You Re A Great Kisser Parker นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said, side stepping him. "I'll see you in school tomorrow." He smiled gently. Arianna ran all the way to where Emily was dancing to the tune of the boy band. Amanda breathed a sigh of relief when she got there. "You look like you've seen a ghost, what's up?" Emily said. "Parker kissed me." Amanda blurted. Emily did a double take, staring at her like she had lost her mind. "He did that?" She asked. "Yes on my way back from the bathroom. I didn't even see him there, he just sort of showed up, blocking my path." Amanda said.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

I murmured, enjoying the way his name felt on my lips. “Hmm?” he answered, smiling down at me with those beautiful brown eyes. “That was wonderful,” which was a complete understatement. There was no word in the human language that described just how wonderful it had been. “I agree.” He shifted his weight slightly, giving me more space but still staying within me. I never wanted him to leave me. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a cocky grin. “Can I call you again? I know this great little Italian restaurant with an even better parking lot.”

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

"No thanks." "Fine, I won't press," he says, reaching between my legs. He wipes away my wetness, but I don't know whether he wants to clean me up or make another mess when the pad of his thumb brushes against my clitoris. "But I'll make you beg for it. One day." I swallow hard and look away from his eyes. "There's a phone call waiting for you, Mr. Park." "I love it when you call me that when we're in a situation like this," he says.

The man's sexy back was worth every penny! From inside the penthouse one evening on a weekend, Kate and Gabrielle were watching the TV ad repeatedly over popcorn. They were both scrutinizing every second of the short film! "Oh, my goodness! Anyone in my family could tell this was Kyle!" Exclaimed Kate. "I could tell it was Kyle," Gabrielle remarked, giggling at the end. "And that kiss! Gosh, I never thought my brother has it in him! Haha!" Added Kate. Shrugging, Gabrielle complimented, "Surprisingly, Kyle was just so natural at it!"

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 just acted like we were meeting for the first time, extending his hand. His hand was long and clean. The hand of a man who holds a pen, not a gun. “Hi, I'm Liam Parker.” I reached out and took his warm hand. “Nice to meet you, Professor Parker.” --- Rocco's POV Vanished? The trail went cold? Someone erased her? The words had been haunting me for a week. New York. Manhattan. The top floor of the Moretti Tower. CRASH— The expensive crystal ashtray shattered against the wall.