Vicious Lips Movie Novels & Stories

It took all of her strength not to claw the eyes out of his smug, stupid little face. A little more pressure, and the acrylic tips of her manicured nails would have snapped clean off in her fists. “I’m not going to whore myself out for a movie, Liam!” Vivienne snarled. “No matter how much money it makes at the box office. I’m not some goddamn toy, asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I chuckled and bited on her neck she vinced with pain I cupped her cheeks and sealed my lips on her soft rosy lips the way the melted chocolate on her lips it made her lips more tasty to bite it I bited slowly she parted her lips I entered my tongue inside her and entangled my tongue with her tongue when our both breathe out I moved back she is breathing heavily I smiled and taken mobile and clicked picture of her neck and collar bone I showed it to her she asked "why I got rashes" uff let me die I hitted on her head and said "I gave lovebite you fool" she asked "for love bite will it gives mark" I nodded my head she hided her head on my chest she is watching movie while hugging me she is hi

then bite her lower lip, I ignore her questions because my eyes glue on her lips which are being a victim of her sweet I slowly realize her lip with my right thumb and start rubbing my thumb on her juicy pink lips, which is inviting me so badly, god she is so tempting that I can't control myself anymore more, So I lean in to kiss her. *****

Her word was whispered in a hair breadth distance from his lips. A COUPLE OF MINUTES passed by after Damon the Prideful left the premise of the room. Maleficent sat before the vanity mirror as she fixed the ruined blush of her thin lips. The deep blood red color of her lips was now smeared; a testament of how much her lover devoured her earlier. It was a good thing that he wiped the crimson ink that tainted his lips before he went out.

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

“F-k!” Vice was breathless, and she thought that, like her, he was cresting on the edge of coming. She could feel the throb of him against her. Her lipstick stained his lips, and the sight of it smeared across his gorgeous mouth was so erotic that she shuddered, causing him to moan, his eyes going to half-mast.

Even when I wrung the knife deeper, even when I cut my rage into their flesh, they never spoke. It was not fear that silenced them, It was something greater than myself. Something beyond my understanding. Maybe it was because I was a woman. Maybe they thought I lacked the brutality to break them. That I wasn’t scary enough. That I would stop before things got too far. They were wrong. I turned my head slightly, my voice even. “Vito, get me my lipstick,the deep maroon one” Vito, my right hand, nodded without question. He knew me well enough by now. When I asked for my lipstick, it meant the fun was about to begin.

Viciously, his lips crashed against hers, his tongue wasting no time in exploring the depths of her warm mouth, earning him a stifled moan. Hoisting her legs around his waist, his fingers fisted in her ponytail, tilting her head to expose the creamy skin of her throat. His lips brushed the hollow of her throat that was already pulsing rapidly, as he murmured, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me the minute I opened my fucking eyes?”

She entrusted everything to the man. Lorensius lowered his head, then kissed Jasmine's lips for the first time. Lorensius' lips gently touched Jasmine's luscious lips. He got lost. Lorensius was engulfed in the softness of the girl's lips, lulled by the taste of Jasmine's lips which were as sweet as honey, and intoxicating like the finest wine in the world. Lorensius grabbed the girl by the nape of the neck to deepen the kiss, and with gentle movements, slowly pressed his lips on each corner.

"Damian," Sierra whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and nervousness. "Please... just take me." Damian's breath hitched, his gaze locking onto hers as if he could see every secret she had ever kept hidden. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her cheeks flushed a deep rose, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears that spoke of both fear and longing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, gentle yet firm, as if testing the reality of her presence.