The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

While he moaned I could hear footsteps approaching from the rear of passage leading to his chambers, I tried removing my hands but he held me back firmly. “I want to cum on your hands ,” holding my hands firmly as he dropped a whitish but milky substance on my palm, I felt disgusted and irritated but I enjoyed it , took my hands up and he forced my hands into my mouth.. “Lick it, it's a blessing from your master,”he jested Samantha walks in and meets us in a weird pose, She overheard his command to lick my palms, she looked at me with disdain and disgust..

Everyone raise their hand so we head over to the bar and I pour out 7 tequila shots I grab some pre-sliced lime wedges from the mini fridge and we all start licking and putting salt on our hands when Charlie says, “Um, I’ve never done this before. Why are we all licking our hands?” I say, “Okay, so you have to lick your hand to get the salt to stick and then it goes salt, then shot then lime. Got it?” SHe nods and we all take the shots. Charlie takes it like a champ and then goes, “Woo! Let’s do another!”

My mouth watered, my pussy throbbed, and I whimpered as he aimed his release across my face. “Lick it.” I didn’t hesitate. Swiping his cum off my skin, I licked my hand clean like it was holy. By the door, he paused, Luca’s card burning between his fingers. “You can use your fingers on yourself,” he said, voice a blade. “But don’t you dare orgasm.” “Yes, sir,” I whispered, still kneeling, already sliding my hand between my thighs, desperate to obey Grant slipped Luca’s card into his breast pocket, like it was a threat he planned to savor later. His gaze swept over me once more, naked need kneeling in a bathrobe, smeared with his release, hand trembling between my thighs.

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.

His hand hovered over hers, his fingers itching to touch her. “She’s ours,” his wolf urged again, its voice filled with longing. Liam’s hand trembled as he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. Her skin was warm, soft, and the connection sent a jolt through him. His wolf growled in satisfaction, urging him to go further. His hand moved to her arm, his fingers trailing up to her shoulder. He paused, his breath hitching as she stirred slightly but didn’t wake. His touch was light, reverent, as if he were afraid she might shatter under his hands.

I looked into his eyes, searching for his reaction. He pulled back with his lips in a thin line, rubbing his jaw, staring at me intently. I could see him getting worked up. I quickly lifted my hand to caress the taut ridges of his bare chest. “Just for now.” I downplayed it with, “I just really hate dramas.” “It's time for the ritual.” Raising his right arm, Lykoan extended his canines and bit his wrist. Blood oozed from the four holes of his skin. Before his precious blood could drip to the floor, he stood and knelt one foot on the bed, leaning forward and lowering his hand towards my mouth.

Lilia tries to jerk her hand off, but the witch is much stronger than her. The witch turns Lilia’s hand over, so her palm is facing upward. Then, she takes a small sharp knife from her pocket, and before Lilia can scream anything more than, “What! No -,” she has made a thin precise cut on Lilia's palm. Lilia feels the pain course through her hand and added to the throbbing in her head, it makes her a little dizzy for a few seconds. She blinks rapidly to clear her vision.

ipple. The high and low moans and gasps became the piano’s accompaniment. Suddenly, one of Leander’s hands briefly left my body. He swiped his fingers across the piano, and when he lifted them, they glistened with a clear liquid. My face burned with embarrassment. I hurried to pry his fingers apart, but he simply put them in his mouth, licking them slowly, looking extremely erotic. “Oh…” I moaned shyly, trying to tease him. “Does it taste good?”

Evan gasped as he felt Lila’s palm on his cock. It came alive in her hand, the softness of her hand sending tingles all over him. Lila’s smirk gave way to a smile as her hand gently brushed his length, teasing the skin of his cock. Evan stiffened, drawing in a deep breath as Lila wrapped her palm around him. Her hand left gentle strokes on the extremely sensitive area at the top of his cock. Stealing a glance at her, he saw the smile on her face, warm and seductive. Her eyes were urging him to relax and enjoy himself. He swallowed as hand continued working him, sliding up and down his length.

Lia's POV I obeyed eagerly, moaning loudly around them as I swirled my tongue over both swollen tips again and again — licking, lapping, teasing the sensitive slits while my hands stroked their thick, throbbing shafts in perfect rhythm. Spit and pre-cum mixed together in a warm, messy slick that dripped down their cocks and over my fingers, making everything wet, shiny, and deliciously obscene. I could feel my own arousal sliding hot and sticky down my inner thighs as I worshipped them, completely lost in the filthy, perfect moment of having both of my men in my hands and on my tongue at once.