Loud House Kisses Novels & Stories

We used the insurance money to buy a beautiful villa in a city with a mild, springlike climate year-round and a sleek Cayenne. On the day of the move, I saw Eleanor again.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

They entered the family house—a large, traditional home with arched doorways, warm lighting, and the strong smell of incense. Several people were already there. Kassem’s father—tall, gray-bearded, dignified. His aunt—sharp-tongued and dramatic. His three cousins. A niece. A nephew. A whole extended clan. As they stepped inside, every conversation paused. Dozens of eyes turned to them. His father stepped forward first, giving Amara a polite smile. “Welcome, my dear. You are part of us now.” She bowed slightly. “Thank you, sir.”

I deepen the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers softly. I can still taste the whiskey on her breath, and mixed with the taste of her, it makes for my new favorite drink. My hand slides from her cheek and curls in the strands of her brown, silky hair, and I tighten my grip on it. The pressure on her scalp makes her moan into my mouth, and I smirk into the kiss before deepening it. Letting my tongue brush up against hers. And with a gentle hold on her hair, I am able to keep her where I want her while I kiss her.

Hazel replied with a shaky voice. Luther raised her face to his, as he bumped his head gently against hers, while he kissed her forehead tenderly, then rested his lips on hers, as he kissed her passionately.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.