Gusley Kiss Novels & Stories

Grayson hums and pushes his tongue inside his mouth, seizing his and enveloping it with his saliva. Kian moans at the intensity of their kiss and lowers Grayson's trousers to brush his hardness with his hand. Grayson sighs and closes his eyes when Kian claims dominance over his weakness. He pumps his length over the boxer fabric, using his magic to make it bigger and harder.

Vincenzo gripped his firm ass and squeezed, causing Wade to gasp. "Every single time you drink, I'm going to kiss the fucking daylights out of your mouth, do you understand?" Vincenzo growled. Wade didn't respond. Vincenzo leaned in and bit his lips to elicit a response from him. "Ow! Vincenzo, don't do that!" "You didn't answer me," "God, you're so fucking bossy! And don't kiss me!" "But you like it, don't you?"

"is Gus being so fine and you expect me to be blind not to appreciate it." I rolled my eyes. "I just want to know how his lips taste." "Anne!" Marco and I yelled in unison. She was always like this a lovestruck teenager to the very end. I took a grape to my lips and paused. And the night I kissed Gus came rushing to memory. I know what his lips taste like. Like liquor, expensive liquor. And it was soft unexpectedly soft. My hair in his hair as I fought for dominance with my tongue was so right.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

People glanced at each other nervously, as if I had finally lost my mind. Eva looked perfectly innocent. "Dr. Smith, you shouldn't be tossing out accusations like that. Dr. Summer and I just met today. What would we possibly gain from putting on a scene?" One of the bystanders, who had spoken up earlier, let out a cold snort.

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

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:

he asked, planting a swift kiss on my mouth. Gatsby made an appearance and started howling, winding between Christopher's legs and then mine.