Kiss Chasing Novels & Stories

he whispered, crawling back up to capture Noah’s mouth in a searing kiss, “I want to feel you.” He reached for the small packet of lube from his discarded wallet, always prepared, even if neither had planned this, and warmed it between his fingers. Noah watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, completely melted. Chase kissed him through every step: a finger circling, then pressing inside slowly, then two, scissoring gently while his mouth stayed on Noah’s, swallowing every gasp and moan. Noah melted completely, legs falling open, body yielding to Chase’s careful preparation.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

Screwed up big time. The kiss is...awful. I've heard the girls talk and whisper, they said how good he was. I don't think he is. His lips are too aggressive. I don't like it. They are too dominant. With Chase, our lips would move in sync with each other, it was perfect.

It was like I had just been smacked in the face. For some weird reason, Angus and the other guy named Hercules smirked, staring at him. Mika didn’t look pleased at all. I wanted to run. Kelsi and the other girls beside me cheered on, they gasped as they covered their hands with their mouths. Kelsi began to chant. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and people joined in. I nudged her. “Whose side are you on” I hissed. Watching Chase’s advisor, Mika, shoot me down with her eyes made my stomach threaten an eject button.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

Amaya's eyes met his; a mix of vulnerability and trust shone within them when he kissed her. Leaning in, Chase's lips found hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying the depth of his feelings and the sincerity of his intentions. As their lips danced together, their bodies yearned for a deeper connection. With practiced grace, Chase trailed his fingers along Amaya's smooth skin, leaving a trail of delicate shivers in his wake. His touch was a symphony of desire as he explored every inch of her, savouring the sensations that unfolded beneath his fingertips. "Aren't we, um, going too fast?" Amaya asked.

Chelsey asked her in a quiet voice. She cupped both her cheeks and looked into her friends eyes. Kira nodded mindlessly as he started to move, matching her movements with his own. "Oh! It's so good." Chelsey brought her lips to hers and kissed her hard. The two women kissed passionately, Chelsey gathered all of Kira's long braids in her hand. She held them as their kiss became more frenzied; their tongues swirled openly and messily. The loud collision of wet skin against wet skin filled the room again. Kira squeaked against Chelsey's lips and tried not to bite the other woman when his dick struck her cervix. Kira went cross eyed with each deep stroke of his dick in her juicy pussy.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

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.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.