Kiss Stand Stats Novels & Stories

He had a lean body so she never realized how good it might look under those clothes. "Can I get a kiss now?" He leaned making Summer cupped his afce and planted few soft kisses all over his face. Ginga chuckled as this was not what he actually thought of. "How many kisses I have left?" Summer asked him who counted something in his mind. "587..." "What ...how?" Summer was confused They started with 100 kisses but everyday, these kisses only increase instead of decreasing. "Well, you promised a kiss for the ride and here I am sitting with you so...."

He just kissed me more, holding me close to him. I wiggled for escape, and he reluctantly released his hold on me with one arm so I was kneeling on the bed, our heads at the same height. He nipped at my lower lip, growling with want. The sound sent an electrical current through me. That noise had the unique ability to send me into a shudder just a millimeter below orgasm.

With these questions floating through my head I press my hands against Andres chest and push. He doesn't move, if he even notices my resistance. I try to break his kiss, but he catches me by the back of the head and holds me tight, right where he wants me. He uses his lips and tongue to seduce me into compliance. Andres knows every inch of my body with intimate detail. He has never failed as a lover. Not once have I walked away from our bed dissatisfied. Soon I forget why I wanted away from him. Instead I'm reaching up, clinging to him, clumsily climbing into his lap. He grips me by the waist and lifts me up. Without breaking our kiss he urges me onto his lap, spreading my legs so I'm stradd

Arosh struggles and tries to push him away while kissing him. Kevin smiled and looked down at her red lips and grinned before slowly getting up from her.

I muttered, biting my lip shyly. He studied me for a second, his expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, he said, “No. I think you’re a good kisser.” The way he said it so casually like it was a matter of fact, made my stomach flip. “On a scale of one to ten?” I asked, my heart hammering as I wanted to be sure. Kade didn’t even hesitate when he answered. “Nine.” I blinked, very surprised. “Nine?” He nodded. “And you were drunk, so…”

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Dominic Nothing could have prepared me for this kiss ever since I saw her standing there looking like a goddamn siren. Just as I expected, her lips were soft. I caress her lips with mine, and she inhales sharply. I drag my tongue over her lips and place my fingers behind her hair as I deepen the kiss. She tastes exquisite, like chocolate and vanilla. She wraps her hands around my back and kisses me back with the same intensity. Fuck, this is so much better than I thought. I growl as she bites my lips. I drag my free hand down to her waist when the sound of a camera going off brings us back to the present.

"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.

Awakened HIS lips caressed my skin, sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The intensity of his sensual kiss drove me to the brink of madness. His movements continued, gradually descending to my most sensitive area. Gripping the sheets tightly, my toes curled in pleasure as he found that perfect spot. A moan escaped my lips, unable to contain the ecstasy within me.