The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

Fuck, why do I feel like that toward an evil man like him? "Is your attitude for show or do you go around like this all day?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He was right, I was giving him the worst attitude I had in the closet. But after all, he deserved it. "You want to see something else?" he asked. "Whatever..." He held my hand and stuck out one of his claws cutting the palm of my hand. I screamed and jerked my hand of his hand. His eyes glowed at me before he reached for my hand pulling it to him before licking the cut on my palm only for it to instantly heal.

Rattling, screaming, growling and Elina's low whining moans echoed in her head - as if someone had turned on the record. Throwing off the blanket, the girl quickly crawled up and grabbed her friend by the hand. “Elka,” Lilya said, exhaling, “you fool, why did you do it yesterday ?! On the inside of the forearm, letters were visible in pink furrows. A huge, full-width, pot-bellied “b” with an elaborate curl on top, a curved “e”, as if the hand twitched at the moment of the cut, and an unfinished “g”, which is only a vertical stripe. Elya quickly rolled up the sleeve of her robe and stubbornly looked into her eyes.

I'm caught off guard, his finger in my mouth—salty, laced with my own scent. Shame prickles my scalp. I try to push it out with my tongue, but he adds another finger, voice commanding, "Lick." His cold expression, like frost under moonlight, stops my resistance. I grab his hand, licking his fingers like a lollipop. Tears pricked my eyes as I obeyed, lapping at his digits like they were coated in honey. My pussy clenched, betraying me with another gush of wetness. I clamp my thighs to hide it, forgetting I'm on his lap.

Dear God, anything to keep him away from me! He pulls me closer and pulls my bleeding hand to his mouth, licking his lips. "You smell so good little hellcat." Kian groans huskily and I fall silent and still, nowhere to run. His voice is thick with predatorial lust, and he latches his mouth over the wound. Licking it with long sensual strokes, sucking it dry of any blood. Sparks and heat spread from my hand through my body, straight to my core. Leaving it a throbbing, needy mess.

Something to file away. ***** Finally, I won a hand. Liz lost. Figuring my dick could use a little break, I said, "Liz, I want you to go lick Lauren's vagina." Seeing both of them hesitate, I said, "Just one lick. Come on, I just busted a nut in front of everyone." I knew none of these girls had ever done anything beyond kissing with other girls, so I figured we'd take baby steps.

Using just one hаnd nоw, I ѕlоwlу, lightly rubbеd mу whоlе hаnd uр and dоwn over hеr рuѕѕу. I аltеrnаtеd thіѕ mоtіоn with fіrmlу сuрріng hеr wоmаnhооd in my hаnd. Frаnkіе lісkеd her lірѕ and mоаnеd, "Oh уеѕ, Prоfеѕѕоr." Aftеr wоrkіng on her like thіѕ for a whіlе, I ѕnuсk a реаk dоwn bеtwееn hеr lеgѕ. The lіghtіng was dark, but hеr сlіt hаd clearly mаdе аn арреаrаnсе. It was thаt large and ѕwоllеn. Hеr labia wеrе swollen аnd hоt as well. Just then, the ѕоng ѕtаrtеd tо end. Frankie lооkеd at mе аnd implored, "Plеаѕе tеll mе were not quitting here."

I pulled my hand away, “What are you doin!?” “What?” He played innocent as he licked the droplet of blood that fell on his lip, “Disinfecting the wound is important.” He then gently took my hand again as he kept his eyes on me. My heart began to pound as he brought my hand near his mouth again and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking the cut making me shake in embarrassment. His warm tongue twirled around my finger as he closed his mouth How can he do this? How can he do this so casually?

what the heck are you doing! I cleaned the wound with water, I arrived before the wound got too deep. I cleaned it and licked the wound. Laila may not know, a mate's lick serves to heal open wounds for his or her partner. Laila widened her eyes as my mouth licked and sucked in her injured hand. After I think that's enough, I carry Laila, bridal style back to the bed, still in silence. This time it wasn't because I gave her the cold shoulder… but because I was too confused about what to say.

Thus, she decided to take a tissue and wipe her palms. However, before she could take the tissue, his fingers grabbed her hand and drew it toward himself. She uncomfortably twisted her wrist but did not break free. "My hand is dirty, I need to wipe it," she said. "Dirty?" He chuckled with amusement. "I don't find it dirty at all." As he spoke, he lowered his head. His lips clung to her palm while the tip of his tongue licked the grains of rice off her palm. Ling Yiran stiffened. Her palms felt terribly hot, and his licks seemed to touch the nerves in her palms and spread it through her body.

But his hand was still in my panties and he removed it casually, unbothered by the panic I was going through and with a knowing smirk in his eyes. "You claim to hate me because I'm an animal but look at how your cunt has soaked my fingers," he brought his hand to my face and indignation washed through me when I saw how soaked his fingers were from my wetness. I tried to avert my eyes, to look away but my eyes were latched on his hand and he brought it to his mouth to lick his fingers clean and he released the last one with a pop with his eyes locked on mine. And I died... Literally.