Forced Kissed の小説・ストーリー

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

At one moment, he was standing in front of her, one hand on the back of her neck and the other around her waist, his lips meeting hers. Dysis gasped, her body trembling as she attempted to push him from. A chill enveloped her, making their already interlocked figures even more snug. To say that the kiss had restraint would have been an understatement; it was full of passion, desperate longing, and an anger she could not comprehend. His kiss tasted of whiskey: rich, smokey, and filled with gentle undertones of extremes.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

Her nibbles were playful yet assertive, each one eliciting a soft growl from Victor, who seemed more aroused with every touch. Victor then gave her what she wanted, kissing her with a wild sort of abandon that bordered on crazed. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer as his lips moved hungrily over hers. His intensity fueled her desire, and she bit down on the softest part of his lip, smiling at the metallic taste of his blood. When he ended the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. "You know you're weird, right? Having such a kink is weird," he teased, his voice husky.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.

There was no dominance but a call for remorse. "Your mind is made up but I hope you don't get upset with me in the morning," he said before meeting her lips with his. The kiss started soft, growing stronger and stronger as the towel fell from her chest. Andrew lowered his eyes, raking the perfect breasts with pink nipples hard as a rock, pointing at him. His hunger for her was unquenchable, as he lifted her gently, placing her on the bed.