Madison Beer Kissing の小説・ストーリー

“Last one, then we’ll start taking turns around the room.” “Girls, only this time. I’ve never kissed another girl.” I take a pull of my beer as I notice Kennedy is the only other girl to drink. Jaws drop to the floor. Madison, Reagan, and Martha look to Kennedy for details. I realize I forgot to tell them another detail of the game. “If you drink, you don’t have to explain. Drinking and admitting is all that is required. But feel free to share if you want to.” “Wait!” Isaac exclaims. “Did you two make out with each other?” He points to Kennedy and me.

Zach pulled her back. “You know that is not how you kiss me.” He said, his voice low and husky. “Show me then.” Madison smirked and immediately without hesitation, Zach pulled her back to himself as he crashed his lips on her, sucking her lower lips into his mouth. “Okay good, early in the morning.” Adrian gawked.

“…Or did you not miss me too?” Before he could answer, before his restraint could find its footing, Madison tilted her face upward and pressed her lips to his, a brazen kiss that carried both possession and provocation. For a fleeting second, Alexander gave in. The weight of her lips pressed against his, the taste of wine and sin washing through him as her body arched into his embrace. Madison’s touch was relentless, teasing him with a boldness that spoke of both hunger and ownership. He reached for her right breast and cupped it firmly, earning a soft gasp from her. Then she reached for his other hand and led it straight to her thigh, right where her entrance is— warm, wet and moist. Alex m

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

I broke the kiss and grinned. “What was that for?” Madison asked, smiling. “You know the movie Men in Black?” I asked. “Yes, of course, it’s an iconic movie,” Madison replied. “What does that have to do with you kissing me?” “I’m hoping it’s like the Neuralyzer in the movie,” I stated. “I hope it makes you forget everything your dad ever said or did to you.” Madison threw her arms around me and took me in a tight hug. I hugged her back.

Mason didn’t stop. One second he was standing over me, that smug smile on his lips, and the next— His mouth was on mine. Not soft. Not hesitant. It was a full-on, filthy kiss — his tongue sliding against mine like he owned the right to be there, like he’d been waiting years for this moment. The heat shot straight to my stomach. My hands came up to push him away, but somehow they ended up gripping his shirt instead. He tasted like beer and danger. “Oh my God!” Damien howled. “He’s actually doing it!”

Maddy asked. "Sure t'ing, ma'am," he replied He quickly returned with a glass full of dark liquid. It looked more like tar than it did beer. Maddy smiled wide as she lifted the glass and took a small sip. When she set it down, there was a thick foam mustache on her upper lip from the beer froth. She wiped it away with a napkin and then brought her attention back to me. “Cheers?” she said, holding her glass up. I grabbed my glass of water and clinked it against hers.

I interrupted, tapping Mason’s shoulder. Mason smiled, oh how I love his smile. “Hey mate.” he greeted, taking my beer and grabbing a long sip. “Sorry, all they are passing around is champagne, and you know me…” he said, handing the beer back. I shook my head but smiled. He’s adorable. I love that he still prefers the basic, simple things like a nice cold beer despite that he came from all this. I rolled my eyes as I took a sip from the beer.

Standing with the bottles in his hands, he downed the last of his beer in one long gulp. “She was always pretty,” he said simply, before heading back toward the kitchen. The room erupted in laughter and teasing “oohs,” Madison’s blush deepening until she covered her face with her hands. “So smile, okay?” Greg said warmly. “We’re all here for you.” Madison peeked out from behind her fingers, her voice soft. “Thank you.” Richard returned moments later, the bottles clinking together in his grip. “I’m out of beer,” he announced. “I’ll go get some more.”

The moment everyone had been waiting for arrived with the declaration, “You may now kiss the bride.” Cheers erupted, and Maddie, brimming with excitement, awaited my lead for the kiss. Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and reluctantly approached her. The crowd urged us on, and, seizing the opportunity to gain favor with everyone, I kissed Maddie, though it was a mere peck that left her visibly disappointed. Swiftly, I turned to the crowd, waving my hand with fake happiness. The act was convincing enough to mislead the visitors into believing in my pretend excitement, and Maddie awkwardly joined in. “Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you the future leaders of the Ironflame Pack, future A