Jenna Ortega Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

Suddenly Jenna broke our kiss and screamed as her orgasm gripped her body and shook her. When her orgasm started to release her I moved down her body and nibbled gently on a nipple. Jenna used both hands to smooth my hair as I licked and nibbled first one nipple and then the other. I had her motor running again evidenced by her volume of moans. I moved down kissing her flat abdomen to her pubic mound. Then I moved so I could move both Jenna's legs apart to expose her lovely pussy to my view. I took a few moments to look at Jenna's pussy before planting light kisses on the inside of her thighs as I moved towards her pussy. Again Jenna started pumping her hips up and down. Before my eyes I saw

He lingered a second too long, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, and that was all it took—her control, his restraint—gone. Damon leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Couldn’t. His mouth met hers, not with the violence she expected, but with a careful hunger that shattered her from the inside out. The kiss wasn’t deep, not yet—it was a claim, a test, a question all at once. Ava’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should push him away. She didn’t. Instead, she leaned in—just enough to answer him back.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

He leaned in slowly, giving me every chance to pull back, every opportunity to remind him about rules and reputations and the entire pack council currently watching our every move with varying degrees of suspicion. I didn't pull back. The kiss was nothing like the desperate, reckless one on the terrace weeks ago — slower, deliberate, the kind of kiss that asked a question instead of making a point. Something settled in my chest that had been unsettled since the night of the livestream, warm and certain in a way that made every complication feel, for one brief, suspended moment, entirely worth it.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

The crowd continued to go nuts, it was quite a line up. Jenna wore a skimpy pink vinyl dress that was very short at the hem and very low around the neckline. The busty blonde p**n star’s ample tits jiggled as she walked, threatening to burst free with each step. Jenna threw her arms around Kent as she reached him, shoving her tongue hungrily into the slightly surprised hosts mouth. “Welcome to the show,” Kent said with a breathless laugh when they finally broke off their kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” Jenna said with a wicked smile. “Thanks for inviting me along handsome.”

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

To all of his submissive—Keesha Monteverde is the one that makes him feel this excitement. She holds his face, her thumb that is slowly touching his cheeks. Looking to every part of him, she is being hypnotized by her urge in sex. Jostein does not miss the chance… he takes off the shirt from her hands—rushing like a horseracing. He grabbed her face then crashes his thin lips to hers! Like a hungry beast, Jostein devours it that makes her fight his hungry kiss. They nearly goes out of oxygen that Jostein takes off his lips that seals to her just to breath a heavy air inside. She looked to him like so shock, They exchange glimpses then Jostein makes her mouth goes closer to him.