Broppy Kiss Novels & Stories

I nodded. “I love you” Brody breathed out as he lips met mine again. This time the kiss was rushed and passionate. I moaned into the kiss as Brody’s hands ran up my thighs slowly. As his tongue licked at my bottom lip, I opened my mouth to allow him access and he groaned in delight.

“Don’t kiss you?” Before Bree could answer, Jenn’s mouth crashed onto hers, rough and raw, tongues colliding. Bree whimpered into the kiss, her small voice muffled, trying to protest and melting all at once. Jenn groaned, dragging the kiss out, saliva slicking between them. She pulled back just enough to whisper against Bree’s lips, “Say you don’t like it.” Bree’s breath shook. “…I…” Jenn ground her thigh harder, her grip on Bree’s wrists unrelenting. Bree’s head tipped back against the wall with a small, broken gasp.

he asked again "Can I tell you something first" "yes you can" "I left my number on F******k so you could call me" "I see, that very clever of you, so can I get a kiss now" moving more closely to her she closed the distance and pressed her lips on his, Bryan closed his eyes as he savored hers, the taste of the food they ate was in her mouth and he enjoyed it even better "Bryan" she cautioned when his hand lifted her skirt up

They stared at each other for a minute. Tiffie placed her finger in between his lips. Then, Bobby brushed it away in order to claim her lips. He could smell the sweet and nutty taste of dark chocolate bourbon that she had last time. When she opened her mouth, they shared the sweet and tender taste. It’s sweeter than the chocolates. Tiffie’s heart pounded fast as she felt the kisses growing intensely. The fire went out when Bobby broke the kiss. A few moments later, Bobby carried her to the vacant table. Tiffie still felt the dizziness from the thrill of kissing Bobby.

Poppy was quietly amazed and captivated by the unusual sensation she had just experienced for the first time. The kiss felt lovely, yet it was completely different from the intercourse they used to do every night, and it was exciting. Robin's lips were surprisingly soft and dense. Poppy unintentionally nipped his bottom lip teasingly, causing Robin to groan softly. “Sweet...,” Robin muttered after abruptly pulling his lips away. His voice was heavy and deep, but it did not seem menacing.

Alisa I'd read about it in those old romance novels others left lying around. I'd seen movies. I understood the dynamics of kissing, but under Zakh's rough touch, his hungry lips, I felt like an ignorant fool, glad to learn how this actually worked. He brushed his lips over mine in a hard sweep, and the rub only enticed me to want it again. I gasped, reaching up to chase the thrill of his mouth on mine, his tongue tasting me, his hot breaths mixed with mine.

If this is how he plans on stopping me from making a fool of myself, he is free to stop me from talking nonsense anytime he wants to. I lean into the kiss and cradle his face in my hands. I run the pads of my fingers over the scruff of his jaw. I gasp at the tingles it causes running straight through my blood. Brody slides his tongue along the seam of my lips and I open for him. He dips his tongue into my mouth as I suck on his bottom lip. He growls into my mouth and suddenly his kiss grows hungry and demanding. I feel the demand all the way to my core.

she admitted. “There’s nothing to be nervous about around me. I’ll love you even if you give me a sloppy kiss,” he chuckled, waiting expectantly. Brooklyn rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t give sloppy kisses, okay. I can kiss more passionately than you,” she said, giving him an insulted look. Nikolas raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

Arya: When I say Devon Brookes is a good kisser, I wasn’t joking about that. Hands planted behind my waist, his steady body towering over mine and that deep kiss that has my knees buckling, I am transported to years ago, but this feels...somewhat different. The intensity of fireworks exploding in the pit of my stomach is enough to light up New York. Everything begins to blur, I can barely make out the shape of others as his hand is still around mine. I go on my tiptoes, digging my hand is his dark short curls, just when I want to dig deeper, he stops the kiss.

Bobby pushed against her, encouraging her exploration. Their kiss became more aggressive, tongues mingling in a wild dance of passion. Bobby slipped his hand under her blouse and into her bra. His fingers squeezed and massaged the naked flesh. He rubbed his fingertip over her nipple, eliciting moans from Meg. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and jerked him off through his pants.