Sweetheart Kissed Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

"Sweetheart we were going to let you rest a day because you were sore but now we aren't and you are going to take everything we give you and you like it. I'm going to punish you now while you suck Tyson's hard dick." "I understand daddy" I tell him softly as I swirl my tongue around the tip before licking down to the base back up to the tip before sliding as much as I possibly can. "Fuck babygirl your mouth is amazing" Tyson groans out as Tristan lands the first two smacks on my already pink ass. I moan loudly around Tyson's dick causing him to tangle his hand in my hair gripping it hard as growls outs "Fuck! Shit! I can't get enough of her sweet mouth"

Her pulse thundered as she tilted her face up to his. This time, she didn’t brush his cheek. She didn’t dart away. Instead, she pressed her lips lightly against his, lingering just long enough for the kiss to mean something. It was soft. Hesitant. But real. When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Dante’s gaze burned into her, his jaw tight, his control razor-thin. For a heartbeat, she thought he might pull her closer, deepen the kiss, demand more. But instead, he simply whispered, “Better.”

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

He stopped the kiss and leaned back, but the boy only frowned at Sidastir. "What would that prove?" he asked and stared at Sidastir. "Can I detect certain rage behind the emotionless mask?" Sidastir thought with a smile before replying. "Everything. If you had been someone else, you would have iced now. I was ten years old the first time I kissed someone, and he ended up in a coma. You are capable because you are the only person I've met during my lifetime who has been able to touch me without freezing ice."

he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

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

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.

"Sweet Cakes I kiss her head trying to reduce her agony but it was of no use. I did not know what to do to stop her cries. The only immediate solution was...I tilted her head up and attached my lips to her. It got her to a surprise and for a few moments she stopped her wails stationed in the position we were in, then lands to soft snivels again. Damn Benjamin, I will see your end. I bring my hands to the back of her head from her waist and deepened the kiss. My tongue traversed her mouth and gulped away all her wimpers. She circles her hands around my neck delightfully getting absorbed in the kiss and followed the movements of my tongue. My hands explored her body in a felicity bringing her