Kissy Missy R34 Novels & Stories

"I want you even more, Sam." "Not possible," I countered. Our eyes met again, and he bent to kiss me. Our kisses were fast and furious, full of lust and passion. The tension in my muscles seemed to melt away as Robbie's body massaged mine. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. He fumbled in the nightstand, quickly slipping on a condom.

Rycon whispered, making her smile brightly. He stood, leaned down, and kissed her lips lightly. Their kiss deepened, until Misan lay in his arms with Rycon over her. Their kisses grew more passionate, their bodies burning with desire. “May I?” Rycon asked meaningfully, gazing into her eyes. Misan smiled and nodded wholeheartedly. He kissed her lips again, softer, with respect. His lips traveled to her jaw, sending shivers down her body. She moaned softly. Rycon removed his upper garment, kissed her again, and trailed kisses down her neck, making her moan louder.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

She wished she could be as optimistic as Lady Selena. “I understand you’re anxious, Miss Ellis. But remember that this afternoon, our Young Master Pittman made a disastrous mistake.” Layla walked into the living room, held on her hand plate with fruit. “Come on, have some fruit, Miss Ellis. Vitamins are good for your skin.” Layla put the fruit platter down on the table and reminded her. “Take a nap to regain your spirit full of energy. And don’t forget to remove all makeup before bed.” Layla reminded her.

he said finally, voice low, almost a growl in its quietness, “we have no choice now but to confront it.” Her pulse jumped. “Confront what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough to erase the last remnants of space between them. She could see every subtle line of his face, every shadow under his eyes, every flicker of emotion he tried to hide. “This,” he said finally. “This—what we’ve been ignoring. The tension. The awareness. The… desire.” Amara swallowed hard. She could feel it now, in her chest, in her throat, in the tips of her fingers that itched for contact but didn’t move. “It’s real,” she whispered.

Lord knows they need it. I look down at the girls and lean in closer to her. "She thinks I'm getting hanky panky with Melissa," I mumble. It's more than I told her earlier. She presses down hard on the bloody knuckle, and I grimace. "I hate that you do this to yourself," she sighs. "Why?" That's a good question. Fuck buddies are overrated and I'd just want to fuck Rae anyway. But yeah, I don't know why the fuck I do this to myself.

I rasp, and she moans around me, the sound traveling straight to my balls. Her arousal is so prominent in the air, I'm completely distracted now. It's like her pussy's crying out to me, and I'm about to give it exactly what it wants. I pull out of her mouth and in an instant, I'm hovering above her, drilling into her hot, sopping wet pussy. My grip is tight on her neck, restricting her breathing slightly. By the sound of her moans, she seems perfectly okay with it. I smash my lips to hers, running my tongue along her bottom lip. She eagerly opens her mouth and I shove my tongue inside it. Our kisses are so sloppy. It's like I can taste all of her desire for me just on the tip of her tongue.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

“Tight little asshole, too. Which first?” “Pussy,” Carter declared, his voice thick. “Break her in proper.” He positioned himself behind her, the broad head of his cock nudging through her slick folds. She was wet, impossibly, shamefully wet. “You ready for this, Kelsey? Ready to get your cunt stuffed by your new brothers?” “Yes,” she gasped, pushing her hips back in invitation.