Jenna Ortega Kiss Novels & Stories

Jenna softly ran her fingers through my hair. Pulling out of her. Jenna whimpered at the loss of contact watching as I sat down on the edge of the bed taking the condom off and disposing it before getting my black Calvin Klein boxers and putting them on. Jenna watched as I did, her arms suddenly wrapped around me from the back and her lips kissing my shoulder. I smiled and put my hand on hers, squeezing softly before removing her arms from around me.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

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.

Terri looked at Jenna and inquired, "You and your mom lick each other's pussy make each other cum?" Jenna reached over to Terri and took her hand under the water and pulled her closer. At first Terri resisted and then gave in to temptation and leaned over and accepted the tender kiss from Jenna. Turning slightly Jenna positioned herself so she could massage Terri's wonderful small tits as their tongues twisted and intertwined during their kiss. Involuntarily both Jenna and Terri's hips moved rhythmically beneath the surface of the water. When their kiss ended, Terri allowed Jenna to pull her up out of the water and guide her movement backwards until her ass was against the edge of the hot tu

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.

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.

Even the blood around him would freeze. He carried Jenna in his arms and walked toward the Hummer. "Nice!" Some students who were watching clapped their hands and cheered. Some people took out their mobile phones and began to record. The crowd was uplifted. That was the first time that Hansen had ever kissed her in public, and also the first time he had ever said that she was his woman. Although Jenna knew that knew he didn't mean it and they were just acting in order to deter Norton. However, in spite of his identity, he still dared to openly declare it in front of others. Although the declaration was not perfect, it still made Jenna feel warm in her heart.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

If there is one person that wants us back together more than anything and anyone, then it is him. I really hope he is fine. And I hope he finally has the confidence to make what he was with Kristina official. They are perfect for each other. “Where are we?” Jenna asks as she stretches. The shirt moves to the side. Exposing the flimsy dress she had on under. And her nipples. They looked so good even through the material. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and watch her eyes roll back in pleasure. I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat and Jenna called my name.