Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A genuine smile spread across her face that assured me that she wasn’t at all opposed to the idea of spending the rest of her life with me and that made my wolf extremely giddy. Oddly enough, even when her smile dimmed I still focused on her lips in awe at how soft and plump they appeared. Her upper lip was a very faint shade of pink that almost resembled nude while her lower lips were a deep and elegant shade of red, it was absolutely mesmerizing because they were glossed up and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough. Finally, the lips. She outlined them with a red pencil, precise strokes defining the full pout, then filled in with the pepper red lipstick—a bold, fiery shade that screamed 'fuck me.' She pressed her lips together, blotting with tissue, then layered another coat for shine. The color popped against her skin, making her mouth look swollen and ready for his cock. She admired the result: eyes smoldering, lips begging to be ruined. He'll want to smear this lipstick all over his shaft.

She mindlessly nodded, her actions though faltering for a moment as she finally took notice of that term of endearment at the end of his sentence. Wait. He really was trying to- She quickly grabbed that folded napkin from the side of her plate, angrily passing it over her mouth. Oh, she was definitely about to... That mild sting on the middle of her lower lip was the first thing she had felt. Followed by that air forcefully leaving her lungs. Her blood freezing in her veins. Her heart stopping. They were...red...a dark shade of burgundy red...his eyes...they were bloody red. Literally. And there were two sharp and pearly-white fangs protruding from between his lips. Fangs. Long and frighteni

Naham's finger lightly trembles before touching the skin just below his bottom lip. “Your lips… They're so pale… When was the last time you had blood?” Naham asked softly as he stared at the vampire's incredibly pale lips. He had never in his life seen a vampire with lips so pale. It was alarming. His eyes moved to the vampire's eyes when his head moved. “Don't worry about that. That's not important. I'll get some later.”

Alex's POV:: "Okay, pout your lips like this. Let me see the color on you. It is your best feature, so we want to highlight it." My roommate, Penny, is demonstrating with her lips which are mere inches from my face as she is applying makeup on me. She is currently dabbing a shade of lipstick on my lips that if my mother saw me right now, she would get a heart attack. It is blood red and sinful, and I love it.

“What idea even prompted you to try biting me in the first instance?” “I was only angry that you kept mentioning his name despite…” “Despite what made you hate me to the extent of biting me?” I slammed him back. He bit his lip without saying anything. His human teeth prickled his teeth, making him bleed. “Hey, you….:” I was about to care for him again but I remembered I was still angry at him. “Stop biting your lips or else you might end up drinking your own blood” “So you care if I bite my lips…” He laughed lightly. “I know you wouldn’t stay angry with your mr vampire”