my core was convulsing that I quiver in each grind, mirroring the movement, following to where this takes us. I never thought that dry humping will make me crazy like this. It’s too much and I started to wonder how it will feel if we’re actually doing it. Damn. I heard a ripping sound and breaking to the kiss to look down, my shirt has been torn in half. Jacob groaned his apologies because burying his head on my

I straddled his lap, grinding my bare, already wet pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Oh?” he smirked, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “You want to take charge tonight, Cindy? Fine. Entertain me. Show me what you've got.” I smirked and started dry humping him slowly, rolling my hips and rubbing my slick folds against his hard cock through his trousers. “Mmm… you’re so hard already,” I whispered. I rolled my hips, rubbing my wet folds up and down his clothed cock, leaving a shiny wet patch on his pants. The friction against my swollen clit made me moan softly.

His fingers grip harder, digging into my hips and moving me making me melt against him. I scream out as his thumb finds my clit and pushes it while continuing to have me grind against his thigh. "Please, please, please!" My hands fist his black t-shirt collar which I use to gain control. My sweaty forehead is back on his. "Look at me love. Open your eyes." I do as he says and meet his hungry gaze. "Oisin...Oisin..." "That's it love, ride me." Dry humping his leg feels so wrong and yet...nope. Still wrong.

Every bit of me claiming you. I nodded, gasping, slapping back at his arm playfully, the mix of pain and pleasure blurring into ecstasy. We built like that, slow then fast, his dominance wrapping around me like chains I never wanted to break. Dry humping had been the appetizer; this was the main course, freaky and deep, his fingers now dipping into my ass, one knuckle breaching as he fucked my pussy. 'Oh shit, yes... finger my ass while you pound me,' I begged, voice hoarse, the double penetration sending me spiraling.

It sounds so raw and sexy. Leo moves one of his hands to my butt, he pushes me into his groin as he thrusts into me. I break the kiss in surprise of how intense that left. I look at him and he smiles at me and he does it again. I close my eyes and moan loudly. I start to move at the same time with him and the feeling gets even more intense. I have never tried dry humping before, so this is more intense than I thought it would be. We continue thrusting into each other for a while, the feeling becoming more and more intense with each thrust but I don’t climax.

“I have thought of nothing else but how fucking good it felt to have your cunt squeezing my cock dry. I have beat off so many times thinking of it and nothing has come close to the real thing. If I could, I would push those ugly yoga pants down, along with the white cotton panties you’re probably wearing and fuck you hard and fast against this wall of sugar and flour until I emptied my balls deep into your womb. I have thought of nothing else since I left you wet in the hotel room.” “Oh.” His words caused a throbbing deep inside, a pulsing need battering her internally. Her pants were soaking in seconds from the way he was looking at her. “Oh.” He repeated her word back at her, his eyes dark

She caught sight of his bulging erection beneath his swimming trunks, and she swallowed her throat as anticipation began building up in her belly. Russell lowered his bulging erection, still enclosed in his trunks, to her center and wrapped her legs around his pelvis. Now that his erection was centered on her crotch, it was the perfect position for dry humping. He claimed her lips for a searing kiss that took their breath away. Then he looked deeply into her eyes and began grinding on her core, creating intense friction between their genitals. He increased the intensity and speed of his grinding to the point where her core was already slippery and wet. He longed to free his shaft and penetra

Pulling his lips away from mine, his gaze is full of want and his jaw is tight when he speaks, “You’re going to come for me, Aria. I won’t stop until you do.” “Knox, please...” I whimper. “No talking. Keep your eyes on me and I will give you what you’re begging for.” Biting my lower lip, he watches me intently as he adds even more pressure. I never knew that dry humping could feel so good, but when I finally start helping and moving my own hips, the blaze inside builds, and I can feel the explosion on the horizon. “That’s it, ride me just like that! Come for me, Aria...come now!” He commands.

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

"Feeling how thick I am, rubbing your little pussy like this?" "Yes," I whimpered, soaked and edging, clit throbbing from the friction. "Don't stop, please." We panted quietly, bodies rocking under the blanket, TV forgotten. His groans low in my ear, my soft moans muffled in the pillow. So close to cumming—just from dry-humping, his monster cock sliding hot and hard—but we stopped short, breathing heavy, pretending. "Gotta stop," he muttered frustrated, pulling back a little but staying close. "Fuck, Brielle."