Lip Biting Kiss Novels & Stories

Lilly bit her lower lip to prevent those embarrassing voice. “Love, what did I say about biting your own lips? It's my job to do it.” Luca used one hand to cup her jaw and made her look up. Luca kissed her again, this time attacking Lilly's lower lip. He bit gently, licking and sucking on those supple lips. “Mmpph!!” Lilly could only let out a muffled moan when her other two mates sucked her breasts quickly. Finn finally let go of her already red nipple and started attacking her neck. He gave wet kisses and occasionally bit his kitten's soft skin.

I bit my lower lip trying to calm my rising heart. “ do. Not .Bite .your.lips ” he utter each word breathing harshly. I don’t know why, but that turned me on more than anything as I wantedly bit my lower lips again, with an amative smile. And the next second, he kissed me again. This time there wasn’t any pampering. He kissed me roughly, not granting me any second to breathe and get adjusted with his pace. This time, the kiss was filled with hunger, lust and warning.

It was like any other kiss, yet totally different. Belinda tilted her head to the side, allowing her to deepen the liplock, and she was met with just as much enthusiasm. Chloe gently bit her lower lip, and Belinda matched the gesture with her tongue running over the blonde's upper lip. Reaching out, Belinda cupped one of her full perky breasts and squeezed. Chloe moaned in appreciation.

I extend my tongue and reach out for her tongue, sucking it and mixing our saliva. . I grabbed her lower lip with my teeth and bit it gently, not too harshly as it would cause pain.I nibbled on her upper lip, sucking harder and tasting her sweet, honeyed mouth. I pulled away, trying to catch our breath.Then I lifted her over my shoulder; she screamed playfully, and I threw her on her bed and hovered over her, and I locked our lips in another passionate kiss. I nipped her neck, biting and sucking hard, trying to plant a hickey, making her mine by branding her with my love bites. Our make-out was cut short by someone screaming.

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. “I suppose I do” The first kiss surprises me. My heart races as he leans in, and our lips meet in a deep kiss. His mouth is warm and demanding, tongue sliding against mine. I melt into it, loving the taste of him, the way his lips press firm and hungry. I want more, pulling him closer every time he tries to break away, my body aching for that connection.

She didn’t expect him to go for the other hole first. “You naughty…” She broke their kiss and uttered. Then she bent down and licked his lips. He put his tongue out and they made the most intimate kiss, the Lizard kiss. Both their tongues met out in the air, swiped left to right and then round and about. Without their lips being involved, their tongues proceeded to display the affection they had for one another. Beryl then kissed all over her face and reached for her neck. He slurped as if he was drinking wine and marked her. He bit her smooth skin and left small patches of red marks all over her body. Slowly, he trailed from her neck and reached for her collarbone.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

They were filled with beauty. Lily's lips slightly parted, ready to savor his soft lips. In the next moment, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue, sharing an intimate connection. He could taste the hint of lemon juice, sweet and tangy. It mixed with her natural taste, creating a unique blend in his mouth.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.

Excitement, anger, and lust swirl in their depths. He lets out an animalistic growl, and his lips clash into mine in a harsh, punishing kiss. He nips at my lower lip, demanding entrance. I clench my teeth, denying him, but he persists. The taste of blood fills my mouth—my blood. I snap, biting his lip with equal force. The metallic taste of his blood fills my mouth.