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.

Same as my ass as he pulled out his hand from behind my pants. Our eyes taking in just how much juice coated his fingers were. Just the sight had my pulse racing again, my throat dry. Another ache building at my center. To make it worse, he lifted those fingers to his lips. Slowly and steadily licking them all off, sucking at every bit of my wetness that had covered his hand.

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.

It is truly a giving gesture for which there is really no corresponding reciprocal payment as there is for oral sex, for instance. After maybe ten seconds or so of licking Larry's hairy ball sack while her throat was stuffed full of his cock Sophia pulled back and all the way off letting his glistening boner bob in front of her face in time to his rapid heartbeat. She then cradled her hand under it and drooled the phlegm that it had drawn from her throat onto it. I'd long since stopped counting the surprises, but the fact that phlegm made an excellent lube for a hand-job was quickly added to the list.

' Nick told him. Sophie looked at Nick; he should take it easy on the doctor. 'He was injected with the poison in his thigh.' Nick nodded as he opened the report, scanning through it. 'Can you tell us; if it was a female or male that did it?' 'If anybody could so bloody and heartless, it would be a man but the reports shows a female fingerprints on the syringe, but how could a female do that to a man who is her husband?' the doctor continued.

I whispered. Of course, it was a bluff. Dawn who seems pissed was trying to remove my hand but I didn’t release her. We walked towards the entrance in that position when I suddenly felt something squirming on my palm. It was giving me that tickling sensation that reached the core of my body. Dawn made a muffled sound. “You!” I growled when I realized what it was. Damn girl! She was licking my hand! She pushed me away and ran inside the store. “Jerk!”

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.