Wetting Novels & Stories

She was dripping now, the wet sounds filling the room every time his fingers slid in and out. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, almost to himself. "So responsive. So wet." She whimpered, her thighs quivering. "Don't stop... please don't stop." He leaned closer, breathing in her scent, then pressed his palm flat against her mound while his fingers curled deeper, stroking her G‑spot over and over. His thumb flicked her clit faster, matching the rhythm of her quickening breaths. Her body tensed, her hips lifting off the table. "I'm... I'm going to..."

Already leaking at the tip. “I—I’m not—” My voice broke on a moan as another wave of heat crashed through me. My knees buckled. Kael caught me before I hit the floor. One strong arm banded around my waist while the other slid between my thighs. Two thick fingers pushed straight into my dripping cunt without warning. I cried out, hips jerking. “So fucking wet,” he growled against my ear. “This pussy is in full heat. It’s begging for a knot. Begging to be bred.”

Marcus’s eyes darkened as he noticed how clearly my nipples showed through the wet fabric. “I shouldn’t be bothering you like this,” I murmured, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “You’re not bothering me,” he replied, his voice lower now. “But you really should get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. Go ahead. I’ll make some coffee.” I nodded and walked toward the bathroom, feeling his gaze follow me the entire way. I closed the door but didn’t lock it. The hot water felt incredible as it cascaded over my body, washing away the chill.

"So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations." Hawk exhaled slowly and rolled his shoulder. "Guess I am. I feel it more and more each second. On top of the healing, I swear I've grown an inch or two. Everywhere." Quill leaned into the mop again, one hand still wet from the last swipe. "I would agree with that assessment. Does that make you a grower, not a shower?" Hawk smirked. "Guess so. You like it regardless." Lily groaned and walked into the next room.

The wet squelch was obscene—loud, rhythmic, filthy. He came first. Buried to the root and roared, flooding me with hot, thick ropes that I felt splash deep inside. Pulse after pulse. My belly tightened with the pressure. When he finally pulled out, a gush followed—creamy white torrent spilling down my crack, pooling under my ass on the bench.

“Jordan… I want it. I’m ready. Please.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. “I know you think you’re ready, mama.” He took her small hand and guided it slowly into his sweats, letting her wrap her fingers around his thick, heavy cock. It was hot and pulsing against her palm. “Feel that?” he whispered, voice low and patient. “That’s big, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. We can’t rush this.” “We have lube,” she whined softly, squeezing him, her voice cracking with need.

She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of heat. Colette began to scissor, moving slowly at first, grinding her pelvis against Claire’s in wide, deliberate circles. The friction was fucking maddening. She increased the pace, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Colette grabbed onto Claire’s breasts, kneading them, her head dipping down to suckle at the nipples. "Oh lord... oh lord," Colette moaned, her own voice losing its icy control. "This little pussy feels so good."

Whitman said, with a teasing smile. “She just gets more irritable the further along she gets,” I said to him. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that, it’s the hormones, and it’s different for everyone,” he said. “Let’s take some measurements.” Dr. Whitman applied the gel to her stomach and started with the ultrasound. He checked things, pressed buttons, and made notes in her file. He was quiet for a long time, so much so, that I was getting a bit worried.

I stepped under the spray without even removing my soaked panties, the water cascading over my breasts and down my stomach. Leaning back against the cool tiled wall, I spread my legs wider and drove three fingers back inside myself, fucking myself hard under the hot water. My other hand squeezed my heavy breast, pinching my stiff nipple as I imagined Alex’s mouth on it instead, sucking, biting, claiming what his father had neglected. “Oh fuck…” I whispered, voice trembling.

The red pen returned, tracing the tender skin of her inner thigh, inching closer, closer until it dragged across the thin fabric covering her heat. The ink bled into the cotton. Soaked into her wetness. “Already marked,” he whispered darkly. “But I want to hear you admit it.” Her voice trembled. “I, I’m wet, Dr. Cole.” “Louder.” “I’m wet.” His grin was wicked satisfaction. The pen was pushed aside, replaced by his fingers. Rough, demanding, slipping under her panties to test her. She gasped when he slid two inside, curling, pressing against her sweetest spot with academic precision.