Pillow Biting Novels & Stories

He licked it quickly, sealing it. I remembered seeing his eyes look up at me, silencing asking me if he could bite me. I nodded quickly, grabbing a pillow and biting into it. The release that came with it was beyond anything I’ve felt before. It felt like my hips began moving on their own, rubbing against him, seeking more friction to ease the ache. He pulled off of my breast, licking the bite mark that would be gone before I woke up and moved to the other. His assault on my other breast was equally as pleasurable. I could feel his canines still out and he didn’t hesitate that time. He sank them in.

I grabbed a pillow and bit down on it, afraid of making more noise. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Nothing sexier than you biting a fucking pillow.” He went back to work with serious enthusiasm, his tongue rolling around my clit, sucking and licking it. He pressed his fingers deep inside my pussy the way I loved. That never got old. He was just so damn skilled at what he did. Mason masterfully worked my body, his strong hands pressing against me, his fingers fucking my pussy, his tongue working my clit in circles.

"Special? Your name is the most ridiculous name I've ever encountered." "Really?" My right hand reaches for the second pillow on the bed. "Really. You're not special, so forget it..." I throw the pillow at him to interrupt him. In a split second, he strides closer and lifts me from the bed. I jerk and attempt to break free from his grip. I struggle, but he's stronger. He starts moving toward the door, and I know if he steps out, he's going to win this game. So I lean down on his shoulder and bite him hard.

Recently, Sebestian discovered that his mate seems to have the habit of biting his nails. Because this kind of behavior happened occasionally, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but as the time with Allen got longer, he found that Allen would bite his nails more and more often.

Ian also dusted off crumbs from his shirt as she had deigned to feed him somewhere along the line when his stomach betrayed him with a growl. "Do you not know how to eat? Or feed?", Ian rolled his eyes as the crumbs seemed to have gotten everywhere. "Don't blame me, you nearly bit my hand like seven times", she bit back. Ian held back a mischievous grin as he had indeed tried to bite her hand. It was a thing of impulse, her hand was right there, he was overwhelmed with the urge to bite it, and so he tried. Later in his life, Ian would come to learn about a little something called cute aggression .

Laird chuckled a little with snickers on his face. “I'm trying.” I whispered to him as he began to run his tongue down my stomach. “Try harder, baby.” He murmured as his lips were right in front of my clit. I gasped once his tongue was licking my clit so hard. He even kept sliding his tongue on all parts of my clit. I pulled the pillow and hurriedly bit it. My sighs and moans are muffled by the pillow I bite. If only I didn't block it, I'm sure everyone at home would know about what we're doing right now.

I couldn't believe she had actually bitten me. Vivica was sitting on the edge of the bed, her blond hair wild and messy. Her eyes weren't soft or loving anymore, they were blazing with a lethal light. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line of disgust, and she used the back of her hand to wipe my juices from her mouth like she had just eaten something rotten from a dumpster.

My mouth was itching like I wanted to bite on something, but daddy came in and took my keys away, Instead, I started to bite on his shoulder. I was glaring at daddy for taking everything away from me. Why doesn't he understand it helps me, I didn't want the pacifier daddy gave me, I spit it out and started crying. "Papa!" I whined hoping he can help, "Come here, princess?" Papa says picking me up while I was still crying trying to find something to bite on, maybe he'll let me bite on his shoulder now. But even papa won't let me bite on his shoulder, I turned to bite on my hand, I had a hand in my mouth and the other still clutching to papa.

I always have. “No? Who always used to beg for an extra bite of mine or Theo’s dessert?” I ask her, still nibbling on her throat. If I bite her with just the right amount of teeth, I can make her body contract around mine. It might be my new favorite game. “You always got larger amounts of food and dessert than I did,” she insists, gasping as I bite a good spot, making her body contract even harder. Pierce purrs against her throat, which makes her inner walls contract again.

I nearly scream lifting my head slightly. He lifts his head and it's then I see the corners of his lips tilt into a cute little teasing smile .He was messing with me and now I'm the one blinking up at him lost. He throws his head back against the pillows as a deep throaty chuckle escapes his lips. His chest vibrates beneath me and it momentarily throws me off. "Hey!" I huff before opening my mouth against his shirt covered chest and biting him lightly. His head lifts as he stares at me in bewilderment, a look that was completely adorable. "Did you just bite me, ragazza matta?" He says poking my forehead. (Crazy girl)