Kiss Hard Novels & Stories

Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard. "Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. She is pressed on the couch, one leg thrown over my husband's shoulders. One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs.

The kiss was a possessive demand, a silent command that left no room for argument. Even while his lips were still on mine, Ryker moved with a savage purpose. He spread my legs, unzipped his trousers, and slammed his cock into me in one swift, brutal motion. The sudden, deep invasion made my vision go white. I gasped and moaned into the kiss, a sound that was a mix of shock and pleasure, but Ryker was too lost in the moment to even notice my struggle for air.

Going through vaginas like I go through toothpaste. So the kiss isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle. It isn’t anything that can be confused with comfort. It is goodbye.

His kiss was soft yet demanding, sending shivers down my spine as I melted into him, craving for more. Theo pulled away from the kiss and trailed down to my core, starting to lick it slowly and gently, making my heart race. He positioned his lips directly on my core, his tongue moving up and down, creating a beautiful sensation that I was absolutely loving. "Spread your legs even more," he demanded, and as I obeyed, his mouth captured my clit, sucking hard on it. I gasped, clutching the sheets tightly as his tongue worked its magic on me, sending me into a blissful state.

Cool. I push Zephyr against the wall. My hands grab his waist. I kiss him hard. My lips crush his. Hot. Hungry. His mouth opens. I taste him. My tongue slides in. His hands pull my hair. I press my body to his. Hard. Close. His breath is fast. My hands slide under his shirt. Skin hot. I bite his lip. Soft. He moans. Loud. The kiss is fire. Wet. Wild. We do not stop.

I freeze for a moment before parting my lips. His tongue dives in, claiming my mouth, tangling with mine. At first, his kiss is soft, restrained, but the moment our tongues touch, it's like a beast breaking free—wild, sucking, devouring. My body melts, breaths quickening, soft moans escaping my throat. The kiss lasts, not calming his heat but stoking it. When our lips part, Kieran presses me back onto the bed, his mouth trailing down, kissing, nipping, until he buries his face in my collarbone, sucking hard on a tender spot.

She still wore the bra and stockings, her breath rising and falling irregularly. “You can keep those on,” he said, then kissed her fiercely. There seemed to be nothing tender or gentle in his kiss. His mouth was hard on her lips, forcing her mouth open. He dropped to his knees, facing up close, pulling her pussy lips apart and wrapping his tongue around her clit, working it mercilessly.

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.

He said and closed the gap between us, and his lips were pressed on mine. "Jayson." I wanted to protest, but he only deepened the kiss. "Since we were small, I love to kiss your lips." He said between the kiss. "Open up my little tokki." He whispered when I kept my lips closed. I might lose all control once his tongue touches mine. "You said.. but he grabbed that chance to slip his tongue inside my lips, and a moan left my lips. He climbed on top of me, and his kiss was not soft and sweet anymore. It was hard and in need making me lose my mind.

A hard arm hooks around my waist and before I know it, I'm being lifted. He smashes his lips on mine and blood roars through my ears. His kiss is aggressive, hard. Possessive. And I find myself growing wet. Angry, I push against him but he only clasps me tighter, making me aware of the hardness prodding my thigh. His mouth slants against mine fiercely, his tongue teasing my lips open.