Lips Biting Money Novels & Stories

He was surprised but also smiled, I used my tongue to take it from him but he was stubborn, he was blocking his tongue, he was fighting with my tongue. "Hmmmm" I responded angrily when he suddenly leaned on the edge of his car so I hugged his neck, I felt his hand on my waist but my chocolates! so I pressed his head to me. I'm so desperate to get my chocolates. Our mouths are moving and I don't know why he likes it while I'm only after chocolates, in my annoyance I bit his tongue so he suddenly moaned and I smiled because I got it in his mouth, I moved away then I took it the chocolates on top of his car. Then I sat properly and poured the chocolates. "Why are you biting" I looked at him bad

I joke, shaking my head. “I just happen to know how the world works.” She shrugs dramatically. “Now where's my money please?” Brie snorts as she pulls out a folded bill from her shiny golden purse. “Here,” she slips the money into Cupcake’s hand. “And don’t spend it all on candy.”

My lips. "Bite this lip…” he spoke, his voice a low, husky murmur devoid of hesitation. "If you do it again, it won’t be your teeth on your lips anymore—it’ll be mine. And I will not bite it like you do," he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear, "I will bite it hard. And I will draw blood and suck it off, and mind you, I will love every second of it.”

I told myself a while ago, I would save that 'mate' stuff in the future but I h*ck I couldn't stop myself. My lips had a mind of their own. The next thing I know, my hands were wrapped around her tiny waist. She gasped from that little collision of our bodies. As her rims parted, my lips crushed on hers. At first, I was just tasting them, licking every corner of her rims. Now, I was biting them, nibbling them like they were made for my breakfast. I was not even satisfied, I was already devouring them like my life depends on those sweet rims.

I bit my lips when I felt my hands shaking. I swallowed as I can feel his heavy stares at me. I bit my lip in embarrassment. "Stop biting your lips. I might suck it out of you." I let go of my paintbrush at what he said.

My mind keeps flying just thinking how perfect that man was. “You’re biting your lip” – He says looking deep into me. I blinked looking at him while I stop biting my lip. “We’re here miss, it's 57$” I open my wallet to get money out and I notice I don’t have enough, I start to go bright red thinking about the closer ATM for me to go get the money from. “Here, keep the change” - he says giving the cab driver money. We get out of the taxi and still looking at my wallet I say “let me pay you back, I can go to an ATM and get some money out”

He carefully arranged himself, shaking the creases from his trousers and smoothing down the front of his shirt, before leaning forward and looking me directly in the eyes. "Because I'm considered and expert in the field of the type of bite you have." "But you aren't an actual, real doctor?" It came out sounding harsher than I intended. "Well, that's certainly blow to my ego." The twinkle in his eyes reassured me I hadn't offended him, thankfully. "I need you to try and listen to what I am going to tell you. It will sound impossible, even crazy but I promise you that everything I'm about to say is the absolute truth. I will never lie to you about this." There was a ring of unquestionable cert

It seemed to be when the fun began. He returned a few minutes later with Loretta in hand. “Here she is,” he said, gaining my attention. I turned to her with a scowl. She returned the same energy, only that there was a whitish liquid around her lips. “There's-”I pointed at it. She wiped her lips, “yeah. Some clients are fast cummers.” Oh wow. “What do you want?” She asked, The anger in me rose again. “I want my money.” “What fucking money?”

She whispered to herself biting her lower lip. ******

"Mark me. Claim me. I want everyone to know." He stopped moving. For a second I thought I'd said something wrong. But then I saw his face. His expression. The way he was looking at me like I'd just handed him the world on a silver platter. "Say it again," he demanded. "Mark me." He lowered his head. His mouth found the place where my neck met my shoulder. The gland there was swollen, sensitive, and pumping out so much scent I could barely stand it. He bit down.