Novel & Cerita Gusley Kiss

“I can be an animal or a gentleman, sweet thing. And the choice is yours.” “You are so not a gentleman…” I say, finding my voice again. “A gentlemanly monster then.” Gunsyn smiles. “And I think you want to be punished, little one.” “Oh, you think so—?” The slap stings my cheek and knocks the hearing from my left ear. My jaw falls open as I clutch my face and brace myself against the wall. He moved with such speed that I didn’t even see it coming. I look up and see his eyes narrowed, hooded with lust, his other hand gently massaging the massive bulge beneath his boxers.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

All of us turned to our precious Kelsey running over. "Kelse!" Both of them charged to get to her first. Kelsey laughed as both reached her at the same time. "Kissy!" She exclaimed. Both leaned to kiss each of her cheeks only for our cheeky girl to duck at the last moment. Their lips touched and they froze. "There! Now that you have kissed, you can forget about your fights and be friends!" Kelsey exclaimed as the two stumbled backwards onto the sand and started rubbing their lips. I looked over at Jackson, who looked amused and not distant or angry for once. He made a slit throat gesture. I shook my head, laughing silently. . . . ________

She patted his collar lightly and stood on toes, kissing him gently on the lips. Grayson pulled her closer and pressed his lips on hers for a long, warm kiss. He gently coaxed her mouth to open and slid his tongue inside to mate with hers. He heard her moan quietly at the back of her throat as she pressed herself to him. That small action sent some electric shock to his groin and he had to control his desire for her.

Gypsy wrapped her arms around my neck, her body curved into mine as my hands lifted her tee from her thighs. I needed to touch her skin. All her skin this time. I wanted to lay her down and worship every inch of her. The guys back at the clubhouse might think this was all one big joke but it wasn’t to me. “Fang.” Gypsy pulled away her fingers pressed to her swollen lips. “You can’t just come in here and kiss me and…” stepping away, she turned her back to me. Her shoulders heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. “Why?” My voice made her turn back to me.

He crossed the space between us, pulled me in by the waist, and kissed me again, deep and certain, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away — didn't want to, even with guilt clawing up my throat and Sylvester's shattered expression burned into the back of my eyes. "Oh, look at that." Giselle's laugh rang out sharp and delighted as she caught sight of us. "Seems the prideful idiot's all alone now." She turned toward Sylvester, victory written across her face, savoring the moment like it was the sweetest thing she'd tasted all night. "We're both taken now. Happy?"

"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.

Derus quickly released his grip as he rubbed it against Giselle's womanhood. "Derus, let me serve you," Giselle seductively whispered as she rubbed herself against Derus, voluntarily kissing him. "Arrghhhh... I want to put it inside you," Derus said out of frustration between their kisses. "Not yet," Giselle whispered. She really did not want his part of his body to get inside her. Through her techniques and expert touch, Derus fell into her seductive charm. Giselle kissed Derus's neck, biting, licking, leaving marks. And every time she did it, Derus couldn't help but groan.

Startled and relieved, Katie turned around and locked lips with the person holding her. As Centaur arrived, he caught sight of Pascal and Katie Clyde locked in a passionate kiss. Marcus whistled and approached them with a smile. "Pascal, I see you enjoy kissing," he teased. "Perhaps I should buy you some Kiss brand products. What do you say?" Katie Clyde blushed with embarrassment, while Pascal looked at Marcus suspiciously. "What is Kiss brand?" he asked. Marcus fished out his wallet and explained nonchalantly, "It's a deceptive balloon company that partners with many pharmacies."

he said with a small blush. I kissed his cheek. “You know me perfectly.” He grinned and dodged a punch in the arm from his younger brother. “He asked me for permission, you know,” Gus said, coming up beside me. “Poor guy was a nervous wreck.” I looked over at the giant man standing beside me. “What’d you say?” “He gave me a bottle of Paradisian scotch,” Gus replied. “Of course I said yes.” I laughed. “I’m glad I’m worth a bottle of scotch to you,” I teased him.