Plese Touch Me Novels & Stories

“Beg for us proper, mo ghràdh.” I broke. “Please, please touch me, God, I need ye, both of ye.” That was all they needed. Callum’s fingers slid under the lace, finding my clit and circling just right, while Keiran claimed my mouth with a kiss so sweet it was almost cruel compared to the roughness at my core.

On the day we inked our deal, Lilian grinned at me and said, "Thinking back to that beatdown, it's got to be the most mortifying moment of my life." I set my pen down, the memory of being pinned to the ground flashing back, and I could not help but chuckle. "But you know, it taught me something. Next time, I'll go full throttle. No more playing the saint." Lilian hooked her arm in mine, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's go celebrate! I've got a bottle of 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild in my wine cellar!" As the neon lights danced in the night, I gazed out the window, and it hit me.

She swallowed and barely pushed out: - Yes. - Are you touching me? - waiting for me, according to the nod, continued in a whisper, from which everything cramped inside: - I think it will be fair if I can touch you, don't you think? - noticing how I froze, said: - Let me touch you, baby. I want this like crazy. Let me touch you.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

Dripping with need. Still, I don’t go there. Not yet. I massage around. Slow and deep. I move to her chest. Cup each breast. Knead slowly. Then harder. She moans. – Please… touch my nipples. That please hits differently coming from her. – I didn’t hear you well, madam. – Please. Massage my nipples. – I don’t think they need it. – They do… they itch. Please. You’ll be rewarded. I take her nipples. Roll them between my fingers. She gasps. Arches. Moans louder.

'I perhaps, you are scared it will change into a monster and all your dreams will be crushed? She looked away; she didn't like it when he could read her. 'Thanks William, not just in the mood.' He shrugged. 'Mom, please.' Katie added. Pearl put more effort to stand and move towards them, in order to prove to him, she wasn't afraid or in the mood, she touch the horse and her heart melted for it, it was soft and warm beneath her skin, it was like she felt the whole energy in its body with just one touch.

"All you have to do is say yes and I'll take good care of you, I'll make you the envy of every girl here, you will be worshipped like a queen that you are. "Rebecca will have no power over you anymore." "You do know no one is allowed to use mobile phones right? I will give you back yours and no one will do anything about it." His hands slowly crept up to her waist. Kimberly suddenly coughed out wearily and moved away from him a bit. "Sir...I... Uhm.." She was totally short of words. "It's okay, I understand you are probably too shocked right now, so I'm gonna let you think about it, take your time but don't take too long," he said the only thing that Kim wished to hear that moment.

“Tell me what you want, Piper. Use your words.” I squirmed under his touch, the combination of liquor and his dominant presence making me bold yet pliant. “I want to be touched,” I whispered, my nipples tightening against the thin fabric of my dress. His fingers continued their teasing ascent, stopping just short of where I needed him. A small whimper escaped me. “Please, Lucian… touch me more.”

Pleasure sparked low in my belly, but it stayed just out of reach, building without breaking. “Please,” I whispered, voice shaky and needy. He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening further. “Please what?” I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but I didn’t look away. “Please… touch me properly. Don’t tease.” A low rumble vibrated in his chest—almost a growl. His fingers stilled for a heartbeat, then pressed firmer. He slid two fingers along my folds, gathering the wetness there, before circling my clit again with slow, deliberate pressure. The friction was perfect now—firm but careful, exactly what I needed.

My body trembled as the pleasure built fast and strong inside me. “Marcus,” I moaned quietly against his mouth. “I am so close. Do not stop.” He rubbed my clit with his thumb while his fingers kept moving inside me. “Come for me, Clara. Let me feel it. Give it to me.” My orgasm hit hard and sudden. I shook against him. My pussy clenched around his fingers. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cry. Waves of pleasure rolled through me. He held me through it, kissing my hair and whispering that he had me, that he would not let me fall.