Fingering Erotica Novels & Stories

I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her cry out loudly, her head falling back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her hands gripping the edges of the desk as she rode my fingers. "This is wrong, this is so fucking wrong." Her hips moved in circular motions, grinding against my palm. "Nathaniel, stop, take your fingers outㅡ” "Not happening, Miss Ariel," I growled, adding another finger inside her tight pussy without warning. Her walls clenched around me tightly, making me groan deeply. My dick was rock hard against my pants, leaking pre-cum at the sight of her losing control over my fingers.

My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked

His eyes flickered with arousal. "Damn... wet," He huskily whispered and bent down to twitch her nipples over the thin bra layer. Unhooking it recklessly, he took her nipple into his mouth and gave them a slow and gentle suck while the other hand softly pumped a finger inside her sex. Slowly, his finger moved inside her panty, and then impatiently, he tore the last piece of her body. He inserted two fingers inside her vagina, and the soft movements turned rough and deep. "Ohh... God," Elaina's back arched off the bed as she began to feel the erotica.

He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit. I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."

Her free hand dipped between us, two fingers slamming into my pussy from below, curling up to hit that spot deep, pumping brutal as I rode. I shattered instantly, screaming her name— “Elena! Cumming... your fingers in my squirting pussy!”—juices flooding her hand and thigh, body convulsing wildly on her lap. She kept fingering me through it all, her thick fingers pumping deep into my spasming pussy without mercy, curling hard against that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes, while her mouth sucked my nipple rawly, teeth scraping the tender peak, her tongue lashing it wet and relentless until it throbbed swollen and hypersensitive under her lips.

I groaned, watching her fingers play with her soft flesh. I spat on my fingers and reached down, rubbing her clit in messy circles. I shoved two fingers back inside her pussy beside my cock. “Ah-oh my God-” I was fucking her with my cock and my fingers at the same time, the wet sounds driving me insane. Her moans were so loud I leaned down and crashed my mouth over hers. Our kiss turned erotic her tongue tangling mine. I pulled out my cock and slipped my fingers out, both dripping with her juices. I licked my fingers clean, then brought them back down to her clit.

My inner walls flutter around his fingers, gripping them as I rock desperately. He senses it. His grip tightens, holding me firmly in place as he fucks me with his fingers — deeper, faster, thumb pressing harder on my clit. “Come for me,” he growls against my ear. “Be a good girl and come on my fingers.” The words send me over. I come hard, thighs shaking violently, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me. Stars burst behind my eyelids. A broken moan tears from my throat, muffled against his neck. He doesn’t stop — keeps stroking me through every spasm, drawing it out until I’m trembling and oversensitive, gasping for breath.

She reached down, fingers finding Teresa's pussy again, mirroring the thrusts—two fingers pumping in sync, their joined moans filling the room. The couch creaked under them, leather sticking to sweat-damp skin. Lena's free hand tangled in Teresa's hair, pulling her into a messy kiss, tongues tangling as their fingers worked faster. "I'm close—don't stop," Lena growled against her lips, hips snapping forward. Teresa felt her own climax building again, the mutual fingering pushing them toward the edge together.

His cock springs up, and I look at it, suddenly apprehensive at the sight of his daunting member. I moan, shifting on the bed as I imagine his cock pushing into me, claiming me. I stand to meet him, my pussy dripping at the thought again. My hands go around his shoulders and he grabs hold of my ass again, two fingers sliding into my pussy. I moan, feeling myself coat his fingers, drip down my legs. He pulls his fingers out, maintaining eye contact, and I sigh. Sad to lose his fingers and expectant of his pulsing member at the same time.

Their tongues dueled, each trying to possess the other. Eros glided slick fingers into her ass. One at first. He worked it in and out, getting more of the warm liquid into her hole. Then he added a second. Burning from the way he scissored his fingers stopped once, what she assumed was lube, heated, taking away some of the edge from the third finger. He pushed in and out, spreading the fingers open and then pulling them out. “Yes,” Eros said. “Push into my hand.”