Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

“Ohhh……” “Fuck …..” I muttered,my eyes rolling back as my grip on his throat slackened a bit. His fingers moved in and out, quickly, chasing my climax but just as I was about to explode,his cock replaced his fingers, pushing me to an inevitable and shattering climax.

As the other fingers held the passage open, his middle finger moved over it, up and down teasingly. Her grip trembled at his thighs as they tightened their hold; her mouth fell open without a sound; breath stuck in her chest as she bowed over with each pass of his finger. With each complete circle his hand made, his index and middle finger tightened around their hostage. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her breast as he pushed her back upright against him. She panted as he pulled as he pushed, forcing her to the very tip of her toes, his hold supporting her trembling jelly legs. On their own accord, her hips danced, her pelvis pushing back and forth seeking more friction as she rode

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 whined, as he thrust in another finger, moving at a very fast pace as he thrust in and out of my pussy. "Tell me what you imagined," he ordered. His fingers were starting to hit my G-spot and I was already at the edge. "I— I imagined you rubbing my thighs until your found your way between my legs," I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, as he finger fucked me. "And then what?" He asked. "I imagined you making me cum with your mere fingers," I confessed, and he began to fasten his pace. I closed my eyes from the pleasure and arch my back, granting him more access, as I cum all over his hands.

I fingered her leisurely, building my need, my kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of her mouth. I couldn’t breathe for pleasure, her entire body quivered as I cupped her in my hand and my long middle finger slid lazily into her. My palm rubbed against her clit, my fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. My other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, restraining her.

I moaned louder again when his fingers began moving faster inside of me. Bradon began thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole the way that I wanted him to. His fingers screwing their way into me felt so fulfilling and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving backwards against his hand. My pussy ate up and sucked on his fingers as if it couldn’t get enough of him. Bradon thrusted his fingers faster in and out of me while lewd wet squelching sounds echoed from between my legs. “You should be more than ready for my cock now,” he stated factually.

His fingers moved in and out at a fast pace and I could hear how wet I was, making it easy for a third finger to slip in easily. But then, he separated his fingers inside me and a loud moan escaped my lips. “Daddy…” “Can you take another finger?” I shook my head immediately. Three was enough. While I liked his fingers inside me, the only thing I wanted right now was what was in between his legs. I wanted him to fuck me till my legs gave out. He curled his fingers inside me, hitting my g spot at once. I could not believe it. I'd read about it in books but I didn’t think it was possible. “Speak up, slut.”

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

“You like when Daddy fucks this tight little pussy with his fingers while the water runs over you? Tell me how it feels.” “It feels so good,” I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand. “Your fingers feel so deep… please don’t stop.” He groaned and leaned in to bite gently at my neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin while his fingers kept working me. He thrust them harder, faster, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit with every movement. “Such a good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against my wet skin. “Taking my fingers so well. I can feel you squeezing me so tight. You’re gonna come for me like this, aren’t you? Right here against the wall with my fingers buried in

“It’s a finger.” Dark murmurs greeted both the grisly sight and Wolf’s words. Nobody was all that freaked out by a ripped-off, bloody and jagged finger sitting in a box, if truth be told. Hell, they’d all seen and done far worse things in terms of mutilation to a human body. The former Enforcers – Ice, Cain, and the Keeler twins, Dux and Drake – had barely blinked at the finger, naturally, but even the boys who’d rarely been sent out to take out rivals and enemies weren’t squeamish. No… this wasn’t about the rather mild (for an ex-one-percenter MC) gore factor. What had the blood running cold in their veins was that it was a middle finger. Worse, a woman’s middle finger.