Lips Biting Money Novels & Stories

I bit my lip because of what he said. He grabbed my neck and violently inserted his tongue into my mouth. He bit my lip causing it to bleed. When I opened my eyes, his eyes were still closed and there seemed to be no plan to release my lips. When he took my hand and held my palm on his already losing cock, I looked there. He just closed his eyes and savored every kiss.

It smells of old saliva and thousands of desperate conversations. I hold it to my ear. Hummmmm. A dial tone. A miracle. I reach into my pocket. My fingers brush the stolen cash, the paper reassuringly thick. I dig past the bills and find the loose change. I pull out a handful of coins. Euros. Cents. I feed them into the slot. Clink. Clink. Clink. The sound is incredibly loud in the quiet street. It sounds like a bolt sliding back in a rifle. I hesitate.

he whispered. I bit my lower lip. To cover the embarrassment, I brought my face closer and kissed him, but when I moved away, he managed to bite my lower lip. He is now staring at my lips. His lips quickly chased after me to kiss me more. He is gently biting my lips, like it was a delicious delicacy. "Please, what, baby?" he asked again. I closed my eyes. "Please, hold me," I said boldly, and I bit my lips when he pulled the string of my two peace and exposed all of me.

He pressed an index finger over my lips, his eyes sparkling with unchecked lust. Being so close to him made me feel…hot. I usually felt hot whenever I was nervous so I assumed it was that until he drove the pad of his thumb over my cheek, making me shudder. I swallowed hard, “What–What are you doing?” He grinned, “I've been yearning to have those lips again, and now that I've found them, I'm going to make them mine.” He finished, biting hard on his own lips. Fuck. Why does that excite me?

He whispered, biting his lips. "Fuck you." I growled out. "Gladly," he replied, biting his lower lips as his eyes roved over me. ********

she confirmed, biting her lip. I laughed quietly, using my fingertip to pull her lip from her between her teeth. “I’ve told you before, Ashley. Don’t bite your lip, that’s my job,” I murmured, bending my head and capturing her bottom lip in my mouth, biting on it gently. Her fingers dug into my back, forcing me closer to her.

She tried to take the donut from him but he immediately licked it and shoved it in his mouth and started chewing. "Umm.. It's not bad, Gomez," She looked at him, bewildered as he was eating her donut so deliciously. "You ba#tard," She slammed her mouth over his and harshly nibbled his lower lip. Adrian hissed and shoved her away "You psycho," His lips turned blood red whereas her saliva was glistening on it. He licked his lips while peering at her who was smirking, satisfyingly. Melanie had a very bad habit of biting when she was angry, from her childhood and precisely she loved to bite this emerald eyes devil. When she was 13,she had bitten his hand so hard that his palm remained swollen fo

It hurts low in my belly, and I chew on my bottom lip. “You slut! Hey, you! What are you doing to my girlfriend?” A hot man comes into the scene, walking in on them. He frowns, but I can tell he’s turned on by the act. She bites her bottom lip to hide the smile as she stares at her boyfriend while the pizza guy keeps fucking her. Moans, cries, skin hitting skin getting louder.

He smirks and suddenly gazes down at my lips sending down immeasurable tingles. "Hope you have learnt a thing or two about this morning's experience? " He asks brushing his thumb against my lower lip without taking his gaze away from me. I gulp and try to bite my lip but he pulls it away from the reach of my teeth. "Stop biting your lip like that every single time except you want me to fuck you each second of the day. " He says and I shudder.

I wipe my lips with the back of my hand to get rid of the tangy taste that spreads on my tongue. “My money”, I say and the old man turns towards me with wide red eyes. His teeth rub against each other inside his mouth. Pulling out a couple of bills from his pocket he throws them up in the air. “Here whore. Maybe you could pay some beast to satisfy your fucked up pussy”, he shouts and walks out with loud footsteps. I get up from the floor, adjusting the fabric along my pussy, before picking up the bills littered on the floor. One, two, three…. Twenty nine, Thirty.