Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

I look at myself in the mirror and I almost jump in horror. ''What is this?'' I say to myself as I look up close. Dark circles forming under my eyes because lack of sleep. Seeing my light brown eyes shining brightly with light gold specs. They are visible because paleness of my skin. I take a closer look at my pale chapped lips. Like seriously, how can Alex have moisturised lips and I'm here and stuck with chapped lips? What is wrong with the world?

One side of my lips curls up. "Then you didn't see me play" - I say as I lick her face from the corner of her lips to her earlobe. She can't hold herself back anymore, as she grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and hungrily kisses me. My hand on her ass tightens and I open my mouth a bit so she can plunge her tongue into my mouth. I suck hers a bit, slipping my fingers between her folds. She moans louder and I let her enjoy this moment a little longer, then all of a sudden I bit down her lip, spilling blood. She gasps, as she unattached our lips, and has confusion written in her eyes. I pull my fingers out of her pussy.

The thick, jagged spikes violently ripped completely through his heavily blistered lower lip, aggressively tearing a massive, deep, horrific gash completely down to his violently bruised, actively bleeding chin. He violently collapsed entirely backward onto the sharp, freezing gravel, actively spitting the thick, dirty root completely out of his raw, actively bleeding mouth. He aggressively choked on a massive, terrifying stream of hot, dark blood and acidic bile, his severely crushed, heavily bruised chest violently heaving with every single, rattling breath. His entire, once-handsome face was a completely unrecognizable, actively bleeding mask of raw, violently shredded flesh.

How could I say no to that? I move further down, spreading her legs with ease with the help of my hands before hovering over her wetness. What a sweet scent... She is beautiful too. Her labia are a dark pink, reddish color and swollen with arousal, her outer lips prominent and hanging outside like a delicious flower waiting for me. I lick my lips before parting her engorged lips with my thumb while holding eye contact.

She advanced the slide again, showing a close-up of her plump, smooth, glossy lips, her sweet tongue sliding across them. "I also have the sexiest f*cking mouth," she boasted, licking her lips in front of me. "I have the plumpest, sexiest lips, which I like to keep glossed up and perfect looking at every moment. You have no idea how good my mouth is until you feel it wrapped around your fat, taken c*ck! My soft, smooth lips, wrapped tightly around your meaty shaft. My firm, sexy tongue, going wild on your tasty shaft, not letting up until you just f*cking explode! My sexy, tight throat, which can take just about any c*ck down to the balls. Believe me when I tell you this, Callum, in few minu

Sliding my thumbs down beside her pussy lips, I massage all around them without touching her pussy. Cyn is pushing her ass up and wiggling around trying to put my hands in contact with her burning, wet pussy. I finally oblige her and rub my thumbs up and down her moist slit, pulling her open and massaging the pink inner sides of her lips. I am captivated by the contrast between the black outside and the pink insides of her pussy lips as I slide two fingers up inside her anxiously awaiting pussy.

It was now my turn to be horrified instead. My once perfect hair now resembled a nest made by a bird with a severe attention deficit issue. One half of my hair wasn’t as disturbed apart from the part that was in contact with the wall when he’d pressed me to it. But the other half- the half in contact with the devil’s fingers had clearly seen better days. It looked like it had survived two world wars and a zombie apocalypse. Then there were my lips. My oh-so-delicious lips, as Adrian liked to call them, now looked as delicious as a pair of rotten cherries by their swollen appearance with smudged lipstick. Drat! I should’ve used the smudge-proof ones.

She’s always taunting, pushing, resisting—yet here she is, desperate to be a good girl. She bites down on her lip, that small act defiant and alluring. I reach out, freeing her lip from her teeth with my thumb before capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, my teeth biting down hard on her lip, pulling slightly until I taste copper. Her eyes jump, and she gasps, the metallic tang of her blood lingering as I pull back, admiring the fierce red stain on her lip.

Damn. “Your lipstick’s smudged,” he pointed out. I pulled out a pocket mirror from my bag and checked. The lipstick had spread past the edges of my lips. I wiped it off with my fingers, a little careless about it. I should probably switch to something transfer-proof next time. “Your lip’s bleeding,” he added, his voice lowering a bit. “It’s fine,” I brushed it off. He lifted his hand, and before I knew it, I felt his thumb gently graze my lower lip.

The stupid traitorous thing had me moaning against his lips. Dammit, why does it feel so good? I need to stop this kiss. Well this makeout session apparently. His lips wouldn't leave mine. I had tried pushing his tongue out with my own, but ended up making it seem like our tongues were playing with one another. I tried to d*ck kick him, but he had it guarded with a shadow shield, having learned from last time. I bit his lip till I felt blood pour from it. He groaned, his eyes wide open and keeping contact with my own.