Kiss Bad Novels & Stories

DAMN. I wanted to roll my eyes in disappointment as Marvin’s lips grazed my upper lip. He was such a lousy kisser. It was a bad decision to flirt with this asshole. It's like he has a PhD in the flirting department but in reality, he didn't know how to kiss. So disappointing. I felt like I'm just wasting my time with him. But even before I could entangle my arms on his nape, someone grabbed my hair making me pull myself from the guy I was kissing.

Pulling me in without mercy. That kiss we shared. Technically, the worst kiss I’ve ever had. No rhythm, no finesse. And yet, it was perfect. She tasted so damn good, and I wanted more. I needed more. Even if it meant getting slapped again. Hell, I’d take a million slaps just for another taste of Sareena’s lips. Then it hits me. It was her first kiss. I fucked up. Bad.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

other than admitting that I'm the only guy he's ever been into. "Stop being so difficult. I already agreed to fuck you, that should be enough," he growls, sounding like mean-Saint again. He was sweet-Saint for like one second and I already miss him, "You don't need me to kiss you, trust me. I'm a bad kisser.” Hm, I don't think so. I think he believes that kissing a man is way too gay. Sex can be brushed off with enough mental gymnastics, but a kiss can only be for gay reasons.

As I break the kiss, I say, “Baby, I am so sorry. She has nothing on you. Honestly, I don’t know why my body had chosen to betray me. It’s as if she put a spell on me or something and it felt so foreign. I guess I will never understand it. But, please trust me, I will never stray from your arms. Ever.” Kissing her again a bit more roughly this time, I nip at her lips and then fondle her breasts for a time. She sighs and then grabs ahold of my hard cock before she starts to stroke it and firmly grasps my balls. Knowing that she is still sore, I back up and say, “Baby, I am a little raw for that this morning. Trust me if I wasn’t, I would be doing last night all over again. I love it

His mouth descended before I could finish, a silencing of my protest, a claiming of my will. The kiss was different this time—not slow, not tentative. It was deep and hungry, laced with an intensity that threatened to drown me. His lips were a force of nature, a quiet storm that raged against mine, demanding a response I was terrified to give. His hand slid up my spine, pulling me closer still, until I was certain I could feel the hard, relentless beat of his heart against mine. It was a strong, steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. The kiss was a contradiction—a brutal act of dominance and a desperate, undeniable intimacy. It was the taste of coffee and power and possessio

She whispered against his lips. Kai didn’t bother to move. He hummed against her lips, “Am I that bad?” He asked. Piper chuckled and shook her head before she left an open kiss on his lips, “No, I can just tell.” She shrugged. Kai laughed, “That’s a polite way of saying I am a bad kisser.” He pointed out and slowly pulled away. A big grin unfolds on her face as she takes his face in her hands and adorably stares at his face. Kai’s laugh melted into a smile, “What happened?” He asked.

The kiss was aggressive, desperate, like she was pouring all her anger and frustration into it. Damn it!

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?"

I asked, my insecurities rushing in. “Oh God… I probably was,” I muttered. Damien laughed softly. “You were not bad, Ivy.” “That was… quite an intense kiss,” he added. “Well, I’m happy you liked it,” I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips. *Damien* Maybe it was the bitterness building inside me… or maybe it was something else. But for a split second, I didn’t try to stop it. I didn’t care. Feeling Ivy’s lips on mine was a rush—pure adrenaline. And for the first time in a while, I felt alive.