Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

bottom lip, my whole face flushing as I tried to say something, anything. I really never have been good at taking compliments and- “Fuck.” He suddenly whispered, lust suddenly filling his eyes before his lips crashed onto mine roughly. This time, I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his neck as one of his hands trailed up my hips, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. How was he able to make me feel so good with just under a small touch? I felt his fingers graze around my bra before they moved down to my thighs and an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips when he grabbed my inner thigh, his breathing only getting heavier as our bodies pulled each other closer. “Dr-dr

Red lights glow, and the air is thick with whiskey and want. Twelve masked bidders lounge like predators, their paddles twitching. I sit front row, legs crossed, blazer buttoned to my throat, diamond choker glinting like a collar I’d never wear. I’m here to watch, to feed the secret itch that’s haunted me for years: What if I let go? Just once? Then he steps out. Silas, Ghost to those who whisper his name, materializes like a fever dream. He is shirtless. Inked skin ripples over muscle.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

He stood near the edge of the Bellagio ballroom and watched. She walked up to the Ghost at the bar. Said something that made Michealson go completely still with the particular stillness of a man who had been ambushed by something he wanted. Then Michealson kissed her, in front of everyone, deliberately. Staking his claim for the cameras and the whisperers and anyone who had any remaining doubt. The bar hummed with women murmuring about the Ghost and his girl. Michael set his empty glass against the nearest waiter's chest without looking at him and walked out.

Heat pooled between her legs before he even gave another command. Ghost has tipped $7,000. Ghost: Touch your breasts first. Slowly. Pinch your nipples the way you actually like it, not for the camera. Aria slid her hands up and obeyed. Her nipples hardened instantly under the lace. She pinched and rolled them, a soft gasp escaping her lips. This time she didn’t exaggerate. She let herself feel it. Ghost: Good girl. Now lower. Pull the lace aside and show me how wet you already are.

One hand stroked my pulsing nub, and his other snaked under my jaw, forcing me to submit. Ghost sank his teeth into my flesh as I climaxed, throwing him into his release. Our auras formed a tornado around us, keeping us upright. Pleasure fueled our continued union as the waves shook our core. Silent screams stole our breath while our hearts beat as one. Ghost slowly licked my wound while turning me towards him. His mouth latched onto mine, and we kissed into a frenzy. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving his erection access. This time, he entered slowly, feeling every pulse of my clenching walls.

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

Then he kissed me, letting his hands roam all over me. The bed sunk in as another figure crawled in next to us. Green’s hand found my nips, and began to toy with it. My head was spinning. Cinnamon didn’t stop kissing me, neither did his fingers stop their exploration. I felt him move straight to my cunt, stopping at the entrance and circling his thumb around…not for long as his fingers immediately slid in without warning. I was moaning into his lips. His pace quickened….I squirmed, curled my toes and tossed.

Gage's hands grasped her hips, guiding her movements, his own body responding to hers. They kissed, and Nicole's and Gage's moans mingled together, their passion-filled sounds echoing through the air. Their lips remained locked, their tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. Their bodies moved in sync, Nicole's hips swaying back and forth as Gage's hands guided her. He was moving with her, his own body responding to her rhythm. Together, they created a sensual dance, their movements fluid and effortless. The kiss deepened, their passion growing with each passing moment. Nicole felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body surrendering to the pleasure. Gage's movements became more