Madison Beer Kissing Novels & Stories

Donna replied, her voice soft and sincere. Madison felt her heart racing and her pussy getting wetter just with those words. She leaned in closer, her gaze searching Donna’s as they held contact. “Then why aren't you kissing me?” She whispered. Donna didn't need any further encouragement. She captured Madison's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her hands roaming over Madison's body, squeezing her breasts and hips with reverent touch. Madison moaned into the kiss, her hands threading through Donna's hair, pulling her closer.

“Or are you too good for this, priest boy?” “He's not,” Tristan said. “Back in California, Jake threw the wildest parties. Pretty sure Molly’s old news for him. Right, Jake?” I didn’t reply. I let the pills sit on my tongue, bitter chalk melting slow. I wanted to taste something—anything—that wasn’t her name stuck on the tip of my tongue. Summer. Summer. Summer. But hell, it was bitter. It didn’t taste like her. So I swallowed it down. Marcus threw his head back laughing when Kat kissed me on the dance floor—her mouth sweet with vodka and some cherry gum. Her hands hooked in my belt loops, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes. Didn’t want to see her face. I wanted to see someone else.

They both leaned closer over the table, the warmth of their drinks mingling with a growing tension in the air. Then, in a moment that felt electric, their eyes locked. The laughter faded away, replaced by something deeper, a silent understanding passing between them. Time seemed to stretch as Marley leaned in slightly, her breath mingling with the scent of chocolate and the liquor she had just drank. Without breaking eye contact, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a gentle yet bold kiss. It was soft at first, a hesitant exploration filled with the sweetness of chocolates and the thrill of something new. Jonathan felt a rush of warmth, his heart racing as h

You think too highly of yourself; you think I melt whenever you're near me, but in reality, I want you gone in the next minute. Madison's eyes and body language were not matching her statements. I stepped closer to her, pressing my lips against her neck. I kissed her on the neck softly. I kissed her around the neck with my lips softly placed on her neck. Her eyes were closed, and her nipples were hard to the touch. I came to a halt and looked her in the eyes. "You see, you couldn't even stop me; I'm sure you'd be dripping down there if I ran my hands through your pants." Get ready, because we're going out to lunch.

he whispered seductively in her ears. Stella's eyes widened and her blood went up immediately, she turned to face him so she could start shouting at him but before her mouth could even open, she left something warm on her lips, his lips were on hers, he was kissing her!! IN FRONT OF THE KIDS!! "Daddy!! Daddy me next, I want one on my lips too" Mason jumped while raising his hands up in the air happily. "Me too daddy, kiss me too" Madison followed, she was also jumping up, trying to jump higher than Mason so her daddy would see her first.

And Madison noticed. “This is awkward.” She said, as soon as the elevator doors closed. “So you two want to kiss and make up.” Everyone looked confused at what she meant, “Eww, why will I kiss him.” Maeve said. “Because I'm a better kisser than Mark.” I said, mocking her. “You see.” She said pointing at me, “I don't trust him. I don't trust arrogant jerks!” She shot at me. “And I don't like Miss I know it all!” I shot back at her.

“I said that you acted like an ass. I didn’t say anything about your nice ass.” “So, you just admitted that you think I have a nice ass.” He nipped at her as his tongue traced her lips, seeking entry. “Hmm.” Madison let her tongue dance around with his until Jacob deepened their kiss. She finally pulled back after her lungs were ready to explode from lack of oxygen. “Just remember that it’s mine now.” Jacob leaned his forehead on hers and took in some slow deep breaths. “Always.” He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled on her T-shirt sleeve. “Seems like you’re getting ready to leave or something.”

I must say, it’s nice feeling. We kept ordering and exchanging random jokes, she’d say, “You’re so extra, I’m surprised you don’t fit in a carry-on” to which I’d respond, “You’re so sweet, I’m suprised you don’t have bees following you.” At this point, I was already feeling tipsy but Madison looked like she was drunk or very close to it, “Maybe you should cut down on the alcohol.” I tried advising her only to get a sultry expression as a response. “Dare me to do something” she suggested. “Whatever is on your mind right now, Do it.” I responded. She moved her face closer to mine, I could feel each of her breath intermingling with mine- see the tiny freckles on her cheek, my heart began to rac

But the sight that met my eyes made me wish I had stayed hidden in my room. Madison was perched on the edge of the kitchen island, her dress ridden up to her waist, legs wrapped around Mason’s hips. He had her pinned there, one large hand gripping her thigh while the other tangled in her hair. He kissed her fiercely, deep and possessive, like he was claiming every breath she took. The sound of it the soft, wet slide of mouths, her quiet whimpers sent heat rushing through me. I coughed sharply.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.