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.

Her low grunts melted into soft moans. “Fuck, Devin,” Her right hand grabbed her right nipple while her left hand went down to her clit, rubbing in circles as Devin slowly grinded into her. Devin noticed she became slicker after doing that to herself. He grunted and pinned both her hands above her head. "Allow me to work on your body myself, baby girl.“

His hands were shaking and his veins had become so visible that they sent jolts of electricity to my stomach. How long are we going to be stuck here for? “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ivan yelled, hitting and kicking the elevator wall, he couldn’t take it anymore and he’s starting to break down but putting up a front. Without thinking and knowing that I might regret what I was about to do, I took his hand in mine and he squeezed it so hard that I had to rethink the decision I’d just made. His palm was sweaty and still shivering but I could see him starting to relax when I started rubbing the back of his hand. His breathing went back to normal and I tilted my head to look at him.

Sitting heavy upon the thick length with her center, she softly rubbed his chest with both hands. Rubbing the man's chest from above with oil-slick hands, and grinding the man's rigid shaft from below with her wet core—it was truly the rhythm of a completely corrupted fallen woman.

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.