Kissed Against A Wall Novels & Stories

All of it comes to a head in this single, violent collision. Our lips crash together as we find a new way to dismantle one another. Ron keeps me pinned against the mahogany-paneled wall, pouring every ounce of the Hwan-Castellano aggression into the kiss. He is nipping at my lip, exerting a territorial dominance that makes my blood sing with a dangerous, forbidden rhythm. He forces his way between my lips, his tongue plundering with a possessive heat that ignores every rule of the Agency.

Painfully, ridiculously hard. I circled my hand around my length, taunting the tip, precum already seeping out, making it simple to slide my palm down the shaft. "Fuck you, Creed Malcom." I closed my eyes, breathing heavy, my hips thrusting into my own touch. Who the fuck kissed like that? Who the hell pushed a person against a wall, kissed them stupid, and made them feel like—like— My fist tightened. My mind spun. The pressure of his body against mine. The way he sounded in my mouth when I made him touch himself—

She tried to grab into the nearest object to her and her hand found something hard yet soft, not think straight and wanting to get up grin the floor, she held onto it and push herself up from the floor. The moment she stood on her feet, she was suddenly tumbling forward and would have kissed the ground if she weren’t leaning against a hard wall. Kira placed her hand on the wall and shook her head in disbelief. When did the wall have muscles and skin? Why is the wall so hot underneath her palm? She felt for it again and giggled excitedly, Kira mumbled under her breath as she leaned forward to kiss the wall, which was a mistake on her part.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

Possessively. Jace’s tongue rakes over mine, his thumbs pressing into the pulses of my wrists, hips locking me between him and the wall. Rocking into me, letting me feel the huge outline of flesh behind the belt of his dress pants. The kiss is blatant, sexual. Frenzied. And it pulls me along in its swift current, demanding participation.

The greedy girl swallows it all. - I missed you a lot today. - Me too, I missed your hot pussy a lot. I saw a scene in a movie once, I'm going to try it and see if I can. She strokes my member, making it stand to attention. It doesn't take long to obey. I lift her up, we face each other. I lift one of her legs and place it on the wall, as if doing the splits against the wall. Her pussy is wide open for me. I enter her without hesitation.

Heat flashed in his eyes. “You’re killing me,” he growled. He pushed her against the wall. The wood felt rough through her thin shirt. They kissed hard. His mouth claimed hers. Tongues slid together. His hands gripped her waist. Maeve moaned into the kiss. She felt him harden against her stomach.

I looked at Florence, then at Marigold Collins, and murmured tremblingly, "How could this happen? Mom, didn't you say Mari was Chester's cousin, and she's just staying temporarily at our family home…" Marigold, the woman who had come with Florence, shrank into the corner, avoiding my gaze. She looked helpless as her eyes darted between me and Chester's body on the autopsy table. Holding the child in her arms tightly, she let tears stream silently down her face. For a moment, I stood frozen before finally snapping. I stormed out of the forensic room, ran into a nearby office, and grabbed a water cup from a desk. I hurled it against the wall with a loud crash. I even let out a raw, piercing sc

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'