Lips Biting Money Novels & Stories

I was surprised to give him more access throught it, I'll bit my lips and my hands caring his hair. His driving me crazy. He sucks every skin that can thrill his sinful lips. I moan when I can't take the sensation caused by the punishing kisses of his lips. I was biting my lips to prevent moaning, that's embarrassing because he might say that I enjoy what he's doing and I don't want anyone to notice us here.

“And you will. It’s yours.” "You can’t just buy me a new phone because I broke mine," she pouts, her lips forming the kind of defiant curve that makes me want to ruin her. Without hesitation, I crush my lips against hers, biting her lower lip just enough to make her gasp before sucking on it. When I pull away, she’s breathless, her pupils blown wide, and I smirk. "Yes, I can, Tesoro," I murmur, my voice laced with amusement. "And don’t even think about paying me back. If you try, I’ll return the money triple what you send. So don’t bother."

She replied, biting her lower lip embarrassingly. The sight of her biting her lower lip poked his manhood hard. It didn't care about anything other than having her lips around it, those juicy plum lips around iron hard wood. The wild imagination gave him such pleasure that He couldn't even imagine what He would feel while living the imagination. But then his eyes went to the scattered pens on his table and He recalled the reason for his anger. She disturbed his work. He could have finished with writing a review for the report by now. The time coated him money.

I ask, trying to tune down the sound of my heart beating hard and fast before I bite my lip. You are here to feel not speak. The words ring in my head like a bell. Fuck. Then, I feel his finger on my lips again. And I know I should be revolted but I'll be a pathological liar if I say I don't like it. “You look prettier when you bite your lips like that.” He says, his hot breath fanning my lips, making my breath hitch in my throat. “But it looks like you've forgotten a certain rule.” He murmurs, his finger rubbing my lip, to and fro.

“That’s why you are trying to bribe me with food, hmm?” “Maybe.”, I muttered, biting my lips, not sure it would work or not. “Stop doing that.”, he warned. “It’s distracting and making me look at your lips again and again.” “Oh, okay!” . #TBC

Instead, he seems solemn for a brief moment before looking away. “You better come to my place after this event so I can compensate you for the coat, alright?” I pause and smile at him then continues, "Okay, I'll give you a new one.” “It's not that, Milady.” I then give the nicest smile I can muster, "Please, Sir Rutherford, let me at least make up for losing your coat," only to watch him bite his lower lip. I am entirely aware of that motion. Biting one's lower lip indicates that the person has something they want to say but is unable to do it currently. I briefly blink before setting my elbows down at our table and bending over to face him.

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-" Good evening Mr. Gerald, can I talk to you for a moment." -" Sure." -" I would like to work in a friend's club; I need to save some money just in case." -" In case of what?" he asked. -" I don't know, I might need it in the future, I also need to buy some stuff." I lied. -" You can use my debit card for that." -" No, definitely no. I can't take your money." I retorted. -" You won't. You will just borrow money from me until you got paid for the mission you are assigned and then give it back." He explained.

I said truthfully, biting my lower lip as I saw his shocked face. "S-so, I make you feel good with my kiss?" he stuttered, making me laugh a bit. "Yep!" I said, popping the ‘p’. "Come on! Kiss me!" He shook his head but eventually pulled me closer and kissed my lips again. He kissed me for a second before nipping my lower lip and biting it. I moaned at the sudden bite, but he just entered his tongue again to explore my mouth. When we found a rhythm, we played with each other’s tongues.

We walked away from Lupus’, but I was deep in thought. Sensing something was up, Liam looked at me curiously. “Why are you biting your lip?” He gently tugged my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, the golds of his eyes brightening. I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I darted my tongue out to taste his thumb, then I puckered my lips and sucked on it, swirling my tongue over the rough skin seductively. Actually, I did know what possessed me to do it. I glared back at Circe, who tried to make herself look innocent.