Fingering Novels & Stories

Two thick fingers plunged inside her without warning, curling brutally against her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit. Lila cried out, hips bucking wildly. “Victor—fuck—please, I’m so close—” He pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her. “That’s right. Soak my hand like the desperate whore you are. This cunt belongs to me now.” She was right there, teetering on the edge, body trembling— He stopped. Pulled his fingers out completely and sucked them clean with a filthy groan. “Not tonight, princess. You don’t get to cum until I’ve buried my cock balls-deep in this pussy and claimed it properly.”

All she needed right now was an intense fingering to his voice. "Where are your fingers?" He asked in a deep raspy voice, could she hear the precum effect as she could now hear his fingers slide over his dick cap more rapidly creating a click sound that matched the rhythm of her fingers in her pussy. "In my pu...ssy" Alice arched as she started feeling shooting pleasure hitting her body at intervals and she continued to rub her clit, only more vigorously while she thrust her lower body against her fingers, she stifled a moan as he groaned in her ear aggressively like an animal.

His palm begins to circle, not moving position, but increasing and decreasing the force of where I feel him. Two fingers begin to rub from both sides slowly stroking my opening, but not entering. I buck against him in an attempt at silent communication to urge him forward. His movements increase, and I inch closer to release, but I need more to get there. The drive to finish is all I can think about as shivers of pleasure course through my body. Finally Finn's fingers move inside me and he begins to rub me in the right area in quick flicks. His palm glances against my clit in rhythm with his fingers. The sensation is exactly what I need. My body begins to hum and thrash under him.

My fingers curl and pump relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over until her thighs start shaking. She grinds down against my hand, chasing the pressure as her swollen pussy clenches and flutters around my fingers with every thrust. The wet sounds of me finger-fucking her fill the small space between us. Soon my thumb finds her clit, circling it gently as my fingers continue their steady rhythm inside her before she finally cums hard, spilling her juices over my knuckles. I keep my hands steady on her waist, holding her close and bring my free hand up to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to give them the satisfaction of a response. The fingers return, pressing against me with maddening precision. The rhythm is slow, deliberate, every motion engineered to push me closer and closer. I grit my teeth, feeling the tension coiling low in my stomach, knowing that it’ll be for nothing—that they’ll leave me hanging just when I’m on the edge. And sure enough, as my breath hitches and my body tenses, the fingers vanish, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.

Still kissing him uncontrollably, I take a deep breath through my nose and whimper into his mouth when he start fingering me in earnest, his thumb firmly pressing on my clit. I move my hips as much as I can, his hand driving me out of my mind. My body burning and tingling at the same time, I tear my mouth away from his and bite on my lip to hold in an embarrassingly long and loud moan. My hand tighten around his cock. I can hear all the noises of him fingering me is making, and it is only getting me more work up. “You’re dripping all over my hand again,” he murmur, and I am

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 fe

My hands fell from my mouth before I caught myself and pressed them back, a muffled sound tearing through my throat that I barely contained it. The stretch across my rim was at the absolute limit of what I could hold without crying and Tavian worked all three fingers in tandem without reducing the pace. “That’s just three fingers, Little Wolf.” His voice was completely steady. “Tip of the iceberg.” He finger-fucked me with all three until my vision had softened at the edges and my legs were shaking and I couldn’t track time anymore. Then he pulled back to one. His middle finger only, buried deep, curling on each stroke, rubbing a specific spot that made my cock pulse against the wall in fron

" And I do. With my eyes closed and his voice in my ears, the dissociation blurs and my fingers become his fingers and the distance collapses. “Faster now. Both hands. Clit and inside. The way I do it when I’m trying to make you cum fast before your alarm goes off.” I speed up. Both hands working – fingers pumping my pussy, thumb grinding my clit. His voice in my ears, the compressed digital audio somehow more intimate than being in the same room because I’m hearing him without seeing him and the voice alone is enough. “Right hand stays on your throat. Left hand does everything. Squeeze your throat when you cum. The way I squeeze.”