Danny Phantom Kiss Sam Novels & Stories

Sam suddenly felt like he was intoxicated, and so much so that he could not differentiate between dreams and reality. After who knows how long, Quinn finally pulled away, though she kept staring fixedly at Sam. He was docile for once, not moving and allowing her to kiss him as much as she wanted. "Is my kissing that bad?" she asked. Hell, no! He was excited he could explode and did not dare to respond because he might pin her down, and the rest went without saying…

They were acting arrogant now because of their big win, but it won't last. Maryjane rushed over, her grin big. “Girl, I saw Jessica storm out! What happened?” I smirked. “Dalton kissed me,” I said. “She didn’t like it.” My best friend gasped before laughing, loud and drawing attention to us but we didnt care. “You’re killing it, Sam! They can’t touch you.” I nodded, smirking. But as I turned to head to the bar, a voice called my name. “Samantha.”

He tightens his grip around my waist, pulls me close to his chest, and places a circular platinum Burmese pink sapphire ring on the same finger as Damen’s. It fits perfectly into his half-moon ring. Without a moment to think, Sam grabs the back of my neck and brings my head close to his. He drops his face close to my neckline and places kisses up it until he reaches my lips. My breath hitches slightly at the sweet sensation he provides me.

Samantha immediately dipped down her head and let her searing kiss become a balm to my soul as she lovingly slotted her lips with mine. “Too much ?” she asked as she tenderly nibbled my jaw. “Hmm. I want to hold you,” I whimpered. “Awww. You look so cute with swollen red lips, all teared up, needy and whiny,” she cooed as if she was not teasing me in the first place. “I wanna c*m,” I sobbed and Samantha removed my glasses before she kissed away my tears. “But we just got started, baby bird,” she softly said while sneakily grinding her luscious ass against my weeping d*ck.

Samantha’s POV: I gently placed my hand on Julian’s chest and pulled him away, breaking the kiss. His eyes searched mine, confusion and concern flickering across his face. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just…I don’t know if I’m ready to get intimate. At least, not yet.” His shoulders relaxed slightly, and he nodded, a faint, understanding smile tugging at his lips. “It’s okay, Samantha. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Layla’s POV I descended the stairs quietly, my feet making no sound on the thick carpet. The therapy equipment bag felt heavy on my shoulder, and I planned to store it in the hall closet before checking on Annie’s dinner preparations. But as I rounded the corner into the main hallway, I froze. Samuel and Charlotte stood locked in an embrace near the study door. Her face was buried against his chest, her shoulders shaking violently. His arms wrapped around her completely, one hand tangled in her short hair while the other pressed against her back.

SAMANTHA My heart was pounding so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think. I knew it was a bad idea, but I let Liam kiss me anyway. “Sam,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I need closure. I love you. I know you’ll always choose Mason… but just one last kiss.” I opened my mouth, my voice barely holding. “We can’t. Our friendship—” “Shh…” he whispered. And then his lips were on mine.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

I shrugged. “Thank you for that.” He smiled, but it felt so distant. That was when I remembered that we are nothing but mere strangers. “Let’s meet up if fate wants us to.” He smiled, totally unaware that I could easily make up this so-called fate by swinging by his restaurant and stuff, but I didn’t say that out loud since that could totally make myself sound like a creep. “Yay to fate!” I chuckled as I said that. “Bye, Sam.” Dean said, as he hurried to leave.