Heartbeat Lipstick Novels & Stories

When the kiss broke, Hannah felt herself melting as she leaned against his chest and tried to ease her breathing. Raising her eyes to look at him, she couldn't help the pleasant smile creeping up her face. She pressed her index finger to his lips and said coquettishly, "Mr. Winchester, did you sneakily wear my lipstick?" She had attended the banquet wearing a bold red lipstick that made her look powerful. And now, his lips were stained with the same color. It added a touch of charm to his otherwise handsome and cold face. It didn't make him look feminine. Instead, it added a bit of allure.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

Our skins were not of the same shade, but I applied some of the cream on the skin of his big cheekbone, making it less visible. He was so attractive! With a wet wipe, I cleaned the blood on his lip and chin gently, gazing at his perfect mouth. I bit my lower lip in concentration, hoping I could conceal how my actions were affecting my emotions. He was watching me with his dark blue irises, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter their wings.

Helen coaxed with a sly grin. Alex hesitated, clearly tempted by the offer. The thrill of playing arcade games from his last visit was still fresh in his mind. “Alright, I’ll help, but you can’t tell anyone,” he relented, his serious expression showing just how much his pride was at stake. Helen squatted down and made a promise. “I would never tell, I swear.” She carefully wiped off the top layer of the lipstick with a tissue before using her fingertip to apply the color to Alex’s lips.

In my quest to snag my property, I lean up to kiss him. "Damn, you have lipstick on," He says. "I'm sure I've got some smeared on my lips." Patting his chest, I give him a sexy gaze, biting one side of my lip and causing him to groan. "I would have loved you walking around with my lipstick smeared on your lip. At least, this would give these hungry women a hint that you're in someone else's possession. But unfortunately, that's a matt liquid lipstick and won't smudge or stain you."

She asked coyly, gently stroking the large dick with her right hand. "Or massage the head with my palm?" Placing her left hand on the tip, massaged and stroking from the top. "Tease your balls with my fingers..." Her right hand dropped down to massage her Father's sack. "While I give it a little kiss..." Without breaking eye contact, she planted her lips on his balls and kissed, leaving a dark black lipstick stain as she pulled away.

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.

She was the senior executive administrator, polished, sharp, and never shy about wanting Damian's attention. Damian looked at me. His expression gave nothing away. "Nora, you joined the project late. The bonus pool was already closed." My heart sank, but I still managed a smile. "That's all right, sir." Then he opened a drawer and took out a long black velvet box. "I prepared something else for you." When he opened it, a lipstick lay inside. The tube was satin black and weighty, with a tiny M engraved on the end. The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care.

Jonason supported along and he said, "It's definitely red." Christin simply pushed his twin brother aside. He took the two pieces of lip print cards and looked at them carefully. Then, his eyes lit up as he said, "There it is. The upper right corner of this card has a hint of orange shade indeed. You can see it if you look close enough. This one feels more like a rose red, and this one is lighter, like a nude pink. These are distinguishable." George frowned, and his eyes swept over Sigrid and the bridesmaids' lips. Then, he said in an upset voice, "Did you guys apply other lipsticks after doing these lip prints? Your lip colors don't match these prints at all."