Read My Lips Game Novels & Stories

then bite her lower lip, I ignore her questions because my eyes glue on her lips which are being a victim of her sweet I slowly realize her lip with my right thumb and start rubbing my thumb on her juicy pink lips, which is inviting me so badly, god she is so tempting that I can't control myself anymore more, So I lean in to kiss her. *****

Matt had his lips rubbed and then took the dice, rolling a 1/6/6. The womans laughed again and then moved over to Matt’s couch. Lin laid down and Jessica crawled between her thighs, blowing softly on Lin’s wet snatch. Lin cooed softly and squirmed. The womans then switched and Lin moved in between Jessica’s thighs, pursing her lips and blowing on Jessica’s shaved pussy lips. “Mmm that tickles,” Jessica moaned, and moved her fingers down towards her clit. Lin grapped her hand, stopping her. Anxious to keep going, I grabbed the dice and rolled a 4/5/5.

“You think you can humiliate me in front of my board?” “Yes,” I snapped, chin tilting defiantly. “And I’ll—” Another kiss. Rougher this time, teeth clashing, tongue claiming. My knees buckled, but his hand at my throat held me firm. God, I swear my lips moved on their own, sucking his lower lip and switching to his upper lip. Wet, messy sounds echoed as our lips fought for dominance He pulled back just enough to groan against my lips, “You want to play this game, Lily? You want to make my life hell?”

Azael tugs on my lip slightly, which is caught between his teeth, and I can't help but groan, which only he can hear. -Stop! - he shouts again- The game must go on! Azael this time, yes he seems to hear it and separates our lips, leaving our faces very close, with shaky breaths and somewhat swollen lips. We look into each other's eyes and I can assure you that I can almost immerse myself in all the lust and desire that I see in them.

A few students snickered. Mr. Healy sighed. “Focus.” “Yes, sir.” But my focus was long gone. My phone buzzed again. PINK_LIPS: You really think you’re something, huh? I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs out casually, thumbs moving fast. ME: I don’t think. I know. PINK_LIPS: ## I could see that emoji so clearly in my head—his face, his attitude, the way his eyes rolled like he hated me but somehow always stuck around anyway.

As curiosity is coating me, I downloaded it and try it. At first, I’m a bit out of it, because I don’t kind of understand the game. First thing I thought maybe it’s just a game so I just continue checking it. As there is a game, I try to join that game and find out that it’s a picking to kiss game. There’s a cycle of people from different countries in that room and there’s a bottle between those boxes of people. I just stay there and watch what they do. And as I already got the mechanics, when it’s my turn I played too.

He mumbled against my lips. He wasn't playing fair. He probably suspected my feelings and was using them against me. It was a nasty game. I tried to keep my eyes away from his lips but he was tempting me and I was a terrible player when he was being the coach. I closed my eyes to receive the impact of our lips colliding. It was hot, sweet, and mixed with bourbon. The feeling of it on his tongue made me aroused. His lips melted my knees and when I was about to fall, he sat me on the counter to continue his winning game. My toes curled under his influence and my knees pressed him closer to me. He squeezed my thigh as I gave him access to my jaw and neck.

"Though, I'd appreciate a name to put to such a beautiful face." I glanced at my cards, calculating my next move, before answering coolly, "Anonymous." Lars smirked, his grin turning almost predatory. "Pleasure." The game unfolded quickly, and I quickly realized something—I could read the others at the table easily. Their tells were obvious, high school amateur-level mistakes. A flicker of the eyes, an unconscious tightening of the jaw, fidgeting fingers. It was almost boring. Until I got to Lars. Unreadable. Not a crack, no tells, no hesitation. It really pissed me off.

I turn my head to Liam who is suddenly quite interested in the game. "Fine." I shift onto my knees so that I can reach him better where he's sitting on the sofa. If I have to do this I'm determined to leave him wanting more. He's making no move to lean in closer, and I know what he's hoping for. So, I give him what he wants and straddle his lap, tilting his face up to look at me before slowly pressing my lips to his. Fireworks. I swear a siren could have gone off in the same room and I wouldn't have heard it. His hands are firmly holding onto my hips and mine have somehow moved from holding his cheeks to running through his soft brown hair. His tongue brushes my bottom lip gently asking for

Finally, he pulls his lips away, just enough to speak. "Now it's your turn to read my card," he rasps, his eyes burning into mine. "Don't worry, I'll read it for you." I just stare at him, breathless and frustrated, my hips still grinding against his. I'm about to protest, to tell him to stop the games and just do something, when he shifts his hands from my butt. One hand goes to my chin, tilting my head back. The other reaches for my nipple and pinches it.