42 Kiss His Son Novels & Stories

"Thanks to your little idiot mate, of course. Her eyes look even more beautiful on my face. And, not to mention, with these eyes—her eyes—I can see things so much clearer." Then, the unmistakable sound of a kiss. Disgust clawed up my throat. Kieran chuckled, his voice lowering. "She must feel so hideous now. She won’t even have the audacity to beg me to touch her. I’ll be yours only." Enough. I slammed my finger against the power button, shutting the phone off before I could hear another second of their sick, twisted game. As if taking my son away from me wasn’t enough. As if killing him, carving out his heart, and gifting it to their bastard daughter wasn’t enough.

I murmured, feeling his lips plant kisses on my neck, grinding harder on my dick. "No... not friends. No peace. But we might as well fuck... husband and all. And you know damn well I'm a slut; I'm sure Father made that clear. You look hot, and if you had stuck your dick in Father... I'd want it in me, too," he whispered, the words ever so sinful. My dick twitched against him, hard... Shit... Hadn't it fully been spent? "So answer me. Did he fucking kiss you?" he asked, staring deep into my eyes, hands crossed over my neck, his rock-hard dick pushing the panties up so that it might fucking rip off.

He demanded in a whisper, "I had already hurt you," I opened and roamed my eyes on his beautiful face. " Can I kiss you? " He asked. A smile appeared on my lips. He was asking for a kiss. I could allow him. I wanted to feel him. I nodded. He drew closer. His lips brushed on mine. My stomach tightened. Softly, he pressed his lips, moving slowly. Heat crawled my body. " Momma, Daddy. " Troy abruptly shouted, slapping his hand on the door. " F**k! Sometimes I forget. I'm a father of a kid. It really feels strange to have a kid without s**. " He whispered under his breath.

I approached him, without touching him, and asked. - Are you sure? - I'm not saying that I accepted you as a mate, but I can't stand being alone at the moment. The feeling of being dirty after what my father did to me is killing me. I know I'm being selfish and using you, but can you s... - I cut him off, bringing my lips to his. Our clothes are ripped from our bodies, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Under the warm water, I make love to him and feel my body relax. This time, Sonny's under control. We can't try to mark him this time.

I uttered as I stopped staring at him, fixing my eyes on Kyle's beauty. “What's going on?” she inquired as she walked up to us, “We're just having a father and son conversation, isn't it right, father?” I uttered as my father turned his eyes away from Kyle and walked back to the couch, fixing his attention on the movie he was watching. I could make him feel bad of himself by holding Kyle and kissing her for a very long time, but I didn't feel like doing it because it would make Kyle suspicious, and she would realize that I'm kissing her because of my father's presence.

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

He smiled when he saw the picture and knew his son’s spec was close to his so he thought to himself ‘like father like son’. Kelsey fell in love with Ariella immediately and Keith asked “Why is she far from you or did you just take a picture of a random beautiful girl?” Suddenly, there was an announcement for the boarding call. “I got to go Paps …. Sweet-Momma; love you”. Kevin said as he was glad to escape his dad’s questions. “Love you too baby” replied Kelsey “Love you Kev”…. Said Keith and he went ahead to tease him “So we’ll talk better or you can consult me for skills on how to pursue her”

I’d kissed that chin enough to know where the little crevice came from. He stood there looking at me, just as long as I stood there looking at him, and my brothers didn’t give me shit over it. If anything, they slipped back into the elevator, and as the doors slid closed, they left me alone with my son. My boy. I gritted my teeth as the urge to cry fucking hit me, but before I unmanned myself, before the big, hard ass mobster motherfucker wept like a goddamn baby, I heard the faintest of noises.

My son said before planting a sounding kiss on his cheek. When it's my turn, I was supposed to kiss him on the cheek too, but Clyde was quick on his move and planted a kiss on my lips before whispering words. “Take care Kitten.” I slapped him on the chest embarrassed when I saw Clair and Mikhail were watching us. I just nodded at him and headed to the black Mercedes car. Damn! He scored again! “Awe, brother you're disgustingly sweet?” Clair whispered. “ Take good care of my family, Claire and have fun.” He replied tapping her shoulder.

He kisses me softly but lingers for a minute while staring into my eyes and caressing my cheek with the palm of his hand. When he stands up, Jon leans down and kisses my cheek quickly before saying, “Mom, I love you. Get better. Jordan and I will make sure nothing will happen to you. Right?” He turns to Jordan, and he gives him a thumbs up before they turn to walk out the door.