Kiss Stand Stats Novels & Stories

43 Alpha Knight released a husky growl as my fingers traced the contours of his six-pack abs. His magnificent physique left me utterly captivated by his allure. In an electrifying moment, he reclaimed my lips, gently nipping my lower lip as our gazes remained locked. One of my hands clenched his hair, sending shivers and sparks coursing through my core. I arched my back in response to his kisses trailing along my neck, igniting fiery sensations beneath my skin.

I said. He gruntled and kissed me hard on my mouth again, we were playing with our tongue are kiss was hot and dirty. I loved it. He so big and tall. He taller than my 5’1 height. So, I come up to his stomach he stands at 6’5 maybe 6’6 He kept breathing fast and hard. I felt his

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

“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.

Goddammit, what she did to me. I kissed her like I was dying, kissed her like today was the last day of my life. Fucking her there as I teased her slit with the tip of my dick, her nails dug into my scalp. She scraped down, dragging nerve endings to life, and I grunted into her mouth, the grunt morphing into a groan as she dipped her teeth into my bottom lip. The prick of her teeth, the drag of her nails, it felt phenomenal. Made me feel fucking alive.

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."

I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

“On your knees Maya. I want you doggy style.” She immediately complies feeling him kissing her twat while wetting her entrance. Sometimes he slips a finger into her pussy then into her dark hole. He repeats this action until three fingers fit inside her. “You are tight but I feel the eagerness.” “I want you anyway,” Olivia said throatily.

Stella This kiss is everything a kiss should be. Passionate, sweet, tingle-inducing. The sweep of his tongue against mine is enough to make me wet. He owns me without words. The pressure of his lips against mine, the feel of his body spreading my thighs, his fingers denting my flesh. Ransom Thompson owns me, and when he breaks the kiss, I'm panting, fisting his hair in between my fingers, grinding against him as I rest my back against the wall.

“Tonight, it’s just us.” I stood, stepping closer to her, letting my body envelop her as I leaned in for another kiss. Our lips collided, and the chemistry we shared was electric, sending ripples of heat through my core. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, full of a hunger that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a melding of souls, a collision of two hearts seeking solace and connection.