A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

He whispered the last part, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my lips. "I'm going to kiss you now," He said and before I could say no because I was planning to, I knew he wanted to drink me, but his lips already captured mine in a kiss that took my breath away, his kiss was gentle, passionate stealing my fear away and only to replace it with the desire to feel his lips on mine, his hand gripping me so tightly like he was afraid I'll disappear, my thoughts were clouded with nothing else but him and how good it felt to have him kiss me like this until he bit hard on my lips drawing out blood which he sucked we eagerly while moaning into my mouth.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“A business associate. Sometimes my husband has me do these deals for him. Says I can be persuasive…” I looked her up and down, from her perfect tits to her perfect legs. She could get anything she wanted, flaunting her sexiness like that. “I bet.” I pulled out my wallet and left the cash on the table. I also pulled out a business card, a single white card with a black skull on the back. “Call me if you change your mind. I’d be happy to be your next climax.” I scooted to the very edge of the stool, leaned forward, and then scooped my hand into those luscious black strands. I gripped the back of her hair tightly before I pressed my mouth lightly against hers. Plump and soft, her lips tasted l

" . . Candy? —Caramelized toffee and dark chocolate. Her lips are placed against the glass, and she takes a sip. Fuck you . Her throat works as she swallows the liquor. I want to taste it on her lips. Hell, I just want to taste her. I lean in, not even fully aware of my movement but spurred on by the need to taste my favorite Irish whiskey from her rather than the glass. But she freezes, and so do I. His brown eyes widen. “Holy shit, that's a good thing. My chest shakes as a laugh breaks free. “Damn, you're a good opportunity for me to taste the drink on your lips. Her mouth curves into a smile as she lifts her glass and takes small sips again. This time, she swallows more, and my cock throb

My eyes drift, and I see Liam standing at the far end, his hands in his pockets, his face emotionless as he strides toward us. I catch a glimpse of Greg sitting on a bar stool at the mini bar. He’s holding a glass, probably filled with whiskey, and his eyes are fixed on us. Liam stops just inches from me. Suddenly, he pulls me into his arms, cups my face, and locks his lips with mine in a kiss. This is no ordinary kiss. It’s a deep, passionate French kiss. Liam bites my lip, making me moan. He pries my mouth open and sucks on my tongue, exploring every inch of it.

" He mumbled once more. He wanted it as much as I did. "Want this kiss?" I sought his permission, wrapping my hands around his neck. "Depends. I have to take eleven shots of beer if I refuse. Maybe, it's worth the risk." He shrugged. I closed my eyes as he leaned towards me, ready to connect our lips. I did not care about how long the kiss was supposed to last, instead I paid attention to how it tasted so great. He'd recently had a mint flavoured substance I could tell. I supported our intense lip sucking by cupping his cheeks in my hand while he placed his hand on my waist.

he whispers, his lips laying a kiss on the side of my neck. Pulling back from our hug I grin, I could smell the liquor on him. Without thinking, I kiss him, his lips welcoming me with lust and starvation. I've wondered what kissing him would be like, and it's just like I thought, his lips are soft, his tongue fast, and he tastes of Scotch liquor. Pulling back Cassian watches me with wide eyes. “For good performance.” I tell him, swiping my tongue over my lips. “Thanks for the scotch, enjoy the show Cass.” I wink.

Xander I did not want to stop swallowing her lips. The taste, the softness and her light moans was making my little guy rise to the occasion. I knew i should not have made the first move immediately i walked in but the sight of that perfect body and those glossed lips was something i could not resist. I was happy that she consented to the kiss, the way she responded and matched my pace was incredible. “What drink would you want?” “What drinks do you have?”