42 Kiss His Son Novels & Stories

Killian paused, his reaction delayed for a moment, and then deepened the kiss, his hand gently finding my lower back and guiding me closer. It was a soft exchange, unlike the passionate one we’d shared in his room. I didn’t understand why I did it, only that I’d been tempted by his proximity. “It’s done!” Domi’s voice cut through the air. “Mommy, come see!” We broke the kiss at once, and I stepped back, my breathing shaky as I gazed up at Killian. “Coming,” I called to Domi weakly. After giving Killian one last lingering look, I headed toward our son and tried not to think about how much I wanted to keep kissing him.

And so the days passed slowly, tormenting him. --- Gabriel was tidying his desk, preparing to end the workday, when he heard his son’s voice calling from the doorway. When he turned around, he noticed the young man looked somewhat disheveled, as if he were slightly drunk. He walked into the office with a mischievous smile on his lips and said: "Dad, I lined up some hotties for us to hook up with. Let’s go. I’ll share." Gabriel frowned, unable to believe what he was hearing.

* Elena stared at the screen. Then a second message arrived beneath it. Same number. Immediate. *James Knight had a son. Not Alexander. Another one. Older. Hidden.* *He has been watching everything.* *And he wants the compass.

I hesitated, unsure of how to break the news to her. But before I could say anything, she saw the look in my eyes and her expression changed. "Is it about the baby?" she asked, her voice trembling. I shook my head. "No, mi amor. It's not about the baby. It's about...something from my past." Isabella's eyes narrowed. "What is it?" she asked, her voice insistent. I took a deep breath, knowing I had to tell her. "I have a son," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth.

When I left the room, it finally hit me that a three-year relationship was over. "Wow, you've got a pretty firm grip," the young guy said, his soft voice snapping me back to reality. I realized I had dragged him halfway down the hallway. I quickly let go and apologized, preparing to leave, but he grabbed my arm. However, he held onto me. "You can't just kiss a guy like that and leave. You owe me now." Suddenly, the autumn air felt much hotter than it should have. His stare was so intense, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I could not help but wonder if he was planning to use this incident to leech off me.

His children would be birthed from her. This pussy was his, just like she was. With a hungry hum, he raked his tongue up her juicy slit, gratified when she bent her knees wider for him as he continued kissing his way up her body. He lingered on her belly, letting her know that he loved her and he loved their son. Then he wended his way back to her breasts, curling his tongue around them as he pressed a pair of fingers inside her and teased her distended clit with his thumb.

Their kisses turned heavy, breathy, and messier with each tilt of their heads. He knew what he was doing. He was kissing his son’s girlfriend, but some twisted logic kept him going. Maybe he wasn’t a bad father. Maybe, somehow, this would help Peter. Maybe he could teach them both. That excuse would have to do, because he wasn’t stopping. “Good girl,” Ron breathed out between kisses. “More, sir. Please.” He chuckled, brushing his lips over hers again. “You’ll get more.”

She kisses his chest, tracing her kiss to his cock. Hayden rests on his forearms to watch her, but just as she holds his member in her grip, they hear a small knock on the door, making them both flinch. “Excuse me, Alpha, but your son has been crying to see you both,” the person behind the door says.

I snarl. “You do what you are best at. You are Mason Marshall, the badass rebel. So rebel against him,” he encourages. I turn to face him and see the fierce determination behind his eyes. My eyes move to his slightly parted lips. “Boys don’t kiss boys,” I whisper, echoing my father's words. Then I bring my mouth to his, kissing him until those words become irrelevant. His erection presses against my leg and I reach for it, gliding my hand up and down his length. His hand wraps around my own erection and I flinch at his touch breaking the kiss as I allow my focus to slip.

I want her to feel how much I want her, not just today or tomorrow, but forever, for always. I’m lost in her scent, her taste, the feel of her lips against mine. I nip at her bottom lip seeking entrance until her lips part and I slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. One hand slides into her soft hair, while the other pulls her tightly against me. I never want this kiss to end. I’ve forgotten everything but her until I hear the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. I’m suddenly brought back to reality and realize that I’m kissing Clint Nelson’s daughter with a passion no parent wants to see right in front of him. And not just him, my father as well.