Give Me Your Hand Film Novels & Stories

My body is responding to being filmed the way it responds to being touched, like every nerve ending knows it's being watched and wants to put on the show of its life. I reach between my legs and drag two fingers through the cum dripping from me. His cum. It’s warm against my fingertips. I scoop it with my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean while staring into the lens. The taste of him and me mixed together coats my tongue and the moan I make around my own fingers is real. "Shit," he breathes behind the phone. "Eating my cum off your fingers for the camera. Filthy whore." I scoop more from between my thighs and push my fingers into my mouth, gagging on them, spit pooling at t

I want to sue someone! A large hand held his lower abdomen. Ritian was frightened. He flailed miserably. The hand exuded a light strength, the intent to freeze him in place is distinct. His energy was spent on the robe earlier and being soaked in the water for an unknown length of time, his non-existent muscles couldn't hold on much longer. He tried to remove the stranger's palm on his bare stomach. The hand was long and wide. A few times bigger than his hand although the fingers were slightly crooked. The callous tickled his skin whenever it slides to move a little.

Three fingers stretching me wide. “Gonna film this soon,” he said, voice rough. “Show you how fucking pretty you look getting destroyed.” The words made me come again around his fingers. I squirted a little, soaking his hand and the sheets. He groaned and pulled his cock from my mouth. “Turn over. Face down, ass up high.”

"Officer, don't listen to that woman's lies. That man was so strong back in the elevator!" She gestured wildly, sobbing as she described the details, "His palms were so rough. His fingers were full of calluses. It hurt so much when the calluses scratched my thighs... and his left hand was especially strong. When it grabbed the back of my neck, I felt like my bones were gonna break! "I fought back desperately and managed to scratch the back of his hand. There must be my fingernail marks on the back of his right hand! That's the proof!"

I sucked in a breath, my hands fisting in the cold sheets as I arched my back a little. “Killian,” I whimpered as he thrust in and out, tantalizingly slow. I wrapped my legs around his waist. One hand gripped the underside of my thigh to hold it there. “Say my name, baby,” the Hand of Death growled. “Say my name, mia cara. Look at me.” I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the throes of bliss. My voice rasped in my chest. “Killian. Killian…”

I looked down at his hand resting on the armrest, and my fingers twitched, wanting to touch him. I stole another glance and saw that his focus was on the movie. I looked at his hand and placed my hand on the armrest next to his. I held my breath as I looked at the screen, waiting to see if he would move his hand. After a few moments passed, and he did not acknowledge that my hand was so close to his, I stole another glance and was relieved that he was still looking at the screen.

Then it came with a jump scare, and I gasped, my hand leaving the armrest, clenching hard onto thick, hard muscles I hadn't even put my mind to as I was too caught up in the movie. I suddenly came back to this world when I felt a hand on my thighs, fingers moving in light touches until they got to my mid-thigh. “Stop it. What are you doing?" I turned to Callum, who looked at me with a burning sensation in his gaze. “You started it," he stared down at my hand, which was still clenching on his thigh, and I intended to pull my hand away when he held my wrist back, bringing my hand to cover his hard-on.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the golden sunlight crept inch by inch. Xander turned up late, slightly sweaty and out of breath. He shoved a small, delicate box into my hands. "Cynthia, please listen to me. I was stupid. I read online that you should first upset your girlfriend and then surprise her to make it more impactful. You get it, right? Look, this is my birthday present for you!" He smiled ingratiatingly and raised his hand to show me. "See? It's a pair of matching rings. I've been preparing this for so long!"

“You won’t know until you see the content, will you?” Seeing her point, Dominic finally accepted the handout from her. “You are to abide by them.” She said arrogantly as he opened the document and began to take in the content. She had prepared it presentably by having it typed formally. He regarded her expectant look on his face for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the content of the document. He could see that it contained about five bulleted rules. He let his eyes go through them. There must be no physical contact with each other when we are alone except for when we are around other people. In a nutshell, there must be NO BODY CONTACT.

His hands were big, strong, and rough. My hand felt so small in his. Big rough hands were a turn-on for me. It felt good, so I gave his hand a little squeeze. He held my hand the rest of the movie, sometimes rubbing his thumb over mine. It felt nice. The movie ended and we left the theater. We walked a little in the outdoor mall, looking in the closed shop windows. He held my hand as we walked.