The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

I lost myself in the moment, and with the rhythm of the music pumping through my body, I worked my hands to his broad shoulders and down to his powerful arms, up and down his arms in strokes that became slightly faster and firmer, then to his hands, where I eased-up slightly. I took the first one and then the other of his masculine hands and raised them to my lips so I could softly kiss each palm and then lick it like a kitten lapping cream. I inserted one long finger into my mouth and slowly licked it from base to fingertip, working my way through all ten of his digits. I worked my way to his wrist in an erotic manner, first kissing lightly, then licking is small, slow circles. I had never

A few grains of rice got on her palm, so she reached for a piece of tissue to wipe it. But before she could do that, Jackson grabbed her hand and pulled it over. She twisted her wrist uncomfortably but failed to break free. "My hand's dirty. I need to wipe it," she said. "Dirty?" He chuckled. "I don't think it's dirty at all." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her palm, licking away the grains on her palm one by one. Serenity's body turned stiff. "Done." He sounded like he hadn't had enough yet.

He grabbed my hand and licked my fingers clean. "Do you want me to lap all your pussy juices and make you come with my tongue, chérie?" An embarrassing and way too eager "Yes!" left my lips. He chuckled. He parted my legs even wider. He wrapped his hand around his thick cock with one hand and rubbed it on my drenched pussy. Fucking yes! I trembled with anticipation.

His black eyes fogged when one of the Lycans who was holding Narciso earlier stepped forward, he moved so fast and unexpectedly. Only when Narciso felt the agonizing pain on his left hand did he realize that he'd lost his hand ... Nicklaus had ordered his warrior to rip off his hand! A shrill scream rang through the entire manor, the sound was so terrifying and then a hair raising deep guttural growl followed when another Lycan covered his mouth. "Stop being such a cry baby else am just gonna chop off your other hand... My little one is just downstairs and she's quite shaken by an incident that involves your kind.." Nicklaus warned him...

{Now say this} my voice directed me and as I finished saying it, the lights flickered and breeze of unknown origin ran through the room. "That means that it worked." I announced. Nick pulled me back to his side and took the knife from my hands. He licked my blood off the blade and then handed it to Locke who wiped it with the towel. Nick then grabbed my injured hand and licked the wound. For a moment he sucked blood out of it and I began to panic, thinking that I had awakened his blood lust. Locke looked at me in alarm and cleared his throat. This seemed to knock some sense into Nick who sighed and licked my wound one more time before standing up.

He said sharply, glaring at Tom before turning back to me and smiling. "I insist it's just one dance no harm in that." He laughed. I grabbed his hand and nodded. We walked out to the floor and began dancing. "How does your hand feel, love." He asked turned it over. It would be completely healed by tomorrow. But, unfortunately, silver always slowed down the healing process. His touch felt sticky, making my skin prickle under his hand. "It's okay, A little tender, but it will be healed by tomorrow," I said softly. Before I even had a second to react, he pulled my hand to his mouth and licked my palm. I pulled away from him and grabbed my hand.

I slip my hand in my sweatpants and pull out my hard as steel dick. It throbs in my bare palm. I spit on it and use my palm to spread the bead of liquid all over the flesh. Her hand comes up to her mouth, and she licks her palm, then brings it to my needy length and strokes it, wetting it further. Holy fuck. She's going to make me explode in her hand if she keeps at it. I wrap my hand over hers so we both stroke my cock simultaneously. I look into her eyes, and she does the same. She bites her lip.

I swallowed hard and gave a small, obedient nod. My heart was still thudding from everything when I felt his hand again—wrapped firmly around my semi-hard cock. I looked down and saw his fingers slick with my own release. He stroked me lazily, teasingly, and I shivered. After a few more slow pumps, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean—eyes locked with mine the entire time. He licked it off as though I was the sweetest indulgence he’d ever tasted. My face flamed. My ears burned hot. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. He had me ensnared.

His hand suddenly covers my mouth, red eyes glaring at me "Can you just fucking shut up for once?" I stare at him, realizing he's too close. Too too close. "Fuck!" He jolts away, staring at his hand "Why did you fucking lick my hand?" "You were restricting my lungs!" "That was your mouth, you bitch!" "It's the same difference! You should even be grateful I did that, would you rather I bit you?" "Duh, this is fucking disgusting" He quickly takes a wet wipe and begins to wipe his hand, obvious irritation showing on his face. "Even Chocolate knows that."

My eyes dart from the bleeding wound on her forehead to her small plump lips. Lylah then wipes the blood from her face with her hand. I lose all control, grab her wrists and devour the smeared blood with my tongue while my other hand grips her thigh seductively. It’s the sweetest, most delectable blood I have ever tasted. I feel my strength and power intensify just from licking the small amount of blood from her hands. Her back arches, and she moans as I lick and suck her hands. The bulge between my legs begins to pulsate. I need her so badly. If she didn’t hate me so much, I’d devour her body right now in many ways.