Broppy Kiss Novels & Stories

“Oh. That’s… not what I expected.” Especially since I was too busy worrying about someone else kissing my man, I didn’t think about me having to kiss someone else. Brody and I exchange awkward glances. We’re side-by-side, and we both look deeply unexcited. With a hesitant lean, we give each other a quick, closed-mouth peck that feels about as romantic as a wet sponge. The room erupts into cheers and whistles. “God,” I say, wiping my mouth. “That was like kissing my brother.”

They were a deep pink set that had beards surrounding them. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to. He brought his lips closer to mine and kissed me. His lips were both soft and firm. They were full. My lips blended with his in a slow kiss that seemed to be taking forever. I leaned closer to him and let his tongue roam my mouth. From what I saw, Brody was a soft kisser through and through. As the intensity of our arousal rose, he still maintained his pace. I could feel his heightened hunger from the way he dug his fingers into my bark. He moaned in my mouth and angled his head for a deeper plunge into my mouth.

“You don’t have any gag reflex at all, do you?” She managed to approximate a vocalized “nuh-uh” response, despite the fact that my crown was all but grazing her tonsils. Just then, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and there she was, delectably buxom Brittany! Her face was all pinkened up from the noontime heat. The slightly woozy smile on her face had clearly been fueled by vodka and lust. “Hey, there. May I kiss you?” she asked. My lips met hers, and we made out tenderly—even a bit tentatively at first.

As he was kissing her, he starts moving inside of her. Maya screams…groans…kissing…the building enjoyment driving her insane with continuous building ecstasy. He bends his fluid body in such a manner allowing her to ride him from the front. He stayed hard…he stayed in length…hitting the mark repeatedly watching her breaking out in rapture… “Maya….”

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

His grip tightened on my wrist, forcing me closer, still crushing any space between us. When I instinctively resisted, my lips pressed tightly together, he bit down, hard, on my lower lip. A sharp sting, then the metallic tang of blood. He used the pain, the shock, to force my lips apart, his tongue invading, plundering. It wasn’t a kiss; it was an act of devouring, of claiming, a brutal consumption of my very essence.

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The kiss is anything but gentle. Instead, it breaks into me, stealing the breath from my lungs until I feel the need to come up for air. Adonis grabs me, hands feeling my body all around until my skin comes alive under his touch. To my surprise, I don’t push him away. I pulled him closer……not because of the cameras, or the people around us……but because I want to kiss him like this. The reality strikes me hot; Adonis tenses under my fingertips when I reach for the back of his neck.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

He said before kissing me, I could not lie down because of his tight grip on me. And just like his favorite thing to do, he bit what he sucked on my lower lip again. It's a bit painful, but heck, hehe. The movement of his lips became even slower but also a bit violent, wao. I clung so tightly to his clothes when he bit my lip. "Aray, it hurts ah!" My complaint. He just smiled and kissed my cheek. I blushed when his kiss fell on my neck, I closed my eyes when he sucked it too. I beat him lightly and covered the part of my neck with a chikinini ata.