Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

I lifted my hand and touched her face like I was memorizing it, then suddenly my touch turned into a tight grip, pulling her toward me. My breathing turned rough. Everything inside me snapped into madness. I leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t love. It was sickness. Obsession. A need to swallow her whole… like I wanted to erase her from the world by holding her too close. She froze completely while everything inside me burned. When I pulled back slightly, my face had changed. Something darker had surfaced. My voice came low and terrifying. “You can’t be with anyone else.” Confusion flickered in her eyes. She started to speak, nervous. “I didn’t…”

That kiss was a mess. A beautiful mess that left them moaning and wanting for more. His eager mouth moved over her, coating her sweet lips in his saliva. Fuck this distance. He wanted her close; close enough to swallow her every breath and lose himself in her scent. He was obsessed with her. This obsession needed him to claim every inch of her and make her his in every sense of the word. His arms wrapped tightly around her to eliminate any possibility of losing her.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked me, my juices coating his hand and dripping down my ass. “Calvin…” I whimpered, overwhelmed. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of me. Before I could protest the emptiness, I felt his strong body moving fully over mine. His weight pressed me into the mattress as his mouth claimed my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His lips were firm and demanding. He kissed me like he owned me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me, dominating the kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue from when he’d eaten my pussy. The filthy realization made me moan into his mouth.

I collapsed on top of him. When I finally got myself, I pull out of him slowly…….Fuck. The plan was to claim him and right now I didn’t know if I did or he claimed me instead. I kissed him hard enough to silence anything else, hard enough to stake the claim my words had already made. In the back of my head a thought flickered *you have gotten too obsessed. You have to let him go*.

I can't believe I'm doing this with no one else but my enemy. As soon as my lips touched his, he suddenly took my lips in his in a not so gentle kiss. He was just as tough as his personality. I struggled to get my composure, but his rough kissing technique was far too tough for my liking. This was the perfect time to carry out what I had in mind. I cannot give up now.

I didn't like being kissed without my consent, thank you. - I'm not done yet, Sam- And my whole shirt was ripped open. -What are you doing unhappy? - I blushed and covered myself as much as I could. -I want to continue testing if ... -DO NOT! Hear me loud and clear. Do not But he was already kissing me again while I was fighting him. It wasn't so nice anymore. He had become a bit obsessive. I kept punching him, but they meant nothing to him. It was like kissing a wall. A bit pushy wall.

Adding, “He may be one of my greatest adversaries, but Ethan is already my friend, playmate, childhood sweetheart, and brother to me. We are very familiar with one another and can trace each other's past when something goes wrong. " Olga's thoughts are lingering, allowing both to be nude and revealing every aspect they have been hiding since they were young. After a moment, Olga senses a spurt from inside her between her legs, and she quickly feels excruciating pain, making her feel weak and unable to respond to Ethan’s burning romantic love.

And yes, I will never admit it out loud. I refuse to focus on the fact that I'm kissing my enemy. I blame it on the alcohol. I hate him, but I'm not thinking straight right now. Maybe we should just go with the flow. “Fuck, Nate.” I bite back a moan as he bites my lips again and trails the kiss down to my neck as he sucks through his path. I'm so hard right now that I feel that my dick will burst. I can't believe that I'm so turned on by a man I hate.

I'm not those girls that will drool all over you," She boasted. The reason why she was shocked was, this was Thomas' enemy, someone Thomas hated so much, hearing his name irritated him. Mr. King had fired him from the job in a humiliating way and their encounters weren't always pleasant. "So tell me, what type of a girl are you?" Jr asked, intrigued. "The one that plans to use you," She boldly replied. "Interesting, Miss," "Paige, Isadora Raine Paige," She introduced, accepting his hands. "If you don't mind, let's talk inside," He gestures, his hand pointing inside. "Don't worry, there is a private lounge," He whispered, almost as If he understood her fear.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?