Broppy Kiss Novels & Stories

"I can't wait to try it, baby." "It'll be ready in about 10 minutes. Do you need anything? Are you hurting?" "I'm fine, baby. I don't need anything. Well, actually there is one thing I need." "Tell me and I'll get it for you." "A kiss." Brooks smiled at me and leaned down over me. He place his lips against mine and held my lips in a passionate kiss. When he pulled back, I started blushing. "I love that I still make you blush with just a kiss."

She meant it literally when she called Trevor her fuck buddy. “Have you never seen two people kiss?” Poppy teased. “I mean… not in a school cafeteria,” I said. “Hmmn. You look so flushed. Are you a virgin?” Elodie asked, her question making my cheeks flush even more. “Unfortunately, I don’t even know how to kiss,” I said, dropping my head in embarrassment. “It’s okay. I’m a boy virgin too, and I can teach you how to kiss,” Poppy said. “Boy virgin?” I frowned.

He asks before kissing me softly at first. As I break the kiss, I say it again louder this time and elaborate, “Please, I need you to make love to me right now, no questions asked.” He nods and then scoops me up while devouring my mouth rather harshly. Our teeth gnash against each other and then he bites my lower lip and tugs on it. When I glance up into his eyes, they are ablaze with desire, and I know full well that nothing could stop him now from doing exactly what I have asked.

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:

A hiss tore from him, "Fuck, Poppy," as I captured his mouth, not tentative but devouring: my lips parting from his and our tongue delving deeper, slicker and hotter, tasting the faint mint of his gum mixed with the raw edge of desire. Our kiss was messy, I mean real teeth nipping.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

His big hand wraps around my neck but he doesn't squeeze. He pulls me in closer and he takes my lips by surprise. The kiss isn't passionate, but rough and rushed, and dominating. He kisses me with so much anger. He bites my lip, nibbling at the soft bottom as he chokes me this time. I try to breathe but he doesn't let me as his lips move against mine. I moan this time, making him bite my lip harder.

“Do you want me?” I ask against his lips. Bram responds with an annoyed sound that makes me laugh, his fresh breath on my mouth, “I want you too. I want to keep being best friends… friends who kiss sometimes. I won’t try to tie you down, I promise. I can be chill too, I think. We can be fuck buddies.”

Chim whispered hotly against my ear, his lips brushing the shell. I nodded, trembling. Bobby’s hands roamed over my chest, his fingers teasing my nipples until a gasp slipped out. “Do you wanna know the surprise now?” he murmured. “Y-yes,” I breathed, my cock now fully hard and throbbing. Eddie leaned in first, our lips finally crashing together. The kiss started slow but quickly turned hungry — tongues sliding deep, wet, and insistent. He tasted like sin. I moaned into his mouth, my hips grinding forward instinctively.

he said softly, but sternly. "You make me angry," Brooklyn said and clenched her hands into fists. She was confused about his touch. She was scared, but he also calmed her. "You don't keep me calm either," Harry said and Brooklyn gulped as he leaned closer. "Harry-" "What?" "Don't," Brooklyn whispered. "Don't what?" Harry asked. "Kiss me," Brooklyn gulped. "And why shouldn't I?" Harry wondered. "Because I don't want you too." "No, you just don't want to kiss back. But you will."