Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Novels & Stories

With trembling fingers, she slipped her hand inside and felt the warmth of his hard dick against her fingertips. Alisha instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Alice grabbed her wrist, refusing to let her go. "Wrap your fingers around it, Angel," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. Alisha's heart raced as she hesitated, feeling the weight of his command. She knew she had little choice but to comply, trapped in this uncomfortable situation of her own making. With trembling hands, she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her touch sending a surge of electricity through both of them. She could feel his pulse quicken beneath her touch, a silent testament to the inte

I was on all fours, the grass crushing beneath me. Without a second’s delay, he leaned over me from behind. His one hand firmly wrapped around my hip, making me acutely aware of his erection pressing into me. “Let go!” I grunted, my heart thundering in my chest. “Ah!” His other hand splayed my fingers against the cold surface of the grave. His palm slowly trailed over the back of my hand. A sharp inhale hissed through my clenched teeth as his fingers brushed over my swollen ring finger, a flicker of pain shooting beneath his touch. I winced as his fingers threaded through mine, his grip firm and possessive.

Absolutely no man in my entire life has ever made my pussy feel this way… His fingers kept moving, fucking, thrusting and rolling whole juice splashed out in ways it had never done before. “Oh…”I cried again, and he brushed his thumb against my jaw then said. “Your pussy…” He dragged the word out not even remorseful about how they rolled out of his lips. “It seems to be hugging my fingers like a possessive lover. So, tell me….” He winked, leaning in and brushing the bridge of his nose against my cheeks. “Do they wrap tightly around his fingers like this? Or am I this special?”

Something I wish wouldn't be happening so often. "The way you swore you would never do that. I can still remember me telling you I'll have you wrapped around my fingers..." Having him say he will have me wrapped which in his own words means he already has me wrapped makes me feel so little of myself. "I will make you beg." He's inching closer to me, if that's even possible as his hands runs across my arm, rubbing it down and then up again before both his hands rests on my shoulder. "Make you beg for my lips against yours. "

“Good. Keep hating me, Ayla. I’ll have to fuck the hate out of you.” Two thick fingers slid through my already slick folds, teasing my entrance before pushing inside me without warning. I gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, my walls clenching around the intrusion. His fingers were big— long and rough— curling expertly against that sensitive spot deep inside while his thumb circled my swollen clit with ruthless precision. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, pumping slowly, watching my face like he owned every reaction. “This greedy little pussy is dripping for me, the enemy. How does it feel, hating me while you soak my hand?”

"Is that how you've seen it? You focus on the trivial matters you lose sight of the main goal. I chose Toby because you can't even make me choose you. How hard is that?" "You and your crappy worldplay. Why can't you just admit it to yourself that you're one selfish prick? I served you like a dog, obey your orders even if it's against my will. Dirtied my hands so you can have your so called power. In the end you are not chosen by the one you chose and that's a hard blow on your ego."

"Lock them in the basement. Throw them in with those wolfdogs that haven't eaten for three days." Then, a pair of strong arms caught me, and my father's shout echoed from very far away. "Isa! Doctor! Get a doctor in here now!" ... I woke to the sting of antiseptic. The first thing I saw was my father's face above me, drawn tight with worry. My right hand was wrapped in thick bandages. A dull pain throbbed through each finger. "Your fingers are saved," my father said, brushing the hair away from my forehead, "but they'll need time to heal."

I know not long he'll break my brittle walls down. Never enough, gimme your touch Don't want to waste time You lift me up, give me that rush Tell me it's all mine I'll give up everything to be right where you are I'll follow you from here like you're the northern star And I tried to let you go but you resist and pull me back And I tried to be alone but you persist I've met my match

-Nonsense, you say, he says getting closer to me again. -Tell me, when I touch you like this, he says running his finger over my lips. Wouldn't you rather it be my lips instead of this finger? Or... he pauses while tracing small circles above the V-neck of my blouse. Wouldn't you rather it be my tongue instead of this finger? -Leave me alone, I shout recoiling as if burned.

I am enthralled To be at a much higher Role As your role As you roll Life makes you fit For life's every role You hit the goal You hit the goal *****