Choke Kisses Novels & Stories

We kissed again, slower, his free hand coming up to wrap around my throat—not tight, just enough pressure to make my head swim, oxygen teasing at the edges. The choke was gentle at first, his palm warm against my pulse, thumb stroking my jaw. 'You like that? My hand on your neck while I finger your tight ass?' I nodded frantically, cock twitching in his grip as he jerked me off in time with his thrusts. Pre-cum leaked steadily, making his strokes glide easy.

His mouth crashed onto mine in a dark, possessive kiss, tongue forcing past my lips to share the taste of my own cum. It was brutal, all teeth and dominance, his hand wrapping around my throat in a firm choke—not enough to cut air, but enough to make my head spin, to remind me who held the power. He squeezed, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, growling into my mouth as his hips ground up, his hard cock pressing insistently against my oversensitive folds. I melted into it, hands clutching his shoulders, lost in the haze of his claim.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

Running my tongue against her ass entrance she shudders, firmly holding on to the shelf, knocking more books down. Watching as she turn around, I stand up and step back. I pull out the white handkerchief in my back pocket and wipe my face with it and crouch to clean her entrance gently. Getting back on my feet, “Fuck! You are a whole snack.” I growl in her ears as I lean above her. “ A very sweet snack.” Placing a tender kiss on her lips. “ I’ve never tasted anything so good.” Smirking mischievously, she grabs a fistful of my Shirt and pull me closer, surprising me with a hungry, passionate kiss. “This may be your last meal, Chase Waldron.” Her tongue in my mouth as she tastes herself.

In an explosive surge of redirected agony, he reached out, cupping the back of Chloe’s head, and crashed his lips onto hers with precise, desperate violence. Chloe stiffened for a heartbeat, but she didn't pull away. She treated the kiss as a distraction—his way of managing a pain that would have unmade a lesser man. She kept her focus on her fingertip, navigating the slick interior of the wound until she felt the tell-tale scratch of glass. One piece. Two. She extracted them both. The kiss lasted for an eternity. Chloe remained a ghost in the encounter—a detached observer of his greedy, frantic looting of her mouth. She offered no resistance, but she gave no response. She was a statue of fl

Stop being a knob and realize I am here to help you! Lazarus shouts, and my eyebrows lift. Chloe's eyes are still on me, waiting for my response, so I do the only thing that makes sense, I kiss her. I hold absolutely nothing back. I kiss her like I have fantasized for years. I squeeze and massage her juicy tits. I press my body into her so she can feel just how excited I am. I wrestle her tongue with my own. I go as far as touching her pussy through her leggings before finally coming up for air.

She starts kissing me from my neck to my chest and her way to tease me on my nipple and grab on my member is making me hard though I am already on the edge during the time I was eating her. ... .. . Chloe's pov - I felt the divine moment of my life but it's not the end. It's just the start. I kneel down while I trailed kisses his front body part. His every abs are perfect to be played and I end up giving so many rough kisses to him. My hand touches his rod through his pants and I can imagine that his size is going to be something that will make me cry during his encounter with my vagina.

he muttered. That was less of Chloe's concerns, she was more obsessed about having to taste a good sex for a long time now. She claimed his lips first, stopping him from uttering another word. She was just so hungry for the kiss, as it grew from passionate to intimacy. The way they rushed at each other could leave injuries on their lips. Chloe sucked his lips as though she was licking a lollipop, taking her tongue into his mouth in order to savor all of his taste, she couldn't risk to even miss a single taste, from him.

Kelvin’s lips sealed Chloe’s lips and stopped her from talking before she could react. “No…” Kelvin kissed Chloe repeatedly on her lips. He sucked her lips lightly and enjoyed how Chloe tasted. His kisses were on her chin, her neck, and on her shoulder that was exposed since don’t-know-when. Chloe's shirt was half-opened. The cold wind blew into the room, but no one felt cold. Chloe’s body felt warm. She knew she was wide awake, but Chloe lost control over her own body as if she was under the influence of alcohol.