I Love Being Fingered Novels & Stories

Their fingers brushed in the exchange, and her touch lingered like a spark waiting to catch flame. “You look rested,” she added, her gaze holding his, daring him not to look away. Nickey swallowed, his throat dry though the tea steamed in his hand. “Thanks to you,” he replied, his tone lower than he intended, threaded with something unspoken. He stepped closer, caught in her scent of jasmine and honey. For a moment, the kitchen shrank to just the two of them. The silence between them was not empty—it was charged, alive with the weight of unsaid words, unspent desire.

So, I shortly glanced at the diamond ring on my ring finger. Its brilliance was still the same in my eyes when he proposed to me last night. I eagerly lifted my hand into the air to get a better view. And while glancing at the diamond, I could not stop the corner of my lips from smiling. Sooner or later, my name will be carrying his name. "Mrs. Elaine Fisher Frost." I softly uttered, my excitement was written all over my face. Similar to Maureen, I can be as powerful as her once Ghino and I are bound by marriage.

His fingers move inside of me as he kisses and bites my neck. I pant feeling my body climb. He starts to move his fingers inside of me in a slow torturous rhythm. I open my legs wider giving him better access to my pussy. He moves his fingers in and out slowly, I clench my pussy on the inside greedily. I love his fingers inside of me as much as I love his cock inside of me. I come softly with his fingers still moving inside of me. He looks at me as I come down from my high. He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean.

"You just came again, didn't you? All over your fingers while drowning in my pussy. Fuck, that's hot." "Yeah," I panted, my chest heaving with my body still buzzing from the aftershocks. I can not believe I just did that—fingered myself in front of her, came so hard from eating her out. But it felt right, natural, like I have been missing this my whole life. "You taste amazing. Made me so wet I had to."

"Fuck, Zane. You're gripping my fingers so tight, baby. So wet inside. So fucking perfect." His free hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there, his thumb pressing against my pulse point as if measuring how fast my heart raced for him. The possessive gesture made something warm and primal unfurl in my chest. "You love this, don't you? Love being fingered like a little slut in heat."

I want her to have all kinds of happiness in the world. I love her so much it feels like my heart is not big enough to hold all the affection. One finger turned two and Ivy was repeating my name like a mantra while I thrusted inside her, curling my fingers to hit the spot that made her body shudder. It didn't take long for her orgasm to hit her in full force, making her toes curl upwards while my name was uttered again with a gasp.

Then my hand slid lower, one finger making circled movement on her clit. Two of my thick fingers were thrust into her, and she gasped, hips jerking forward. “Oh, fuck…” “You like that, don't you?” I growled, pumping slow and deep, curling just right. “Y-yes!” “Say it.” “I love it! I love it when you fuck me with your fingers!” “Good girl.” I added a third finger. She screamed. “Louder,” I said, biting her left breast hard enough to leave a mark as I inserted a fourth finger inside her pussy. “Let the whole damn building hear you.”

He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit. I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."

“My finger in your pussy, does it turn you on?” “Yes,” I moaned, watching in the mirror as his hand moved inside my leggings. “It’s so wrong… but I love it. Finger me harder, Liam. I need it.” He added the other two fingers at once, stretching me as his thumb circled my clit. The cold air on my exposed shaven pussy contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his touch. I reached behind me, fumbling with his pants until I freed his thick, throbbing cock. It was rock hard and hot in my palm.

My middle and ring fingers, the pinky and index to the sides while the thumb rubs her clit occasionally, if not my palm. "Do you like this?" I pumped my hand on her as I curled my fingers inside her core. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck!" Lisa's restrained groans have turned her voice husky as she spread her legs wider. But as soon as I felt her walls starting to pulse and clench my fingers in her, my hand's speed turned frenetic as if chasing for something so precious.