Mal And Ben Kiss Novels & Stories

I covered half of my mouth and whispered the last part at the reporter. “She’s embarrassing us, let’s go.” I heard Finn mutter through gritted teeth, poking Kevin who hissed at him in annoyance. “What’s with you guys and touching me today?!” He suddenly snapped followed by a “that didn’t come out right” and I almost choked at his words, muffling in a laugh as the reporters attention turned back to the boys. “Oh and as you can tell, the rumors about them being gay is true.” I nodded at the reporters in a serious expression and turned away, walking off as the reporters instantly dropped the bomb at the boys, filling the entire room with gasps and questions.

She asked him “Ehmmm why you ask? Well, he is good looking” Ben answered it shortly “Want to know a secret?” “Secret?” Ben’s eyes lit up “Don’t tell your mommy, promise?” “Okay!!!” He smiled “Our boss, he likes your mommy” “What? Really? What is your proof?” Ben asked Katie back ‘This boy, sure, he is smart!’ She thought. “I saw him kiss your mommy. Maybe your mommy like him too” Ben was shocked hearing his mom had a ‘kiss’ with a man. “Ugh...I was thinking to pair mommy with Uncle Damian. But well, her boss isn’t that bad too”

he said, and I did, giving Frank better access to my throat. But then Ben surprised me, his fingers trailing back to where Frank's ass was exposed. He wet his thumb with spit and circled Frank's hole, pressing in gently. Frank groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as Ben worked him open. Ben pulled me off him slightly, his cock still buried in my pussy, and reached for Frank's hip. “Come here,” he urged. Frank pulled from my lips with a pop, turning to straddle Ben's chest, facing me. Their mouths crashed together, kissing hungrily, tongues dueling as hands explored. I watched, mesmerized, grinding down on Ben's cock while my fingers found my clit, rubbing in time.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

He looked surprised but he just winked. "First time, seeing me like this? Well, I'm surprised too, it's my first time kissing a girl," he said which surprised me more, it didn't feel like it was his first time, he just kissed me like a pro. "And in public? Bro, at least take her home, have some respect, and hey girl can you..." "Sabrina?" "Nate?" "You know each other?" the guy I just kissed ask and knowing they knew each other, I tried to remember if I've seen this man and I was shocked to remembered him, he was the guy who's with Nate back in the old days and I cursed at myself.

“It's perfect.” “You're perfect,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek. “We're perfect,” I correct him. He nods and brings his lips to mine. We kiss in front of our sandcastle, and I see the flash from the photographer's camera. I'm glad this picture will be mine forever. We are in love, and now we have a picture to hang in our home of sandcastle kisses.

“My cousin. She’s a geographer, mostly field work—mapping, hiking, or finding things people don’t want to be found.” Kent, halfway into a sip from his water bottle, choked. The bottle slipped from his hand and bounced off his boot. He didn’t even blink. Benita turned toward him, brows raised. “Kent?” He was staring at Maloi like someone had just introduced him to gravity. Words—his favorite thing—had apparently abandoned him. Maloi gave him a once-over, smirked slightly. “He always this quiet?” “Never,” Benita said. “Weirdo.” Maloi muttered under her breath. “So who are we looking for?”

"Go on. What does the silence mean?" ​Talia sighed, her tone shifting from gossiping best friend to the brutally honest big sister. "Kelsey, look at me. You are a sweet, gorgeous girl who believes in romance and slow burns. But Malik is a sophomore varsity athlete with a blue checkmark. If a guy like that kisses you at a house party and doesn't follow up by the next morning... it could mean the kiss was just the start of a consistent hookup dynamic. Like a casual, weekend thing. And that's not what you want, is it?"

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

she whispered. One step, two steps, Malia came closer – erasing the distance between herself and Loui. Then, three seconds later, without hesitation, Malia landed a warm kiss on Loui's valve. "Can we just spend the night? Doing anything you want to, Loui." Malia teased. Loui opened his eyes, he found Malia who still likes to close her eyes with her juicy valves that are only parallel to him. "Malia?" called Loui hesitantly.