Kiss Rock Bottom Novels & Stories

He wanted to watch K give him a fantastic blowjob over some fucktastic sex music. Ah, Closer by Kings of Leon. "Motherf- " Jesse jerked his head up and dropped his phone to the floor as soon as K's mouth and tongue enveloped his hard-on. She was showing him no mercy. She was really going down on him like a fucking hooker, sexily bent and scooted down between his legs as her curvy little ass was sticking up in the air. She was posed like those extremely gorgeous, dirty 50's pin-up girls.

Not able to take it anymore, she asked in a breathy voice, "can I touch you?" "No," Rocks breathy voice responded to Godiva's disappointment but she thought to try harder. "Why?" she asked. "Punishment," Rock said, instantly moving his lips to cover hers. For a moment, Godiva didn't know how to respond to her first kiss, only allowing her tongue to dance in his mouth as it pleased. She didn't imagine Rock being so gentle. She didn't know why her body responded naturally to him, craving more. She wanted to see him doing this to her. Was he feeling the same way she felt? She could understand why this was a punishment because everything was one-sided.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Sent! **** Buzz! Jenna's phone vibrated in her pocket. She saw that Kara had sent her a message. Out of guilt, she opened it. "Help, Jen! Klarisse imprisoned me in the basement. I can't stay here, it's too dark. Please help me.. Pls! " Upon reading, Jenna immediately shot from her chair and immediately went to rescue Kara. She dialed 911 and reported Kara's situation. The darkness is creeping, their whispers and manic laughters filling her ears. She was too scared to move, her legs were frozen.

“Tommy—” He slipped over to the sound system, hit a couple of buttons on the remote, and then walked back around until he stood in front of her chair, facing her. “Now, about my versatility…” Music started, with an instantly identifiable guitar riff, followed by an equally identifiable voice—“Kiss,” by Prince. Tommy flipped his jacket off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms to land on the floor. Then he inched closer, leading with his hips, which were doing a mouthwatering bump-and-grind in perfect time with the pulsating beat of the song.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

I felt his kisses move up, slowly, deliberately, driving me crazy. He fell to his knees as my ass moved to the edge of the bed. I felt him hike my skirt up and I spread my legs to let him get where he wanted. I felt his fingers wrap around the edges of the bikini bottom I had left on under my dress. With the deftness of a locksmith, he slid them down off my hips, exposing me to his eyes.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

"The moment is now getting dangerous, Selena..." The sound of his voice is luring me even more. It become much more deeper, huskier, and darker than the usual. His careful and cautious touch turns sensual and the tender rhythm of his kiss slowly become rough, demanding, and needy. On the back of my head, I know that I must complain.