Kiss Ear Novels & Stories

He ignored the presence of doctors and the medical staff in the room, which instantly stopped me from kissing his kissable lips. A silent promise in his intense gaze burned my cheeks, I gave him an Eskimo kiss and said, “Fine! I will do as you say. But don’t be late! Otherwise …” I leaned in, skipping his lips and trailed my lips over his cheeks towards his ears, biting his earlobe gently. “I will kill you with my venomous kisses!”

But I just can’t help myself. The sensation is too amazing, and a moan escapes my lips. Fortunately for me, Keith moves quickly. The hand he has on my breast instantly snaps to my lips, muffling the sound that comes from my mouth. “Hush now, sis,” he whispers. “Or Mom’s gonna hear us.” Oh God. His words instantly inflame me. Yeah, there’s something definitely wrong with me, but I do not care right now. All that I care about is what his fingers are doing to me – the tiny little circles they’re moving around on my clit and the perfect amount of pressure they’re pressing down at the same time.

"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.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

KIMBERLY "Yeah?" I whisper back. "Yeah," his lips skim my flesh, then he nibbles down on my earlobe. He pops the button of my shirt open and then his fingers sprawl over my stomach. He plays with the edge of my bra and turns me around in his grip, then his mouth is on mine. A song by G Eazy about Bad Girls plays in the background as i drown in his tense kiss. I finally pull back and shout over the music.

It was a light spanking, but it was kind of out of character for me. He looked back at me, one eyebrow cocked. I smiled and looked sheepish. He turned around, still trapped by his pants and underwear around his feet. He leaned in for a kiss, but at the last moment, his lips went to my ear instead. “Was it fate that caused you to spank me, or was it free will?” I practically hummed with pleasure in his ear. “I wanted to spank you.” It was definitely the truth.

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.