Pillow Biting Novels & Stories

I turn to my left, and see Cole biting his nails, with a worried look. "If you keep on biting them, people may start to question if you have actually had food" I croak, turning to my side, and closing my eyes again. I open them immediately as he jolts abruptly, and cries out, "Fuck! Man, I bit myself!" He says wagging his finger in the air. "Such a baby." I roll my eyes. "Am not!" He states. "Are too!" "Am not!" "Are too!" "Am n-"

Or better yet, remove his briefs. His fangs slightly grazed my bottom lip and it left me tingling in need to know what else he could do with them besides biting people on their necks to draw blood. Pretty romantic, isn't it? "Dammit!" He muttered under his breath. "I don't have any condoms." I bit on my lower lip to control my laughter. "Well, if you must know, I think they have a special cupboard for those in the bathroom. Want to borrow some?" I honestly don't know where this boldness was coming from.

"I'll be jealous if you keep giving all your attention to that damn pillow." My eyes fluttered open. Driven by a chaotic mix of irritation and lingering desire, I sank my teeth into his broad shoulder, biting down on the thick muscle with enough force to draw a faint, salty tang of copper onto my tongue. His reaction was instantaneous. The muscles in his hips locked like hot iron. He let out a deep, primal growl that rattled my ribs, and the friction in my lower belly flared to life again, far more feverish than before. The harder I bit into his shoulder, the faster and deeper his thrusts became.

He was tall and well built, clearly having seen the inside of a gym, and his clean-cut features were the perfect match for his profession. He cleared his throat, "You were attacked and bitten. As I said, I've checked the bite out thoroughly, cleaned and dressed it. It will heal." "What attacked me?" My voice was starting to fade as sleep threatened to drag me under. I wanted to stay awake but couldn't seem to fight it.

Jace clenched his jaw . " Will you clarify my fucking question first ? " " I promise you , it's not a mark . It's a normal bite . " He runs his hand through his messy hair and starts pacing around next to the foot of the bed , frowning with every wince I make . " Normal ? There's nothing normal about this Jace . You literally bit me for no reason " I hiss at him . " I didn't mean to . At least now you have my scent on you . " He mumbled the last part slowly . I was so shocked , I didn't even know what to say . I just gape at him , wondering if I heard him right .

Biting lightly, he continued pulling, drawing a low moan from her throat. Cassandra sometimes pinched her nipples when she used her vibrator, but she hadn't had them sucked, and certainly not bitten, in well over a year. The feeling was fantastic, but she wanted more. "Bite it harder, Bobby!" she told him. "Stretch my big MILF tit right out of my bra with your teeth!"

“Hold me. And if it gets too painful, feel free to bite down.” I hiccuped. “You… want me to bite you?” “Why do you keep repeating everything I say?” “I’m not!” I shot at him, “It’s just, who in the their right senses would want to be bitten? That’s just… Barberic.” He tilted his head, “It might come as a shock to you, Sunshine. That some people actually enjoy getting bitten while they are being fucked senseless. ” “W-what?” “You heard me.”

“Mr. Willis, like she’d really leave. Last time you were hospitalized for your stomach, she stayed outside your room for three days and three nights.” “Exactly!” another rich kid with dyed blue hair added mockingly. “At that auction, Miss Lowe spent eight figures just to buy an antique watch you casually mentioned.” “I heard she didn’t even have enough money,” someone else said. “She took out a loan.” Sydney leaned against Greg’s shoulder, sobbing softly. “Greg, Zoe bullies me because she loves you too much,” she said through her tears. “She’s just jealous because we’re close. Please don’t fight because of me.”

I want to bite his hand off. I will bite his hand off when Cosmo bites him, I wiggle my tail and blink with my puppy eyes, he bends to pet me, there Cosmo sprints and in two jumps he bites Benjamin’s behind, “Aaaaahhhh!” He shouts, as he places his hand on his behind I get up and then bites his free hand where the cookie was.

Holland The shift came back like a tide that doesn’t care about witnesses. His jaw hinged. Teeth creaked against gums that didn’t want them anymore. The canines descended, blunted parody. He moaned and put both hands—claws—against his face as if he could hold it in place. “It hurts,” he gasped, little-boy sudden. “Make it stop. Make it stop.” I couldn’t speak. I made a sound like a lullaby caught in rust. He crawled to me as if the sound belonged to him, and that’s when he bit me.