Choke Kisses Novels & Stories

While she was trying to figure out what was going on, he plunged his mouth into hers. She gasped, and he dove in, exploring the deepest part of her mouth with his tongue. "Oh my god! He was French kissing her, and because it was her first time, Grace forgot to breathe and choked. "Are you alright?" he pulled back almost immediately and asked with a puzzled expression. "Are you trying to kill me?" Grace asked, lost and confused. What was that? A kiss or a death sentence?

Then he suddenly touched her face. Surprised, Chloe looked at him as he squeezed her cheeks and she looked cute. Looking at him annoyed, she asked him, "What are you doing? Ezz." "Giving you my medicine to change your mood." "What?" Chloe with wide eyes saw him leaning close. Her eyes widened more the moment he kissed her. Chloe felt something from her heart fall and she didn't want to pick it up. Nervous , she blinked her eyes and saw he was passionately kissing her. Slowly she closed her eyes and her hand reached the corner of his shirt.

He throws the needle into the garbage, wraps his hand around my throat, and claims my lips, kissing me forcefully—and I don't fight it this time. Breaking the kiss, I gasp for air, trying to breathe through the tightness from his hand around my throat. He grins at me, pulling his cock out of his pants, pushing my lingerie to the side. Without warning, he slides into my pussy, stretching me out with his huge size as the barbells in his shaft scrape against my walls. He says nothing as he fucks me, choking me while staring into my eyes, causing me to notice something dark swirling in his—but I'll never ask what's wrong. It's not like he'll tell me anyway.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

Her body is tense as I move against her, getting her accustomed to my size. The thunder rumbles overhead, a soundtrack to the passion that’s unfurling between us. I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting hers, exploring, tasting, savoring the sweetness that is uniquely Chloe Jane. I’m kissing her not just with my lips, but with every part of me that’s been holding back, every part that’s been aching to claim her as mine. She moans into the kiss, and I take advantage, my mouth moving over hers with a newfound urgency. The sensation of her lips moving against mine, the way she clings to me as if she never wants to let go, it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Chase sees it’s me on the other side of the door then he grabs my hand, drags me back into the study, and pushes me up against the door. “Does your lipstick smudge?” Chase asks me, I shake my head in response, “Thank fuck for smudge proof makeup,” and with that statement, his lips crashes to mine in a long, hard, desperate kiss. Our hands roam over every inch of each other while our tongues entwine together as Chase uses his strength to keep me help upright against the door. A moan escapes my lips and it’s then when the kiss breaks apart. We stare at each other panting hard, like we both ran a marathon. Chase rests his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes and just take each other

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

His large, strong hands came up and gripped my waist tightly, pulling me flush against his hard chest until there was absolutely no space left between us. His lips were incredibly soft, warm, and demanding. He tasted like the champagne he had been sipping. He didn't just hold still; he actively leaned into the kiss, tilting his head to press his mouth deeper against mine. It wasn't a light, polite kiss for show. It was a deep, passionate, heart-stopping kiss that made my soul shake.

he asked against my lips and I smiled, touching my tongue with his. “Nice,” I whispered and our lips continued moving together at the same pace. His hands held my face before one of them wrapped itself around my neck and I pulled away from the kiss smiling. “I didn’t know you liked choking,” I said and he smiled and pressed his lips more onto mine, his kiss suddenly became rushed before I moaned out warningly and he went slower. His hand slipped under the shirt I was wearing and tugged at my nipples, okay, I guess I can allow him to touch my boobs. He pinched and pulled my nipple and I separated my lips from his.