Fingering Novels & Stories

I could hear myself making these tiny, broken sounds I couldn't control, muffled against my palm. He added a finger—thick, sliding in easily because I was so wet—curled it, dragged it out, pushed back in with two. I bit my hand to keep myself from crying out. He crooked them just right and I saw stars, my hips grinding down on his face. He didn't rush. Took his time. Licking, sucking, fingering me open like he was memorizing every reaction, every time I tensed, every time my thighs twitched.

that was my favorite thong, but all I can focus on is the way his calloused fingertips drag through my folds, spreading my own wetness up to my asshole before circling back to my entrance. “You’re gonna walk with my fingers inside you,” he orders, pressing two thick digits into me without warning. I choke on a moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he curls them, finding that spot that makes my knees weak. “And if you clamp down on me, I’ll add a third. Understand?” I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he starts to move, his fingers pistoning in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes. The hallway stretches forever, every step a battle between staying upright and meltin

The air between us was charged with tension and heat, and I found myself fidgeting, my heart beating faster and faster with every passing second. My eyes followed his every moment but now they were only fixed on his fingers as they moved deftly over the cooking ingredients. I watched as he expertly chopped and stirred, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each movement. The heat of the stove added to the heat in the room, and I could feel myself becoming more and more flustered as I watched him work. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and confident, and I found myself imagining his fingers touching me, moving across my skin with the same practised and gentle care he was using to co

Then I began moving up and down, sucking and licking as he fisted my hair and guided my mouth where he wanted it. “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he said, “make sure not to use your teeth and open your throat.” I tried to take him deeper, but he placed his hands on my cheeks as he looked into my eyes. “Open your throat and fist your thumb in your left hand. For some reason, it helps.”

He was staring into my eyes when he sucks his fingers in his mouth. "Oh, God! Yes. I screamed out. He stuck his fingers inside me. He is fingering me and licking my clit in his mouth. In and out, in and out! Damn him. I want him now. He has been teasing me. He's not going fast either. He has been pleasuring me slow and easy. I want fast and harder, just a little bit. I am moving around trying to get him to go faster. But he's holding me down now with his other hand. I groaned out, and I am biting my lip, and my eyes rolled back into my head.