Gregory X Cassie Kiss Novels & Stories

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I asked Kier. “Oh yes Miss Young, didn’t I mention? But that will just be for the cover of the magazine, but you’ll have your frame like what we’ve discussed earlier.” Kier nervously replied. “Alright, this would be so much fun for sure.” I chuckled. Cassie’s eyes landed on me, while Achilles was still fixing his makeup by the artist. “Hi Cassie, we’ve met again.” I wink at her, and of course, as expected she walks towards me for a kiss on the cheeks which didn’t happen like how it used to be when her lips didn’t touch my skin, which is a good decision of her.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

"How could I be when you're ecstatic? This is good for your career. We'll have our night together soon?" "It's a date!" Cassie stood and leaned in for a kiss. When their lips met, a nasty chill rushed up her arms to the base of her neck, and the same feeling of dread she experienced in the nightmare washed over her. As swiftly as the feeling arrived, she brushed it off, pulled herself together, and smiled against his lips before pulling away. He didn't need to be burdened with her silly dreams. "I love you," Greg said, his brown eyes gazing deep into hers.

Cassie says as Xavier walks into the sitting room. "Yeah," Xavier mutters, as he uses his two fingers to raise Cassie's chin before placing a kiss. Cara stares at the two suspiciously as they separate. "Are you guys together now?" Cassie bits down on her lips in excitement before nodding. Cara jaw drops, "Why didn't you tell me?" "With everything happening..." "Fuck everything happening, I happy for you." Cara smiles, "I will stand up and hug you both but I don't want to."

Cassie said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “is to give Dylan here a welcome kiss. But not just any kiss.” She knelt, straddling his lap in one swift, shocking movement. The weight of her, the heat, pinned him to the floor. He could feel the denim of her jeans against his thighs, the warmth of her through his own. Her hands came up to frame his face, her thumbs stroking his jaw. Her breath was sweet with gin. “A kiss,” she whispered, just for him, “that shows everyone exactly what kind of night this is going to be.”

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

Cassie’s voice filled the air and when i looked, I realized that she was being fucked my Gregg. “Fuck me like that…” she cried out, gripping his shoulders tightly while he kept slamming her up and down his cock. He was lifting her high and dropping her over his cock like she was weightless, plunging his cock deep into her pussy until she was a complete mess, making her come apart from pleasure while moaning and groaning. The sight made my eyes roll into the back of my head while my pussy grew even wetter, which made Fred groan deeply, his hold on my hips tightening even more.

She shouldn't be here. But God, she wanted this. Jess turned, smirking as she watched Cassie stand there trembling. “You going to keep staring at me like that,” Jess said, voice low, thick with promise, “or are you going to come over here and taste me?” The words hit like a spark to dry wood. Cassie pushed off the door and crossed the room in three quick steps, hands grabbing Jess’s face, mouth crashing into hers. The kiss was frantic, needy, all tongue and teeth. Jess tasted like whiskey and mint, and her body was warm and solid beneath Cassie’s hands.

“Twenty K of J-beauty better be doing something. So… how was your day? Please don’t say you were playing with Talking Angela again. I’ll fight you.” I try to laugh but the sound comes out broken. Cass stops. Her brows lift. “D?” I look down. “Dorothy.” My lip trembles. I swallow hard. “I… I kissed him.” Cass freezes. Her hand drops. “You what?” “I kissed him.” My voice breaks mid-sentence. “Rico.” Cass lowers her serum bottle and props the phone against her mirror. Her face softens. “Oh my God. Okay. Talk. Start from the beginning. Everything.”