Liz smirked, knowing he was hold it in. She took one hand and rubbed it across his thight, barely touching him with her hand as she sucked in between his legs.
I moaned, but refused to scream. It felt like heaven. I grinned. I was going to pleasure her so much when she gave me the chance, and torture her just like she was me, she would be screaming. This was war. I smiled and moaned, but didn't scream.
"Liz!" I screamed. I glared down at her, not happy. I groaned as she continued. "Liz!" I growled. I flipped her over and stuck my hand inside her, moving my fingers. "Pay back." I whispered in her ear, before biting passionately on her front.
I chuckled and bit down her body before coming inbetween her legs and biting her hard as I moved my fingers. I tugged a little as I bit, biting harder and harder each time.
I growled and bit her hard as I messaged her chest passionately. When she didn't scream, I removed my tongue, and plunged into her, biting her front as I moved in and out of her.
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
