The Fingers Are Blank To The Thumb Novels & Stories

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He’s wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I’ve never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo

Thеу’rе ѕо plump, аnd thе urge to rеасh out аnd рut my finger оn thе bоttоm оnе is оvеrwhеlmіng. I lооk hіm іn the еуе, and I do that with mу іndеx fіngеr. Hе hаѕ оnе hand on mу ѕhоuldеr, аnd I return thе fаvоr.

he stutters. I let my wolf press forward as I stand, my claws extending from my hand. I walk behind him, and in one quick motion, I slice all of his fingers off. I slice off eight of his fingers, leaving only his thumbs. “We shouldn’t touch those that aren’t willing. Now maybe you’ll remember that.”

I bite my lip but the sounds still come out. My thumb keeps rubbing my clit in fast little circles. My fingers pump faster. My thighs tense and my toes curl against the floor. I can feel the wetness running down my skin. Every push makes my pussy clench around my fingers. I add a third finger. It feels full, almost too much, but I keep going. I fuck myself with three fingers now, deep and steady.

Eyes half closed. Then I felt it. A hand. Not mine. Calloused. Rough. Long fingers. Thick. Warm. It covered my hand. Pushed it down. Took over. One thick finger replaced mine on my clít. Rubbed slow. Firm. Perfect pressure. My own hand fell away. Limp. Useless. I gasped. Loud. Sharp. The finger circled. Teased. Then pressed harder. Faster. Another finger joined. Slid down my slit. Found my entrance. Pushed in. Deep. One knuckle. Two. All the way. Curled. Pressed that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

He presses gently – just the tip of his finger slipping inside while three fingers pump my pussy and his thumb works my clit. Three points of contact. His thumb on my clit. Three fingers in my pussy. One fingertip in my ass. All oiled, all moving in coordinated rhythm, like a massage technique designed specifically to take me apart. I cum screaming. My pussy and my ass both clenching around his fingers, my whole body seizing, my back arching off the table. I gush – a flood of oil and cum and arousal that soaks his hand and runs off the table and drips onto the floor. He works me through every contraction, his fingers never stopping, extending the orgasm until I'm sobbing and shaking and grip

Especially when he bring up his hand, I thought that he is about to grab me on my neck. But instead he ended up placing his hand on my jaws a he turns my face to the the left. And looked at the left then turned to the right and looked at the right as he places his right hand on my cheeks. That becomes when I noticed something very strange about him. His fingers are not like others, he has six fingers and he was wearing an iron at the ankle if his hand. There was no how that iron ring could be removed out if his hand. Because his hand is already higher that the hole provided for the ring to be removed.

I grab the bedsheet as it's so tough to take it. For a moment later, his left hand's thumb and middle fingers are opening my V-lips and rubbing swiftly my clit with his index finger. Along with that, his right hand's middle finger takes another companion as it's breaking my walls. I don't know if another finger is the index or ring finger. He is keeping my legs spread by using his leg and elbow. He is keeping thrusting and it's high pace now to have any other feelings on the planet. Only his love and his touch matter to me now. His fingers are showing magic over my pussy and with closed eyes I am bewitched by his finger magic.

The crack echoed in the room but I couldn't be bothered. My eyes were closing faster than I could control. Immediately I sought for reinforcement. With both my thumb and index finger on each hand, I held them open but they didn't last for long. My hand dropped to cup my mouth as my throat began to bubble once again. Blarghhh…blargh…

I rose to my feet "Barely, He still has three more Fingers and a thumb" I say stretching my arm out as I offered him the knife.