Spell Kisses Novels & Stories

Deane groaned at the feeling of her pillowy lips on his dick. "Good, again, with tongue this time." Kira instructed. Chelsey swiped her tongue over the head, french kissing the tip hungrily. Kira hummed and rubbed her friend's arm to encourage her kisses. His dick tasted delicious in her mouth and she enjoyed the flavour of him. She felt Kira put a hand on the side of her neck and caress the skin there. Then she watched as Kira brought her lips to hers, to kiss her with the head of his cock between them.

I whispered against his lips, challenging him. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he suddenly slammed his lips against mine. It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was hard and punishing. His lips pressed against mine, and I tried to pull away, but he held me there, firm and unyielding. I was trapped, breathless, but somewhere deep down, I liked the way he was trying to punish me. His kisses were hot and fiery and extremely dangerous too.

I’m lucky that my wolf is very strong that I didn’t bleed to death. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think I hear someone calling my name before I feel someone’s lips on mine. Wait, how long was I in deep thought? Did my baby come back from talking to his father. I feel his lips on mine and I just want to deepen the kiss. God, his lips are even more sweet than the last time. I feel my tongue just sliding into his mouth searching for his tongue and the sparks just explode so beautifully. Fuck, I thought the last kiss was amazing, but it was nothing like this and I just want my hands to seek out his heat. I feel him grinding onto my cock, but as I touch his body that I realized it wasn’t my

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.

He puckered his lips, thinking I was going to kiss him. Instead I grabbed Leslie by her neck and moved my tongue into her mouth. She was hesitant for a second before she was kissing back and everyone was cheering. Her lips tasted like Vanilla and her tongue moved swiftly with mine. I moved my hand down to squeeze her ass which made her moan into my mouth. I swallowed the sound before finally parting with her.

Then he began to say, “Instead of giving me a hair pat as a reward, why don't you give me a peck?...on the cheek? That counts as a better reward.” Katherina smiled and asked him to level himself to her height so she could grant him his wish reward. She had wanted to let her kiss land clumsily on his cheek in a cute press but Harrison had tricked her as he turned his face before her kiss could land on his cheek making her kiss his lips instead. Her eyes shot open as she noticed her lips had not landed on his cheek but rather his lips. “That's cheating!” Katherina whined as she gently pushed him away from her.

The tingling anticipation prickling her skin? She said screw it to the little voice that told her she should run from the wolf. She pressed herself against him, clutched at his muscled biceps, and let herself enjoy the kiss. What a kiss. His hard mouth claimed hers with a fervor she’d never experienced before. This. This hard, hot, breathless embrace was passion, not the tepid acts of her past with boys. Gavin was a man. All musk, power, and intent.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She’s a fucking fantastic kisser. I’ve had tons of experiences with sloppy kisses. Too much tongue, too much saliva, too much moaning. With Rylee, it’s like we hear the same tune. Our tongues and lips were dancing in a fluid motion. And she tastes as sweet as she smells. Peaches with a hint of wine. She grips my hair just enough to make me grunt and want more of that pain.

Instinctively, she licked her lips, only to meet his waiting ones. Without another thought, Ayaaz captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Both closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of their raw and untamed passion for each other. Her heart skipped a beat as he began to devour her lips, tilting his face for better access. Ziniya, mirroring his action, reciprocated the kiss, her toes curling from the passionate grip he held on her. Her inexperience only fueled his possessiveness, and he deepened the kiss as if to forever seal his claim on her.