Bad New Kiss Novels & Stories

“Yes and I love it. You both looked hot. Like, ‘heatwave in December hot.’ That kiss was the highlight of my week.” I slapped a hand over my face. “Stop. Please.” “I knew you were a good kisser, but I didn’t know you were that bad.” I looked at her between my fingers. “Jeez, thanks.” She patted my back. “I meant that as a compliment. The best kisses were messy. Like, out of control, more like I forgot my own name kind of thing. That was passionate, babe.” I groaned funnily. “Oh and someone made a meme already,” she added helpfully. “Look—it’s a side-by-side of your kiss.”

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

Leo flashed me his confident, bad boy billionaire smile that made all this business deals fall into place. I nodded, afraid my voice would come out as a high-pitched adolescent squeak. Leo chuckled, pulling me to him and kissing me. I closed my eyes, soaking up the moment. Spray from the shower reminded me of our waterfall kiss from the day before and my body heated in response. “All the other girls are going to be so jealous,” I said once he released me from his kiss. “They should be,” he replied with a cocky grin. I laughed, letting the sound echo around the shower for a moment. “What do you want to do today, boyfriend?”

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

Then again it had worked out for the best because that was the first time he'd kissed me. He'd looked right into my eyes then and stolen my heart with one touch of his lips against mine. I almost ate the poor man's face off so green was I. It was the first time anyone had ever kissed me and boy was I not prepared. He did everything just right, from the way he held my head in his hands, the slow way he moved in while keeping eye contact and then that first tentative brush of lips. He'd nibbled on my bottom lip once, twice, three times, and then he'd taken my tongue into his mouth and suckled. After that my panties were pretty much useless.

“You've been a real bitch this week! Ever since we…” “What?” Willow challenged. “Kissed and our dance too! Did it fuck you up that much?” “Oh don't flatter yourself, it wasn't even that good of a kiss!” I was kind of offended. It was a very good intense kiss! “My kissing is stellar and that kiss was hot!” “Personally it left me cold.” Willow said harshly. “That kiss was nothing.” “If it was, it was probably because of your sloppy kissing!” I shot back. She gasped. “I'm a great kisser!”

The kiss grew more intense, their hearts racing with excitement, their love for each other igniting a flame that burned brighter with every passing second. As they broke apart for air, Noah gazed up at Hazel, his eyes filled with adoration. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Hazel's eyes shone with love, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, Noah." *Girl you’re bad* Mia said from her head Hazel's eyes sparkled with amusement, her cheeks flushing slightly at Mia's teasing comment. She didn't need to respond, her love for Noah evident in the way she gazed at him, her heart beating solely for him.

Screwed up big time. The kiss is...awful. I've heard the girls talk and whisper, they said how good he was. I don't think he is. His lips are too aggressive. I don't like it. They are too dominant. With Chase, our lips would move in sync with each other, it was perfect.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

"What's so bad about you?" His lips quirk at the corner and I can't help myself. I kiss him. Hard. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, then plunge my tongue inside, claiming him for myself. A small groan releases from his throat sending shockwaves of pleasure through my soul. Forget good. I don't want to be good. I want to be bad.