Beauty Beast Kiss Novels & Stories

Once she was done, she sat up, moving closer to me, and kept her legs in place. “Kiss,” She said, puckering her lips at me. I smiled and reached in pressing my lips to her, softly. Becca’s smile grew as we kissed. It stayed a soft kiss, gentle but yet passionate too. It wasn’t our usually kissing. It felt nice, though. I slipped one hand into her hair and rested the other on her cheek. Becca held onto my arm, resting her other hand on my chest. Mmm, her lips always felt and tasted good. I was addicted to them.

I ask, my voice gruff, "Do you like watching me stroke my cock?" "Yes," She barely whispers before she begins to moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Beckett gently bites her already sensitive thighs and then licks away the pain. I watch, captivated, as Katrina tries to adjust her placement on Beckett's face. Beckett has a firm grip on her ass; I can see where his nails are digging in, and I know she will have his nail marks imprinted by the time he's done. He continues to bite and kiss her inner thighs, placing the gentlest kiss on her mound once he reaches it. Katrina thrusts forward at the contact, and I hear Beckett's low chuckle.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

I don’t know how relationships work normally, how long is considered a long enough time before a person gives themselves fully to another, but at this moment, I feel ready to do just that. I feel him harden below me as I press myself closer and the sensation of his hands brushing the skin on my waist is driving me crazy. I pour everything into my kiss, wanting him to know just how much I need him, nothing else, just him. As the kiss becomes more passionate his grip intensifies to an almost painful level, but I love it, the rawness of it is exactly what I need. I don’t want morals or sensible thought to get in the way of this because I know that if either of us stops to think about what we ar

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

The blind master happily met his ardent new disciples with a Buddhist greeting: a kata gassho (single open palm) in front of his chest and a slight bow. “Very well,” Koumori-shishou said. “Sasha, we need to get to that section of the beach fast. Can I rely on you?” “I thought you’d never ask, shishou!” Sasha made the hand seal of Rin the Diamond Thunderbolt to summon the Umikumajutsu (Sea Bear) so the Great White Bear would lend him its boundless strength and swimming prowess. But Koumori-shishou interrupted him with a gentle ah ah ah.

I growled, leaning in to kiss her, "I'm going to teach you how to kiss." Before she could react, I was on her, claiming her mouth in a possessive, hungry kiss. She gasped, her eyes wide and startled as she met mine, then she closed them, letting her head fall back as her lips parted, letting me inside. My tongue slid against hers, tasting, exploring, taking my time to savor her. Her scent crashed over me, that fresh, flowery scent, like spring. And her skin tasted sweet and clean. And so fucking soft.

The gentle evening breeze ruffles Jaja's long, brunette hair, her brown eyes locked on mine. Her face lights up like a lightbulb, her hands flying up to cup her cheeks as she asks, "You really think I'm beautiful?" I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of confidence within me, and reply, "It's not a matter of opinion, sweetheart. You are, without a doubt, the embodiment of beauty." My tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. Our faces draw closer, as if pulled together by an invisible force. And then, BAM! Our lips collide in a fiery kiss. Jaja's lips are like vanilla-flavored butter, creamy and decadent, sending a shiver dancing up my spine.

What we knew was that she was not for anyone else’s eyes. And I needed her to know that. She was not for their eyes. The decision to kiss her was not a conscious one. Hell! It was not a decision at all. It was my beast taking over. I was no longer in control. Right now both of us, my beast & I, were relishing this kiss. The fact she was totally clueless and inexperienced just made the whole thing more enticing. The kiss was the answer to all my pent-up lust, passion, and obsession.