That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

"You're so wet." A wet sound fills my ears as he runs his fingers up and down my slit, spreading my moisture all over me. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip so I don't make another sound, but that becomes almost impossible when Ryder starts teasing my clit. He pinches it between two fingers, then draws lazy circles around it with the same fingers.

I resolutely proceed with my purpose, leaving the comforting embrace Upon entering the bathroom, I reach out and flip the switch, instantly flooding the space with a soft, comforting glow. The sound of water rushing fills the room as I twist the shower knob, causing the droplets to come alive and dance against the smooth porcelain surface. Gradually, a veil of steam begins to rise, transforming the atmosphere into a dreamy haze that wraps around me like a warm embrace.

I’m already soaking wet, dripping for him, my body remembering exactly what it belongs to. "Look at you…" He breathes, staring down between us, watching my juices coat the head of his cock as he rubs it up and down my folds, spreading my arousal everywhere. "So wet for me. Already making a mess. Just like you always did. Nobody gets you this wet. Nobody makes you feel like this."

Nick spoke in a low, serious voice, and I shuddered slightly. My body was getting hotter and hotter, we had already played in the car, and Keenan hadn't even moved or looked, but even so, knowing that he'd be listening made me wetter. I could feel the liquid seeping out and getting stuck to the bottom of my panties. "You're all wet..." Nick said, and then Will pulled away and turned me to look into those caramel eyes. "I know, your body is so sincere... You got all wet just imagining being fucked in the car with someone watching you. The smell of your arousal is remarkable."

Hold them there. Expose everything. Fuck yourself with four fingers now. Stretch wide. Feel the burn turn into pleasure. Pump fast. Deep. Make your wrist ache. Rub your clit with your thumb at the same time. Come again. This time scream my name when you do. Let the neighbors wonder. When the aftershocks fade, lie back. Spread out. Pant. Let your body hum. You’re dripping onto the cushions. Good. Leave the stain. Let it remind you every time you sit here that you belong to someone who can make you ruin yourself with just words.

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

She continues with her legs open and he sprinkles her pussy with wishey and starts licking it. As the warm, amber liquid cascaded over her already soaking wet folds, she shivered in anticipation of the sensation that was about to consume her. The rich, smoky aroma of the whiskey mingled with her own musky scent, creating a heady cocktail that clouded their senses and heightened their arousal.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

His eyes came up to meet mine as he said, “Make it wet.” Fuck. How I loved his dirty talk. His orders. His dominating me. His games that he played with my body. His words were affecting, I was desperate for his touch. I swirled my tongue around that single digit in my mouth. Sucking it. Licking it. Making it wet.

Count them if you have to stay obedient. One… feel that stretch. Two… feel how much wetter you get. Three… your thighs are trembling now. Four… your clit is begging for attention again. By ten, you’re dripping down to your ass, making everything filthy and soaked. Now push deeper. Both fingers all the way in. Slow. Feel every inch as your pussy swallows them greedily. So hot. So tight. So wet it’s obscene. Curl them upward. Find that spot—the ridged one on the front wall. Press hard. Hold it.