Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

He repeated the motion for about four times before suddenly thrusting the finger into me. My eyes widened as the sharp sensation hit me, sending signals all over my body and before my body could even process that sensation properly, his finger was fucking me. I... I was being fingered! I was getting my pussy fingered by Grayson Draxton and oh fuck, did daddy fingering me feel so fucking... Naughty and good. I was close. And that was when we heard it, a car driving in. My eyes widened. Luxuria was back. I immediately made an attempt to get off but Grayson's grip only got tighter on me.

His fingers parted the swollen lips, finding her clit, a sensitive, aching pearl. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, his thumb rubbing with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Her hips began to buck instinctively, grinding against his palm, desperate for more. She whimpered, a continuous stream of needy sounds. His fingers slipped inside her, one, then two, stretching her, filling her. The sensation was agonizingly exquisite. He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her tight entrance, as his thumb continued to relentlessly tease her clit.

She pressed against my hand, the air thick with steam and her moans. “Clean inside too,” she begged, voice breaking. “Finger me deep, make sure momma's ready for more.” I thrust three fingers in without warning, pumping fast while my thumb played with her clit. The water made everything slicker, louder, the wet sounds echoing off the tiles as I finger-fucked her quickly. “You’re mine tonight,” I looked up at her, water dripping from my lashes. “This pussy, this body is mine to use. Say it.” “Yours,” she cried, hips whining down on my hand. “All yours…ahhh..oh yeeaahh…fuck me with those fingers baby make me come….”

“Feel my fingers fucking both your greedy little holes? Your pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down to your ass, making it nice and slick for me. You like being stuffed full like this, don’t you? My dirty little waitress getting her cunt and tight virgin ass played with by a dangerous mafia boss.” “Yes—god, yes—” I cried out, hips rolling shamelessly against his hand now. The pressure was building again, faster and hotter than before. Every thrust of his fingers sent white-hot sparks racing through my entire body. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering both my holes filled the luxurious bedroom — slick, filthy, rhythmic squelching that made my cheeks burn with shame and arousal.

I wondered if I made the right wish or not. Honestly, my heart heart like a thousand and one pieces of nails were inserted into it . I was on the verge of crying . After class I waited , i felt the need to talk to Richmond now Franklin however as soon as I held his hand in an attempt to speak to him he pulled my hand off as though it was infected and left . I sat on the floor and wept , of what use was it to gain the whole world and lose one’s soul . I lost him, For the first time I honestly believed I lost him and there was no way he would ever forgive me . I lost to my own game , and the feeling , the taste was so bitter.

Anderson realized he had been quite stupid. One of the clauses stated that Suit had the right to take one thing from Anderson every time he lost in the story. Anderson had found that statement a little baffling but had not paid it any mind. It was not that he did not find it important, but Anderson assumed what Suit would take would be something physical from him. An eye, a finger or two. It was not that he was not afraid, but more like he was prepared for it.

I just wanted more…more than what his fingers could give me. My legs trembled and tingles ran amok as my juices lathered his fingers, soaking into my underwear. With one arm holding me upright, his fingers slowly began to retreat from my hole, and on instinct, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. He looked at me, his darkened eyes staring into my own. Our desires were clear as day, but he was the only one who was hesitating. I slid my hand down his own, fingers drifting between his and dipping into my dripping hole. I pushed a finger in, moaning as the heat engulfed it.

The pressure mounting, making the feel of his fingers fucking me feel so good. He entered two fingers, softly at first, then faster and faster. I trusted up and down against his fingers, my juices pouring down, wetting his trousers. I gave in to the feel of him finger fucking me. "If you fuck so good with your fingers, I can only imagine how good you'll feel once you're in me, baby," I whispered through each thrust. "Oh, Addy. You'll be telling my name out soon at the top of your lungs baby. You like that, Addy?" He whispered as he trusted his .fngers rougher, and faster making me want to come.

Showering, I often find myself fingering myself. Letting the hot, warm water spill across my body as I lean back in against the wall. one hand caressing between my large tits while I fondle them like my nightly paramour would. my fingers stroking down across the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy as I stroke across the sensitive tip of my clit, rubbing down across its hood to dip my wet fingers into myself as I feel myself getting closer and tighter to orgasm.

“Take my fingers like a good girl. Imagine if the guys over there knew I was fingering the cute cleaner behind the towels right now.” The dirty talk made me even wetter. I could hear the faint sounds of weights clinking and guys talking in the background, which only made the situation more thrilling and risky. Jax’s fingers pumped faster, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in firm circles. “You’re dripping down my hand, Lila,” he murmured hotly in my ear. “Such a naughty girl getting fingered at work. Does it feel good? Tell me.” I could barely speak. “Y-yes… it feels so good,” I whispered, my voice breaking.