Lips Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

Every moan from both of us gave me more desire that I felt. "Aaaahhhh, it's delicious Rocky. That's how ughhhh Love," I uttered madly. "There it is, ooohh my G—," I couldn't finish what I was going to say when Rocky grabbed my lips. As it comes in and out of my tunnel faster and faster. Until. . . .

It was a porcelain doll that he personally crafted for me. Liam caressed Ivy’s hair comfortingly with loving eyes. He used to dote on me like that. “Don’t worry. It’s just a doll. I’ll smash it with you.” He bent down, picked up the doll’s head, and smashed it forcefully against the floor. The porcelain shards smashed into smaller pieces. The doll was unsalvageable. Ivy was delighted as she clapped and laughed. My hands started to tremble. Back then, when he gave this doll to me, Liam pinched my face with a smug expression.

Aunt Evelyn is a stunning woman, and thanks to her genes, most of her striking features were passed on to Rocky. When they matured, those features added to his masculine appeal - the chinky eyes fringed with heavy eyelashes. He looked especially good with his usual frosty expression, and his narrow nose made him appear distant and unapproachable. Same with the prominent chin and strong jawline. Then, Leigh noticed Rocky’s lips turning up at the corners showing his usual smirk, and knew he had caught her staring. In embarrassment, she turned her head away, but not before noting how pinkish his lips looked. For a while, Leigh thought about how those lips tasted.

All this time, he never let go of the dick. Rolph threw his head back but the pillar supported it, making it end up upturned. His blue eyes were dark and hazy, peeping out of his slitted eyelids. His mouth was slightly opened and his lips were swollen and glittering from the kiss. There was a little blood clot where his lower lip had broken. If Leo should let go, he would fall because he was as jelly as a fish. Every bone in his body had lost its density. He was purring and hissing. Pure music to Leo's ears.

Strong and sturdy. I watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sniffing them. His eyes roll back and then pops those two fingers into his mouth sucking on them. “You taste like fucking peaches Lyric.” He groans. I’m not sure what comes over me, I lick my lips and step up to him wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. I surprise myself by initiating the kiss and instead of pushing me away his large arms circle around me and pull me closer.

I rub a hand over my face, but the moment my eyelids fluttered shut, I saw the most excruciating sight I could ever witness. Rory, she’s in a dark room, illuminated only by a single lamp. She was breathing hard. A man… A fucking human was hovering above her, kissing the lips which were supposed to be mine.

It sounds more like an order or questions. "She needed someone" Rocco simply replied. Lu smirked, he placed his right hand on his waist and raised the left one to his head, ruining his perfectly styled hair with his angry fingers. His gaze home on Alita's still swollen lips and he scoffed. "She needed someone to make out with her," he said sarcastically "I should have assumed that girls do need people to kiss their lips swollen by the second hand of their master" he glazed at Rocco who lowered his head.

The stranger's lips curled in disbelief. "Hmm… it's nothing," I replied, arching my neck so he could gain access to it. A rough sigh escaped his lips as he pressed his lips against mine. The wet lips trailed down my lips and found their way to my neck, biting down on it and sucking it. "Heavens!" I bit down on my lips and turned sharply to the figure before moving my hips to meet the thrusts. The face became a little clearer. Sweaty skin, kissable lips, and a small scar on right above his eyebrow.

My hands land on his shoulder as his lips suck my lower lip. I remained still as I didn't know what to do. I never had a boyfriend and I didn't find interest in romance movies and books so I don't even know ‘A' of kissing. “Lick my lips, love. Loosen up, yourself." He mutters and instantly he gets back to sucking my lower lip. I do what he said to do. I very slowly lick his upper lip. “Fuck yes, just like that love." He groans which gives me butterflies in my belly.

"Well, someone's having a blast." My gaze snaps left and Darrock's standing in the hallway, a filled glass in hand. I smell liquor, like it's right under my nose. I smell him; soap, sandalwood and...something tangy. I pull away from the dent in the wall. "Oh great. I was almost worried that my wish killed you." "Peachy," he mutters and my eyes are suddenly glued to his lips. They are thin, but well sculpted. Soft. I bet I could drag my teeth across and--