Beth Reekles Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

Beth smiled and added, "Then just as the scene looked like it was going to end, the butch kissed the smaller girl." Beth then pressed her lips to the teen's and kissed her softly. Brittany sighed into the kiss, gripped Beth's hips tighter, and continued to rub herself against the older woman's thigh. Beth deepened the kiss and slid her tongue inside the teen's mouth. Brittany moaned into the kiss and began trailing her hands up and down the older woman's back. Keeping her thigh positioned between the girl's legs, Beth then reached around to swiftly untie the girl's top before tossing it away. With the teen's small tits now erotically exposed, Beth moaned into the kiss before bringing both ha

I closed my eyes, ready to have my fantasy become a reality. “Aiden?” A deep voice called. At his name, he turned and once again the spell was broken. My hand dropped to my side. I was beginning to think I was cursed when it came to kissing him. Ben, wearing khakis and a polo shirt and looking very professional was looking down at us from the path back to the resort. “I heard a shriek. Everything okay down there?” “Everything's fine,” Aiden assured him. I smiled at Ben, but I really just wanted to hit him. This was the second time he had interrupted a kiss.

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but my thoughts were all over the place and none of it felt real yet. “Aria!” I turned at the sound of my name and saw Sophia walking quickly toward me, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. “What was that?” she asked, slightly out of breath. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You just kissed a random guy.” “I know.” “In front of Ethan.” “I know.” She stared at me for a moment like she was trying to process everything she had just seen. “That was insane,” she said finally. I let out a small laugh, even though nothing about tonight felt funny. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she leaned in slightly and said, “But also… kind of iconic.”

Cal steps out of the bedroom with a playful grin on his face as he heads for Brooke, he scoops her up for a kiss and I love the fact that I don't get a pang of hurt inside me at the thought that I can't be with my mate yet, instead, I grin to myself knowing I can now kiss my mate anytime I want. As if she knew I was thinking about her, Beth steps out of her bedroom looking absolutely stunning as always. She's got a blue thin strap dress on that comes just above her knees and shows a little cleavage but not too much, don't get me wrong I want to see all of her but I don't want other males seeing them. She has some style of white sandals on and her hair is loosely curled hanging down her back,

She gave a subtle nod. Debby, a willowy blonde, stood up silently. She walked over to Brody, who stood with his hands slightly out. Without a word, she rose on her toes, cupped his face, and pulled him into a deep, searching kiss. It was less aggressive than Cassie’s, but no less intense, a slow, wet exploration. Brody’s hands came up, gripping her hips, feeling the fabric of her dress, the curve of her waist. The thirty seconds stretched, filled with the wet sound of their mouths, Brody’s low grunt, Debby’s soft sigh.

Rebecca suddenly grabbed the remote control and shut the TV off. "What are you doing? That's the best part!" Sheira yelled as she grabbed the remote control back from her and turned on the TV once again. Rebecca sighed with relief as soon as she realized that they already skipped the kissing scene because she turned the TV off even before the guy brushed his lips against the female protagonist. "What is wrong with you?" Sheira yelled as soon as she realized that that part was over before her eyes. "I'm saving you from fantasizing too well." Sheira threw the mini-pillow at her as a reply.

Tessa snatched it: "Kiss the person to your right for thirty seconds. Make it sloppy—tongues, hands, the works." Rebecca turned to Ethan on her right—my fucking teammate, the one with the tattoos snaking up his arms. She crawled into his lap without missing a beat, her hands fisting his hair as she crushed her mouth to his. Tongues visible, wet and aggressive, her hips grinding against his crotch like she was riding him. Ethan's hands roamed her back, dipping low to squeeze her ass, pulling her closer. "Fuck, Bec," he groaned into her mouth, one hand sliding up to cup her tit through the fabric. The kiss stretched, moans escaping, her body arching—thirty seconds my ass; it went on until Tess

We will not leave this club tonight; well, I won't leave until I tell her what a big jerk I have been. After drying myself and leaving her a little gift in her bag, I make my way back to the table where a somewhat shocked Mason is staring at me far too awkwardly, “Boss, did you seriously just kiss that Heather girl.” “Yes, in fact, I did. Now, do you have a problem with that?” Next thing comes Cassandra walking out of the dressing room, and Mason’s jaw drops, “Wait, what the fuck is going on here. Was that…?” He is trying to do the math in his head but yet fails to come to a conclusion, or at least that is what I thought. But yes, I do wish that I can punch him in the face as he speaks, “Is

They headed down to the beach where Kiara was wearing a swimsuit to seduce Brett who had to swim to the other side, a mini island that was only twenty meters away. Reid approached her and reached her wrist. “It’s not healed yet?” He asked. She shook her head as he looked at someone behind her. He then pulled her waist as he kissed her. She was shocked and she smacked him to stop him. Then, he grinned as Lewis covered his eyes. “Nice one,” Cara grinned. He raised his thumb at Cara, her sister. Hannah looked up at Reid as he kissed her forehead. “Watch me, okay?”

her smile was wide, and she didn’t hesitate when Cameron poured, slurping up the alcohol, licking up the salt and sucking on the lemon before kissing Rhett, sharing the mixture along with her tongue as she did so. Even as the kiss lingered, Cameron set up the next shot for Heath, and Aislen leaned back to watch as Heath took his shot. Between shots, they stripped clothing until Rhett was the most dressed of all of them, and Aislen straddled his hips, his c-ck nuzzling against her c-nt as she leaned over to suck her shot off of him. “F-k me,” he groaned not sure if it was a plea or an exclamation. She lifted, the lemon held in her teeth and took him into her as she sank down onto her heels.