Romans & histoires The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Then they made me drink something yellowish with a pungent smell and awful taste, and now they were making me go kiss a random guy. More like a man, he was about my father’s age. What was he doing here anyway? Didn’t he have a family to take care of? And what, kiss him? I haven’t ever kissed a guy. I’d be damned to lose my first kiss to him. It was something I was reserving for my fated mate.

“ Oh I like you a little tease huh cruising around innocent like damn boy you look like your 14 or and such pretty lips I like faggots like you and don’t worry I’ll never tell your girlfriend your a cocksucker “ “ What the… fuck off old man I’m going to “ Before I could say anything more he picks me up like a rag doll kisses me I try to say something when his tongue slides into my mouth holding me with one arm I feel his other hand pulling down my shorts my underwear . I tried to struggle but he was holding me so tight his tongue swishing in my mouth my head was spinning I’m confused his hand is rubbing on my cock and for some reason I was getting hard I’m in public anybody could come by see

Then, after what felt like forever, he broke the kiss. “Ahh!” I panted heavily as he pulled back, our noses brushing as we caught our breaths. That was when reality slammed back in. I had just kissed a man almost twice my age, my best friend’s uncle outside my apartment. And the craziest part? I loved it. I wanted more. I must have lost my damn mind. “Fuck!” I cursed, staring at the man whose eyes burned with lust. His expression was so raw I could’ve sworn I was already naked under that gaze.

yes " he pulled me closer and I couldn't help but smile brightly remembering Kacey's words . " Don't worry maybe the helmet guy is your prince charming " The helmet man was indeed my prince charming . Slowly his eyes fell on my lips and took permission . I smiled softly and he leaned down touching my lips with his … He rested his forehead on mine as we both grinned . This was the best day and best kiss of my life Third person p.o.v My man gave me photos of Jade . I saw her kissing him on the beach making my blood boil . I crash the mirror with my fist.

I asked. He laughed softly, taking his hand away from my pussy and bringing it up to my breast, fondling me. "You're okay with kissing an old man like me, little girl?" I giggled, pulling myself close to him. He put an arm around me, still running his fingers along my breast as he leaned in, nipping lightly at my bottom lip before he kissed me. He ran his tongue along my lip, and I couldn't help myself from moaning softly. He kissed much better than Jason, and his lips felt wonderful against mine. Mr. Davidson laughed softly as I sighed.

“I kissed someone.” Tyson raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Annnd?” I sat on the bench, my face in my palms my mind went back to the memories of what happened yesterday. Her soft lips on my, her breasts flushed against my chest, her mind blowing scent. "I kissed an older lady." I put it as that. Tyson's eyes widened and Jared smacked my head again. "Oh shit, I always knew you were freaky but damm, you upgraded dude." Jared said with a smirk, shaking me while we walked to the locker room.

The old man told me. I didn't understand anything, of course, I don't know who he is. I shook my head as a sign that I did not know, him, so he puffed something frustrated. "Moriah, I need you to remember what I told you the day, that you discovered that you weren’t ageing." I stared at him puzzled. I even moved my head a little to the side. The old man shook his head, "May I touch your hand?" The old man asked me and I nodded my head, he closed the distance that separated us and grabbed my hand.

“I’ve missed you.” He stops my reply with his lips. He said exactly what I’ve been feeling. I missed him too. Tomorrow is Friday and we will have known each other for one entire week. This situation is nuts. Then again, so are his lips. Full and so damn perfect. I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders and lean into the kiss. He tastes so good. I’m a very bad person because on the day of my father’s funeral, I wish we had time to do more than kiss. I need to reaffirm life and maybe this is normal. I can’t trust my thoughts right now, so I allow the kiss to soothe me.

he called, sounding erotic, almost making her shiver on the spot. " What! " She snapped. Getting tired of the man's silly games with her all day. "You're forgetting one thing." "And what's that?" "A goodbye kiss" he said, smiling. "What.... What?" Jasmine shockingly asked. First of all, she couldn't believe he had spent the whole day watching her eat and now he wanted her to kiss him? Was this man for real? "Mr Charles, I'm sorry I don't kiss random strangers just because they buy me lunch"

God. If I’ve met a man who kisses better I don’t recall him, and if I’ve met a man with more charisma I’ve forgotten him for my own good. This guy, he kisses like a champion. He’s gentle until he isn’t, and his hand splayed on my back feels as if it’s branded against my bare spine. It’s a good job his name isn’t actually Jace because I’d have forgotten it.