The Professional Kisser

The Professional Kisser

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How do you end up being a Professional Kisser for a living? Here's how. - Get wrongfully (but gladly) evicted from you're shitty apartment. - Publicly quit your job after you're handsy boss grabs you're ass for the hundredth time (and maybe publicly shame your now ex boss while you're at it) (And get a mini standing ovation from the staff and customers) - Get "slightly" drunk and let a painfully gorgeous man pay you $1000 in return for a kiss (And dry hump him while you're at it!) (Why not? You have no dignity left)
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Olivia Morningstar just wants to live a normal life. As an actress though, her life is anything but and although she doesn't let it faze her, the attention is sometimes sickening and that's why she tries to live her life on the low. She got cheated on. Angry but not hurt. Throw in a mix of a careless little sister and a sick best friend and watch how these take a toll on her life. Add a shit ton of paparazzi and a secret case the man she's interested in is working on and her life isn't so much private anymore. ~~~ He breaks the kiss as he looks directly at me, no doubt memorizing what I look like as he fingers the fuck out of me. "Be mine?" He asks. "I-I thought that was... wasn't until the first date," I whisper, not knowing where my sighs ended and his started. We're so close that I'm sure I'm inhaling his exhale and vice versa, with none of us giving a fuck about it. "Can't wait." He breathes out, slipping his index finger too, stroking faster and deeper and I grip the bedsheets tighter, waves of pleasure taking control as I groan with eyes shut, coming close. "Be mine?" He asks again and I could feel his eyes still trained on me. Unable to speak, I nod. "Words, Olivia. Words." "I- uh, fuck it, yes, I'll be yours," I reply with a hoarse voice, a voice I can't recognize. I let my hands go up to his hair, removing the band that held it together, so it'll fall in soft waves and I can run my hand through it freely. "Then, I think I'm also yours." [Word count: 85,000-90,000] Trigger warning: ~Sexual assault. ~Mentions of violence. ~Mature Language. ~Sexual content. ~Mentions of suicide.

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