Eat me like your favorite food

He was in the suite, reading when I walked in in blue satin lingerie and heels. He looked at me with unadulterated lust in his eyes. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, not allowing me to remove his clothes. He tore my bra and sucked my nipples. He bit my breasts. When I made noise, he bit me as punishment. He shut me up with kisses.

He kissed the insides of my thighs. Pulled the strings of the thong with his teeth and kissed my privates. But he didn't lick there. He bit instead. He bit my buttocks. If I made noise, he'd come back to my face, biting my ear, my lower lip, the back of my neck.

Then he sucked me there on my neck, fingering me at the same time.

I tore his shirt. I bit him back. He pulled my hair. Picked me up again and thrust me against the wall. He took me in his lap, my legs locked at his back. I was so wet. I wanted him to taste me but he wouldn't stop sucking.

At last, he went down. He bit the labia. Ate me finally. But by that time, I wanted to be bitten again so desperately that I made him make me cry with pain. he bit me everywhere. my toes, ankle, knees, thighs, waist, back even my armpits.

I still have some bite marks left. And I really REALLY want to do it again.

I wish I could bite myself.