Thousand Kisses Deep Novels & Stories

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

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The fear is gone. "Eve," he whispers. And then he kisses me. It’s not the kiss of a man who is angry. It’s not the kiss of a man who is trying to shut me up. It’s not the kiss of a predator claiming his territory. It’s deep. It’s slow. It’s oddly relieved. He kisses me like he’s reached the end of endurance and found me there. His lips move against mine with a desperate, aching tenderness that disarms me completely.

One last kiss. Deep. Possessive. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of her, of them, of every filthy thing they’d done in the last fourteen days. She kissed him back just as hard—teeth grazing his lip, fingers curling into his shirt. No tears. No pleas. Just heat, raw and unrelenting. He pulled back first, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip. “You know where to find me next December, toy.” She smiled—small, wicked, utterly satisfied. The ache between her legs throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

“Tessa’s doesn’t come close to measuring to your pussy. Yours is utterly gorgeous. Moist.” She finally puts her mouth on me and I cry out in pleasure. She hums equally in pleasure, devouring me with deep, open mouthed kisses. She’s kissing my pussy lips so deeply, all I can do is hold my breath. She doesn’t let go for several seconds. Her lips remain latched to my lips, her tongue thrust so deep inside my pussy hole. When she finally lets go, she does so with a loud gasp. Her face is red from choking herself on my cunt.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.