Spider-man Kiss Upside-down Novels & Stories

I throw myself onto his lips to answer his question; I want to stay with him tonight. He pulls me close, lifts me up and sits me on his lap. My hands wrap around his neck. We deepen our kiss. His tongue explores the depths of my mouth before finding mine, he sucks it gently, sending shivers through my lower belly. His hands roam my back, sliding down to my hips which rub against him. I'm completely wet, he growls in frustration: he wants me as much as I want him. He lays me back on the couch, starting to undress me slowly.

“As you wish, my Queen.” The king spun her body around and pressed her back against the wall as his tongue entered her mouth and reached for her throat. Xandar had been pinning Lucianne to walls more often after discovering that her animal got excited every time he did it. Without breaking their kiss, Xandar swiftly lifted her legs and crossed them around his waist. When Lucianne had to break free for air, Xandar pulled the shirt over her head and let it fall on the floor before gobbling her breasts.

Before kissing Manik, I never knew a kiss could be so soothing. Manik slowly bent over me, making me lie down on the blanket with him over me. He stood on his knees while unzipping his jeans and pulling down his boxers. I wiggled out of my jeans and panties before tossing them somewhere not caring where they landed. He grabbed my top and tore it over my head.

He stretches, and Kris practically pushes me onto of him. I sit at the edge of the sofa, leaning over to give him soft and sweet kisses to his sleepy lips. "Mmmmm. Is this the surprise?" He moans under my kiss and cups my face. He pulls my head against his lips, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and sticking his tongue inside of mine. I kissed him back sensually, trying to suckle his bottom or top lip into mine, but he always had the upper hand. He moans again, and Kris just so happens to blurt, "Do you think you can take him in your mouth right now?" and my heart races even more.

He smiled and wrapped a hand up in Donna's black hair, forcing her lips down around the shaft as she yelped in surprise. "She didn't really even say hello," he said, reaching back as Jessie came up behind him. She leaned over the couch and kissed him upside down as he leaned back. He reached lower, wrapping his free arm around her and pulling. She screeched in surprise and amusement as he pulled her over the couch and down his body, her shoulder landing on Donna's back.

Not only that her phone and clutch too fell down. Before she knew anything or could react, she felt a pair of rough lips on hers. Her back was pressed against the door and her front was pressed by the well-built body of Mr. Manik Johnson. She moaned when he bit her bottom lip for access. When she moaned, he entered his tongue in her mouth and deepened the kiss. He could taste the flavor of pastry she just had.

Leah noted at one point. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Pete told her. Several minutes passed, and then a loud rustle behind Leah had her eyebrows raising quickly. She stood, turned, and began to laugh. It was Larry, all right. In a gorilla suit. With a bright pink tutu around his waist. “Dammit,” he said, and pulled the mask off. “Can’t breathe in that thing, and this is important.” Suddenly he went to one knee and held up a tiny box, and she gasped.

“You twist everything. Even chains sound like gifts when you speak.” For a heartbeat, silence stretched. Then Dante bent lower, his lips close to her ear. “That’s because gifts and chains are the same in my world. What matters is how you wear them.” He straightened, studying her like a king deciding if a pawn might yet become a queen. Finally, he took her hand, not with violence but with unnerving ceremony. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against her knuckles. The heat of it burned deeper than any threat.

I needed to get this man to lower his guard, to avoid struggle. “You’re such a dirty whore,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, trembling. Then I leaned forward, almost kissing the big man, my lips hovered over his mouth like a tease, before I grabbed Mia’s jaw and turned her face toward mine. And kissed her. Hard. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was punishment and protection all at once, tongue pushing past her lips, owning her mouth like I was branding it. My hand tightened just slightly at her throat, and she moaned against me, the sound caught somewhere between pain and surrender.

She responded instantly—twisting with leverage he had taught her. His elbow buckled. He used the moment to drop into a full grapple—wrapped both arms around her waist and held tight. > “NOW!” Ella ran. The needle flashed. Ava thrashed once, nearly broke free— But Damon grunted, squeezed harder, dragged her backward— Ella stabbed. Right between the vertebrae. A high-pitched shriek tore through the room— not from Ava’s mouth. From every speaker. The screen turned white. And Ava’s entire body collapsed.