Bite Me Harder Novels & Stories

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

Only I can make you crumble. I wrap my arm around his lean waist and slam him on me. We groan in unison as his bulge rubs against thigh, because he’s also hard, my preppy. The line of his cock glides over my thigh, eliciting a shudder from him. “Love it when you’re hard for me, baby,” I whisper against his lips, then sink my teeth into the pillowy surface of the bottom one and bite. He grunts, the sound vibrating against my chest and rushing to my cock. “Shut…the fuck up.” I bite harder until the skin breaks, then I lick on the small droplets of blood, wiping it clean.

His teeth shone as he gnashed them together. Thrusting hard inside me and making my legs tremble. He pulled out and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I was already panting and sweating despite the cool breeze. I received a sharp bite in my ear lobe. “We are just getting started baby.”

I try to pull away, but I'm still stuck to this stupid chair, and he has me firmly in place. As he attempts to push his tongue into my mouth, a plan forms in my mind: I’ll bite him. I slowly part my lips and sink my teeth down hard. He recoils, and the sharp crack of a slap lands on the side of my face, echoing through the room. "You bitch," he hisses, "you will pay for that."

"Play me harder, like you've always been playing me in your lies." He obliged, slamming into her with renewed ferocity, the desk groaning under them. His mouth crashed down on hers, not a kiss but a bite—tongue forcing in, tasting her rage as she bit back. One hand released her wrist to rip her bra down, palming her breast roughly, twisting the nipple until she arched with a pained moan. He muttered against her lips. "Scream for me again. Let the whole building hear how much you need this cock despite everything."

“Maybe I just like the ones who fight back. Makes it sweeter when they finally beg.” I meet his eyes, voice cold. “The only thing I’ll beg for is a scalpel so I can cut that smug smile off your face.” His free hand comes up, fingers gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Such a dirty mouth. Let’s see how it tastes.” He leans in fast, trying to crush his lips to mine. I bite him. Hard. My teeth sink into his bottom lip until I taste blood. He jerks back with a hiss, but I don’t let go immediately. I bite harder, feeling the skin tear.

No hesitation. He didn’t wait for me to say anything else. His teeth sank into the side of my neck. He gave me a Hard bite. Right on the muscle. I gasped loud. Pain shot straight down to my pussy. He held the bite for two seconds, then sucked the skin hard. I felt the mark forming already. He pulled back just enough to look at my face. “You ready?” he asked. “Fuck yes,” I said. That was it.

She tastes like mint and frustration and something uniquely Quinn. Then she bites my lip. Hard. Hard enough that I taste blood, feel the skin break. The pain should make me stop. Should make me pull back. Instead, it does the opposite. A groan escapes my throat, and I kiss her harder, pressing her back into the mattress. Fuck, I'm twisted. I know I am. But the way she bit me—not playing, actually trying to hurt me—it turns me on in ways I probably shouldn't examine too closely. My phone starts ringing.

Hard. “Donato.” Jesse gasped tilting his head back. Donato’s mouth dragged lower, teeth scraping the column of Jesse’s throat before he bit down again—harder this time. Jesse’s whole body jerked, a broken sound tearing out of him. “Fuck—yes, mark me Donato,” Jesse panted, fingers twisting in Donato’s shirt. “Bite me harder, please. I want everyone to see what you did to me.”

I ask, my voice dangerously sweet. "If you try to force that pathetic excuse for a dick into my mouth, I will bite it off. Not just a nip. I'm talking full-on, sever it from your body, bite it off. And then I'll spit it on the floor and stomp on it like a cigarette butt." His eyes widen slightly, the smirk faltering.