Evil Sonic Rubbing Hands Novels & Stories

"Hold still." "I said don't—" "Hold. Still." My hands scrubbed her neck. Both sides‚ my soapy palms dragging across her throat‚ behind her ears‚ along her jaw where his cologne was clinging to her skin like it had any right to be there. She was shaking under my hands‚ her teeth chattering‚ goosebumps erupting everywhere‚ and my wolf was howling‚ this savage‚ territorial frenzy that wouldn't stop until every trace of him was gone. Her arms next. Shoulder to wrist‚ my fingers wrapping around her forearms‚ scrubbing where his hands had held hers. I scrubbed her palms. Between her fingers. Her wrists where scent lingered longest‚ my thumbs pressing into the pulse points.

Alpha Draven's hand was almost twice the size as mine, yet he grabbed my hand gently as if he was holding something fragile. I smiled awkwardly at him and squeezed his hand harder, trying to prove that I wasn't made of porcelain. Once I did he immediately corrected his grip while dangerously locking his eyes on mine. We stood like that, wrapped in a strange silence that increased the density of the air around us. His thumb delicately rubbed the inner side of my palm, striking my skin with electricity as a wave of shivers flooded my body. I abruptly took my hand away, scratching the place he touched as if I wanted to wipe off the sensation of him. He smirked.

I just literally woke up. He only pushes his finger deeper. He geta a small tub of Vaseline from the pocket in his jeans on the floor and rubs it all over his fingers. He works his way in and out of my asshole and touches my clit with his other hand rubbing in all different directions. All the while, my arms shake. I'm not sure I can handle this anymore.

His large palms were warm against her cold hands. "Let me warm your hands while you wait for your bath to be ready," his large, warm hands were rubbing against her hands, trying to create more friction. When he blew on her hands, Evie almost flinched. He looked at her through his dark and long lashes. "No?" his voice suddenly sounded deeper than usual. And Roselle couldn't respond. He blew on her hands while gazing at her, rubbing her hands at the same time with care. And she felt the ice melting.

My middle and ring fingers, the pinky and index to the sides while the thumb rubs her clit occasionally, if not my palm. "Do you like this?" I pumped my hand on her as I curled my fingers inside her core. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck!" Lisa's restrained groans have turned her voice husky as she spread her legs wider. But as soon as I felt her walls starting to pulse and clench my fingers in her, my hand's speed turned frenetic as if chasing for something so precious.

Elias’s head fell back, his eyes snapping shut as he felt her cool hand cupping the head of his lengthening cock through the cloth. He didn't move, letting her explore the rigid length of him. Every time her thumb swiped over the burgeoning head, he felt a jolt of lightning travel straight to his gut. "You're playing with fire, little one," he whispered, the sound vibrating against her hair. He reached down, his large, calloused hand covering hers, pressing her palm harder against his heat. He began to guide her hand in a slow, torturous rhythm, showing her exactly how he wanted to be handled.

His hands worked their way as he used his middle and index finger to rub my already hard nipples. The other hand was not motionless, no. His other hand and finger did just as he continued the palming and rubbing. “Evans…” I could feel myself close, I was getting there. Just a little bit. I rocked my hips around his fingers as I shut my eyes tightly, his tongue savoring its feel on my nipples. I'm confused when he grabs both of my wrists and places them above my head. He leaned closer again and I could feel his cock pressing against me.

Grey’s face, twisted with that sick desire; his hands grabbing where they shouldn't grab; his disgusting tongue on my skin; the cornered, suffocating terror that had crawled up my spine. I choked out a sob and started rubbing both hands over my skin, my arms, my shoulders, my torso…scrubbing, scratching, trying to erase every inch he touched. It felt like something filthy clung to me, something I couldn’t peel away no matter how hard I rubbed. My stomach twisted so violently I thought I might be sick. Then the sobs broke free.

My other hand moved down to her to her pussy and I began to rub her clit. Capturing her little hard clit between my thumb and finger and pinched and pulled as I bit her nipples. She moaned loudly as I moved my fingers into her tight little hole, I began to bang her pussy hard as she came again. She tried to move away I started back at her clit, she said it was to sensitive, I didn’t listen as I continued to rub it harder and harder. She wiggled underneath me trying to buck my hand off her clit. The rubbing intensified as I jammed my fingers into her, she came again.

I could still see her head bobbing back and forth slightly, and I figured that she was lapping at Elliott's wet clit, trying to make her cûm. To my surprise, Elliott reached over to me with her free hand. She brushed her fingers around my cock, which I hadn't realized was beginning to stiffen again. "Keep doing that," Elliott said, her vision now turned squarely to me. "Rub my clit too." Her hand wrapped fully around my cock and she slowly stroked it. Her soft touch and subtle squeeze were incredible, and I continued to fast getting an erection. Caroline's mouth remained buried in Elliott's pussy, while her other hand had moved to her clit, her fingers pressing down and rubbing the erect nub