Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

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?

**** Hailey stood under the shower for a long time, and the events of that night started flowing into her mind. Her mind went to the kiss and she touched her lips. That was her first kiss and it was with her Boss! "Gosh, I'm so embarrassed" She covered her face with her palm. "Are you gonna spend the night there?" She heard Charles' voice. At the mention of 'night', her heart skipped a thousand times. How was she gonna spend the night with him alone in the room? She could feel her heart beating very fast. After gathering a lot of courage, she switched off the shower.

I moaned and panted, unable to scream due to the invasion. He withdrew from my mouth, unfastened the cuffs, hauled me upright, and crushed his lips against mine—hard, kissing me senseless as his tongue wrapped against mine. “That was so hot. You match me so well.” He groaned into my hair. My heart fluttered. God, I think I'm becoming obsessed with my boss. I laughed softly as I threaded my fingers into his hair.“What are you doing to me?” I whispered as I melted in his arms.

A person could say she was almost excited for it . She closed her eyes and leaned in and all she felt was a brush of a lip against hers. It couldn’t be considered a kiss and as she opened her eyes , she felt immerse disappointment. Lilian was baffled and shocked at her own emotions and she realized she hadn’t thought of Ben in the moment . She hadn’t thought of the man she claimed to love , the man she was not long ago and still willing to spend the rest of her life with. She couldn’t analyze further as she was swept into a sea of well wishers congratulating them on every side. She basked in the moment a little longer imagining everything was real and she was actually getting married of her

Something fishy was definitely going on! Rage fueled inside of me as I clenched my hands into tight fists, resisting the urge to approach them. The world stood still as my heart raced frantically against my chest at the sight of my enemy and my supposed trusted ally, entwined in a passionate kiss. I didn't see this coming...

“Well… Stalkers are unwanted, for one thing. And I’m actually a fan of whatever this is you’re experiencing, so… That suggestion’s off the table. Obsession, on the other hand—” He nodded diligently as I opened my door. “You think I’m obsessed?” he asked, following me as I turned to face him before backing into my apartment. “I’m obsessed with you, aren’t I?” When he shut the door at his back, I bit my lip, relishing that predatory look on his face. He wanted to kiss me again. “Well, if you’re obsessed, then I’m obsessed.” Taking a step toward me, his gaze full of heat and yearning, he asked, “So what’re we going to do about it? I can’t stay away, no matter how hard I try. But I don’t want an

Like he still couldn’t believe I was real. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever composure I had left. I looked away quickly. “Don’t stare at me like that.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Like what?” “Like…” I swallowed. “Like you’re obsessed with me.” A slow grin spread across his face. “My love,” he murmured softly, leaning closer. “I am obsessed with you.” Heat crawled all the way down my neck. Katherine gagged loudly somewhere behind me.

Nayel Jefferson is kissing me. Nayel Jefferson my obnoxious, piece of shit, entitled, rude, the short-tempered boss is kissing me. He has shoved me against a wall, trapped me under his huge frame, holding my hands above my head, and pressed his cold lips against mine.

Doesn’t she know by now I’m the bad guy? “I thought if I didn’t see you or talk to you, maybe I’d forget you existed. I’d forget how much I wanted you, but it’s impossible.” I trace her jawline with my fingers before tipping her chin upward, aligning our mouths. “I’m obsessed with you. Your essence, the air you breathe. You are mine. Nobody else’s, ever.”