Kiss Bet Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

she asks, squeezing my hand before taking a big bite of fluffy, pink cotton candy. A little piece gets stuck on the corner of her lip, and I pull her close, bending down to kiss it away. “How sweet you taste,” I murmur, taking her lips with mine and licking inside her mouth. She kisses me back, but then tilts her chin up, narrowing her eyes at me. I already know what her response is going to be. “It’s all you, babygirl. Not the candy. Just...you.” I kiss her again, because how can I not? She sighs into my mouth, relaxing against me and surrendering to this. To me. To us.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

"Kiss me." Jesse stopped thrusting and pressed his weight on K. They kissed ardently for a moment, savoring the intoxicating feeling of their lips and tongues on one another while he was still inside her. He rolled over the bed and let K be on top. He sat both of them up, caught in a tight embrace as they continued to kiss. Jesse grazed his lips on the back of K's ear, then down her jawline, as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

Bette lifted off Carla's face and said, "Do me! Fill me please." Carla rolled away from me and Bette slid into her vacated position. She aligned with me and we joined. We kissed. I sucked her nipples and Carla kissed us both. As Bette got closer to an orgasm Carla played with her clit and she exploded! I thrust a few more times and filled the condom.

Their lips met in a kiss that silenced the room, every pair of eyes fixated on them. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate exploration that sent a wave of heat through Amira’s body. His lips were soft but firm, moving with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. He deepened the kiss, his other hand resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. The intensity grew as their breaths mingled, the world around them fading into oblivion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and a connection neither of them could deny.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.