Kiss Long Tongue Novels & Stories

The clothing feels the same as skin. Her long hair tangles in my fingers, soft from how she brushed it earlier. Winding it in my fist, I force her head back to deepen our kiss. She opens her mouth for me, and I slide my tongue along her teeth, tasting the mint lingering from her toothpaste. Katerina parts her lips and moans a soft sound. I think it's my name. Backing away to give her enough room to know for sure, I stare eagerly into her eyes. "What was that?" I ask.

His tongue was rough, long, invading, tasting every corner while she moaned into him. My lips part on a gasp. I can almost feel it—the scrape of sharp teeth, the hot slide of that tongue. My fingers slip inside me—two at once, pumping slow and deep. *He broke the kiss with a low growl. Pushed her back until she lay sprawled across the desk, papers scattering, screen flickering. His claws shredded what remained of her clothes in seconds. She lay bare, trembling, legs falling open on instinct. He dropped to his knees between them—massive, dominant—and dragged that wicked tongue along her slit in one long, claiming stroke. Then he buried his face in her cunt and devoured.*

she confessed in a soft whisper, before succumbing to the intense passion that engulfed them both Their lips collided in a fervent kiss, tongues intertwining in that familiar dance that never failed to ignite Marissa's desire. His skilled tongue delved into her mouth, igniting a fire within Marissa that threatened to consume them both. She marveled at his ability to evoke such a strong response with just a kiss, as if he possessed the power to unlock every secret desire within her.

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.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

They parted short of breath. "Baby I miss you so much!" He kissed her again, torturing her lips. He leaves her lips and stares at her face before claiming her lips again like a hungry beast before moving slowly, sucking her lower lip and biting her tongue. She accidentally moaned at the sensation of his kiss indulging him to proceed.

"I'll never beg you for anything." "We'll see." He drops to his knees between my spread thighs and his mouth finds my pussy and his tongue pushes inside me and I lose any ability to form coherent thoughts. His tongue is impossibly long, longer than any human tongue could ever be, and textured in ways that hit spots I didn't even know existed inside me. He licks into me like he's been starving for the taste of me his entire life while his other hands find my breasts and squeeze and pinch and roll my nipples until I'm writhing and moaning on the table.

We kissed long and deep, tangling our tongues in a carnal dance that immediately set my blood to percolating. My boys were all such wonderful lovers but Lance was a fabulous kisser. He could do things with his tongue that caused me to melt every time. His cock pressed up against my backside and I yearned to feel it slip inside me. “It’s been too long,” I groaned, rubbing my tits against the muscular wall of his chest. “I’ve missed you all so much.”

Melting her from the inside out. Karna's tongue slid along her lips, leaving a trial of fire. When she finally ceased teasing and actually delved between Gwen's lips, the human cried out in surprise and pleasure. Karna's tongue seemed more like a dragon's than a human's. It was rough, extraordinarily long and some of the things it was doing to her made Gwyneth think it was prehensile. When it curled around her clit and squeezed, she knew she was right. Of course, this also brought such a powerful orgasm she forgot the question.

I remember the door opening. I remember lights. A bed. Then his mouth was on mine and nothing else mattered. He kissed like he was trying to crawl inside me. There was no softness. No asking. His tongue pushed past my lips and he swallowed my moan like he owned it. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my throat, ripping at my dress like the fabric personally offended him. "Look at you," he snarled against my mouth. "Soaking through your panties just from a fucking kiss. I can smell you. You're dripping for me and you don't even know my name."