Mystery Of Love Mr Fingers Novels & Stories

You'll be the villain for eternity! I managed a weak, bloody smile. With my last bit of strength, I reached for the inside pocket of Lachlan’s suit jacket. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused. My fingers brushed against a familiar metal flask. The one I’d given him. A small, elegant flask engraved with our initials. But it wasn't liquor now. It was the fourth dose. Richard had pressed it into my hand just before he died. "If the truth is ever buried," he'd told me, "drink this."

he whispered against my ear. His fingers began flicking in an upward, hooked motion, thrusting inside me with a wicked, twisted movement that grazed my sensitive walls and drove me completely crazy. I was utterly done for. “Here?” He gave a sharp thrust. “You love it?” Another thrust and a harsh twist. “Mmm, fuck,” I whimpered against his palms. “Say it. Tell me you love my fingers,” he demanded, delivering another thrust that landed much harder, faster, and deeper.

Her eyes were blazing. “Yes! Harder… please, I’m so close already.” She added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. Her thumb circled my clit in perfect rhythm. I was losing control, hips bucking wildly against her hand. “Clara… I’m going to cum,” I cried. “Not yet,” she teased, slowing down. “Tell me how much you love my fingers fucking your pretty pussy.” “I love it,” I sobbed. “I love your fingers inside me. I’ve never felt anything this good. Please let me cum for you.”

My middle and ring finger dragged along her slick folds, pressing her clit between both fingers before thrusting the fingers into her warm cunt. I, myself swallowed hard as her pussy took me in. "Mmph." She moaned as I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her. "What's that babe?" Marcus asked without taking his eyes off the screen. "Urggh..." I didn't pull out and I didn't stop thrusting my fingers into her either. "It's just the scene. Emotion." Marcus didn't even seem to hear what she said or he heard and just didn't respond. My fingers curled inside of her as I was about to pull out, dragging along the front wall.

His free hand came up, thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Open.” I did. He slid his thumb inside my mouth. I sucked it without thinking, tasting salt and skin. “That’s it. Suck while I finger-fuck you. Imagine it’s my cock.” My moans were muffled around his thumb. His fingers moved faster inside me, thrusting deep, curling, while his thumb rubbed my clit in tight circles. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet hallway. I was dripping down his hand, thighs trembling. “Come for me, Mia,” he said right against my ear, voice rough. “Come on Daddy’s fingers before your boyfriend comes looking.”

He was a stranger, I didn't know anything about him except his first name and the fact that his fingers felt absolutely incredible inside me. "Quiet now," he warned, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with expert pressure. "We don't want the conductor to hear you and come investigate what's happening back here." I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning loudly as he fucked me with his fingers, pumping in and out with a rhythm that had me climbing toward orgasm embarrassingly quickly. The train rattled along the tracks, the noise covering the wet sounds of his fingers working my pussy, and I prayed we wouldn't stop at a station before he made me come.

He sucked two fingers into his mouth staring into her eyes as he did so. “Talk to me,sweetheart…tell me what you want.”He growled softly rubbing tantalizing circles over her clit. “You fingers…please…your fingers.”She begged. Lorenzo’s eyes clouded with desire for her as he plunged two fingers into her slick feminine folds. Giving her little time to adjust before pumping them in and out of her. She moaned loudly unable to keep to one position on the bed. “Do you like that,my darling wife,do you like my fingers buried in your sweet pussy?”

His fingers fuck me against the kitchen counter and his thumb grinds my clit in circles. The orgasm builds so fast it scares me because I haven’t cum from someone else’s hand in so long that my body forgot what it felt like and now it’s remembering all at once. I cum on his fingers biting into my palm so hard I taste blood. My pussy clamps down on him and my knees give out. He catches me with his free arm around my waist and keeps his fingers inside me through every wave while I tremble against the counter. He pulls his fingers out. They’re glistening. He puts them in his mouth and sucks them clean and his eyes close for a second like the taste of me is something he’s been imagining.

My scream that was on the verge of getting out when he began pummeling his fingers in and out of my warm hole got suppressed by his hunger-filled kisses. I slipped my hands around his neck, holding onto him for dear life while he pushed me to the edge with each of the thrusts of his fingers, and each time his tongue duelled with mine. I'd never felt myself getting closer to an orgasm this fast, but Jacob indeed did magic on me...or to be specific his skilful fingers that were hitting the places I didn't know existed inside of me. "Is this what you imagined when you used to touch yourself, Evelyn? Is that the scenario you made up in your mind?" He asked, his breathing falling hot and heavy on

Moon slipped his fingers in, only to remove it completely. He shoved it in once more, this time, he added another finger to the three he used. “I love the way you squirm under me, Ray." Moon steadied his thrusts, and slowly entered his fingers into my vagina. A shudder racked through my body when his fingers hit a particular spot. “Fuck," I gritted my teeth, curled my toes and arched my back. Moon slipped his fingers completely off my pussy, and placed both hands on either of my thighs, to keep them open.