Kissing Booth Book Novelas e Histórias

I confessed grinding my cock against his tighs shamelessly as I kissed him harder, I could feel him smile against my lips as he rolled his hips forward, his jutti gly hard cock oressed against my own throbbing dick. “Boys? Where are you?” Phoebe's voice retorted in the hallway, her footsteps drawing close to us. We froze. The kiss broke instantly like a knot tied in the pit of my belly as color drained from his face. Reality slammed back in fast

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

The goosebumps on my arm and absolute shocked expression were enough evidence to prove that I was not hallucinating. I lifted my fingers and brushed them lightly across my lips. The essence of his lingering kiss was still there. I could still taste his clean minty breath on my lips. This was real. His kiss was real. Ethan Maxwell was real. Oh my God! I just kissed the hottest boy I ever met in my entire existence. My perception of him being an arrogant jerk, felt so petty. He drove me to my home. Made sure I feel safe. Even gave me his coat to protect me from the cold.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

Not really. She was young, inexperienced, and rather flattered by the attention of a handsome man that many years older than her. And the Mills and Boone booklets in her suitcase were, of course, as good as a notebook for a girl who hadn't even been kissed by a boy before. At first she ducked and dived when he tried to kiss her. Later she allowed him to kiss her. Just kissing. As long as he kept his hands at home and that ‘other little gentleman' attached to his lower body in his pants, she scoffed. Even if she sometimes couldn’t help but touch the stiffness of it, with her hands.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Kayla Turi POV “Is everyone in this damn book insane?!” I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger. I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

he said, voice lower now, "when I'm around you, I forget I'm supposed to be Jace Carter all the time. Like… the whole record-breaking, golden-boy thing. It just goes quiet and all I want to do is kiss you." I swallowed. "I'm starting to forget I ever thought Noah was the only person I could want." I heard myself say. He crossed the distance between us slowly, giving me every chance to stop it, but I didn't. His hand found my jaw, and when he kissed me it wasn't rushed or interrupted or stolen in a closet with our hearts hammering out of fear. It had a build up. His fingers slid into my wet hair and mine curled into his shoulders and for one long, breathless stretch of time there was nothing

But that was it, no explosions, no floating in the clouds, just a strange calmness. And honestly, what excited me the most, what made me couldn't stop smiling as I walked home, wasn’t really about how the kiss felt. It was just the fact that it happened at all. That a boy kissed me. Nova Foster, the fat girl. The girl nobody ever looked at twice unless it was to laugh or whisper something behind my back. The girl who was always shoved aside and mocked continuously.