Warren Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

"Guys, meet my best buddies. This lovely girl is Skylar and you already know the lover boy here is Chris and Sky meet Victoria and this creature is ......" "Elle, should not you have a best friend from our UPPER CLASS? better luck next time while choosing, anyway honey I need to see Mrs Maxwell. I would have done a hard shake with you but I am sure you ain't have a sanitized hand. See you guys in a bit later." I couldn't believe what just happened! For god sake was she even real? She kissed him on his cheek and I hated how it felt to watch him getting kissed by any other woman. Bitch.

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

I scream around Pierce's cock as my body convulses, clenching hard around Knox while Warren drinks down the evidence of my release. But they don't stop. They're not even close to done with me yet. "My turn," Warren says, rising from between my legs with a wet smile spreading across his handsome face. "I want to feel what all the fuss is about."

I asked, my mind trying to push off the fog that had been cast by his kiss and remembering the conversation of last night, “Marcus, they.. at the kissing booth, the girl just kisses the boys on the cheek and that's it. It's not a mouth to mouth kiss.” He leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine. Then he looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Tell me you're joking," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting to the car's ceiling momentarily before focusing on me again. "Do you even realize what a kissing booth means in this international event? Not just in our territory, but with guests from all over the world? You would have been kissing thousands of boys, mouth to mouth." Confused by his re

He shared a mocking look at him while only saying, “Try to leave a nice mark on her.” “Oh, yeah!” He responded, while my cheeks turned as red as my dress. Warren immediately led me to the parking lot. We got in and he was getting ready to start the engine, but I stopped him by placing my hand on his enormous cock. “Fuck me here, Warren. Hard!” “Oh, love!” I climbed onto his lap and attacked his lips. Warren unbuttoned his pants, still kissing me, and took the opportunity to caress my pussy. He stopped the kiss and frowned, saying, “Are you pantyless, love?”

I think to myself while Lillian and Jon stare out the window. We finally arrive at the precinct and then we walk into the lobby. There are several men in handcuffs and then there is a woman barely dressed in a thong and bra. She smiles at me and thrusts her breasts forward before saying suggestively, “Hey baby. Do you want to try me on for size later? You look like you could use a good blow job.”

The kiss was sudden, harsh, and far too deep—I could barely breathe. The initial shock gave way to fury. Before I could stop myself, I bit down—hard—on his lower lip. “Hey!” Warren pulled back with a hiss, wiping the blood from his lip with the pad of his thumb. “Did you seriously just bite me?” he asked, sounding more annoyed than surprised. “You kissed me without my consent. And way too hard,” I snapped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He smirked bitterly. “That was your punishment. For talking so intimately with that man. For standing there all smiles, practically batting your eyes at him.”

Warren walked confidently toward me, his eyes fixed on Simon the entire way, as if losing sight of him was too dangerous. My hands tingled when he touched them and pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine. Warren was so fast that I didn’t have time to avoid contact. Since the day I was reborn, this was the first time he had kissed me again. His lips curled into a slight, satisfied smile, as if he had been waiting too long for this moment, while I felt the blood drain from my veins. I looked at Simon. He couldn’t stand to see Warren kiss me, so he clenched his jaw and turned his face away.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'