Broppy Kiss Novels & Stories

I wouldn't deny the fact that I feel fly at this very moment. This was my very first kiss in my entire life, and I'm getting it from no one else but my brother's friend on his birthday. Suddenly I felt something ticklish intrude into my mouth, and it made me want to melt in his arms. Kyle didn't as much as give me space, he burrowed into my mouth and at the same time, he began to move his hands down my back and further down to my hips. This felt magical. I had no idea this is what it feels like to be kissed. I had played this scene over and over in my head, but I had no idea this was actually what it felt like.

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

Braden's gaze finally shifts to me, softening in a way that makes my stomach twist. "Baby, I'm so proud of you," he beams, but the warmth doesn't reach his eyes. His fingers grip my chin, tipping my face up, and before I can react, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is harsh, claiming, his hand tight on my jaw. I whimper in surprise, but Braden only presses harder, his tongue forcing my lips apart. The metallic taste of desperation floods my mouth, and my hands press against his chest, trying to push him back.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Which was new and confusing, I had no time to process what just happened because he repeated the action when he switched to the other breast. After paying enough attention to my breasts, he moved back up to my lips. I was tagging at his shirt. He pulled away and took it off without breaking eye contact and kissed me again. I moaned when I felt his n!pples brush against mine and our skins rubbing against each other. His hand moved down and began to rub through the fabric of my panties and I held onto his shoulder and dug my nails when I felt a build up.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

his lips brushing mine, feather like. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss deepened, my hands tangling through his silky hair. His tongue swept across my bottom lip, seeking permission. My lips parted, granting him access to explore as his large hands caressed my back, pulling me ever closer to him. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, nipping it lightly. A low growl of satisfaction eminated from his throat. Breathlessly breaking apart, Brodie continued his assult on my senses by continuing to kiss down my neck until he settled on the area that would be marked by my mate.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.