Kiss Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Kira snarled at her. "If he's not your boyfriend, why did you kiss him?! Why did you kiss each other?! Aren't you friends with that scene, huh?! He cupped your breasts and do you think a friend would do that, huh?! Don't lie to us please, Kira! Tell us the truth please," Casey said, giving her a furious look.

Taylor POV My boyfriend is kissing another woman on the massive Kiss Cam screen – in front of an entire stadium packed with thousands of strangers. They are in the VIP section. If the Kiss Cam hadn’t caught them, I would never have seen them from where I’m sitting — the farthest, cheapest seats in the arena. The woman he is kissing looks rich, with that perfect old money blonde hair, paired with a designer outfit to match. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that Dylan, my Dylan, would ever do something like this to me.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Todd’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts and turn away from the bungalow in front of me. His face showed concern, and he looked like he was trying to read my expression. A smile broke out on my face, and I sighed heartily, reminded that he was my boyfriend now. “I’m okay,” I told him softly. Todd took my hand in his, his concerned eyes never leaving my face. “You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, right?” he asked. I nodded, a smile on my face. “I do,” I assured him, adding softly, “Thank you.” Then I leaned forward and kissed him deeply for a few seconds.

Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss. Cerise was carried away by the kiss. "Since you kissed me back, then, you must be my girlfriend. Forever, Lizzy and Asher together." Cerise just stared innocently at the boy who had just stolen her first kiss. Asher held Lizzy's cheek. "You are Lizzy. It looks like you're deliberately plotting something behind my back," whispered Asher confidently while Cerise was scared. She was afraid that who she was would be exposed and everyone would hate her.

Not knowing his using him for a test flat him up the more. “Yes, Justin, you're my boyfriend”. Daniel smiled and in that instant Justin locked their lips in a heartfelt kiss, this time it wasn't forced but came natural out of willingness.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you.” “It was worth it. What I really wanted to do was tell that girl you were mine and she better turn her obsessive attention elsewhere.” He smiled broadly. “You did?” “Yeah. Will you do me a favor?” “Anything?” “Go wash off your eyeliner. I want to be with Brian right now. Not Master Sinclair.” “Can Master Sinclair have a kiss first?” “I’m not sure. I think my boyfriend might get jealous.”

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.

“It was just him and, of course, those incoming pests.” I smiled at his labeling his friends as such. “I am still not buying it.” “I think you have,” he came onto me and nuzzled my forehead. “Meanwhile, you are welcome to my kiosk.” He replaced his nose with his lips and kissed me. “Kiosk?” I blurted amusingly. “What? Doesn’t it look like the mailbox at the entrance of your home?” “Don’t be rude, silly. My boyfriend lives here.” “Oh! Does he?”

His hands encircled my waist and he leaned closer. "Don't kill me." He said before placing his lips on mine. Holy.....shit!!!!! Why does he smell like strawberry? For some stupid reason, I reciprocated and my hands encircled his neck. Damn he tastes so good! The kiss became rough and my heart was beating wildly.. *Um..it's your subconscious here to say...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!* What does it look like? I'm kissing! *Is he your boyfriend* Well, I wish he was