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"I want to be inside you so bad, baby. I want to feel that hot, wet pussy of yours all around me."
"A dirty talker, are you?"
"For the most part, but I can be romantic when the mood calls for it." "I’m not in the mood for romantic. Are you?"
"Hell no." He went at her clothing, tearing the shirt from her back.
"I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight. I’m going to make sure you’re so sore you won’t be able to stop thinking about me and what I’ve done to you."






4.5 Erotic and Heartbreaking Stars
The thing is, I'm happy being me and I sure as fuck won't change for anyone. I don't need fixing because I'm not broken. I simply work hard and play harder.
Love fucks you up, which is why I didn't do relationships. Relationships lead to love and being in love opens you up to the possibility of being hurt. Love rips your chest open and puts your heart out there to be broken.

Without trying to sound cocky, it wasn't unusual for women to orgasm three or four times when with me. Maybe I had the perfect shaped dick. Or maybe I just knew what to do with it.


It was like she saw right through the fifteen years' worth of barriers I'd built up around myself to the real me. The one I never showed anyone.


5 Absolutely Beautiful Forbidden Stars



Thanks, Dad, for leaving a huge void in my life that Freud says has to be filled with dick.
The funny thing was that his kiss had felt like fucking me, and his fucking me felt like being kissed, everywhere, every bit of my body unbearably warm and buzzing.


"I can't hold on to you. You're like that shooting star. Just a trail of fire in my hands."

"Now I know," he said, touching me again, "why I was drawn to you. We have the same darkness inside."
"Our fucked-up parents?"
"Our lost childhood."

"Who am I to you?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Maise or your student?"
"Both," he whispered.
I felt chills.
"Then fuck me Mr. Wilke."

“I want to fuck you in this classroom,” I said.
He exhaled slowly through his teeth.
“On this desk,” I said. “While you’re wearing your shirt and tie, and I’m wearing nothing but socks.”
He kissed me to make me stop talking.






DNF at 50%

Angel reaches down for her purse on the floor.
"Do you know what I want?" I ask Angel.
"I need to kiss you, Angel"

I'm on my third glass and my second outfit. The more I drink, the sexier my outfit gets.





"Because there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."

"I get her out."
"You and what army?"
"I don't need an army."
"What, are you the French James Bond or something?"
"Of course not. James Bond is vanilla."








"Because there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."

"I get her out."
"You and what army?"
"I don't need an army."
"What, are you the French James Bond or something?"
"Of course not. James Bond is vanilla."






For over ten years after he and Søren had parted company, Kingsley had lived the most dangerous life he could. He ran from death the way he’d run that night from Søren— in the hopes he’d get caught and taken. Not until they reunited had Kingsley found a purpose in his life again, a reason to live.



The Past
“You aren’t afraid of me right now.” A statement, not a question, and yet Kingsley heard the question underneath the words. Why?
“There’s nothing you could do to me now that I wouldn’t want.”
Stearns looked Kingsley up and down, as if he realized an alien lay beneath him instead of a person.
“What are you?” Stearns asked him the same question Kingsley had asked him, but Kingsley had a much simpler answer.
“I’m French.”

The Present
Søren told her everything and gave her everything. And then she’d had the audacity to walk away from it all. Søren laid out feasts for her that she merely picked at, while Kingsley lapped up the crumbs that fell to the floor.

The South
"I know how to tie knots that sailors who’ve spent half their lives at sea have never even heard of. I can pick locks that would stump half the cat burglars in New York. I can slice a Post-It note in half with the tip of a bullwhip. I can get any kinky man in the world to drop to his knees, kiss my feet and confess his darkest sins to me just for the pleasure of having me punish him for them. But, Wesley… I do not know who to be with somebody like you. A sweet, kind, vanilla virgin has me stumped. It’s been fifteen months since the last time we tried, and I still haven’t figured it out."


"Nora, have you never cuddled before?"
"Not like this. Here. You lay on your back. I’ll lay on you."
"Fine. Fine…" Wesley rolled onto his back and Nora collapsed onto his chest. He let out a puff of air as she scrambled into position.
"Are you made of lead?"
"I’m solid muscle and evil. Stop bitching and cuddle me."

Sean was supposed to be good at solving probles, but he did't have the first fucking clue what to do about Katie.




He could hardly tell her he'd memorized her in high school. That he'd known all the colors of her nail polish, her favorite clothes, and the names of her friends.
He could hardly tell her she'd worn the sweater she had on today to the office two weeks ago, and her silver necklace had shown up in September and quickly become a favorite. He couldn't help it. He noticed things. He noticed her.

Did it make her a complete pervert, that hearing Sean geek out about computer stuff was turning her on?
Probably.
Did she officially have a candy-apple-red girl crush on her partner?
Yes. Yes, she did.
Way to go, Smarticus. VeryLa Femme Nikita of you.
"You were the kind of girl who punched the boys you really liked, weren't you?"
"I kicked Jeff Myers in the shins all the time during recess. He never understood."
"That explains why my scalp hurts."
"Your scalp?"
"You pulled my hair. Bit me, too. I think you might love me."
"Did I? I'm sorry. I didn't even realize. I was too busy getting screwed so hard, I lost all sense of reality."
"Don't make me come again," she said. "I want you with me."
"Next time. This time, I get to watch." His voice in her ear was so low and growly, his hands between her legs so masterful, she gave in and let the orgasm rip through her, one tight, titanic wave that left her trembling when it receded.
As promised, he watched her, his deep blue irises glittering with possessive satisfaction.
"Holy shit," she said.
"Mmm," he replied.
Then he started all over again.


I hate writing these type of reviews, and I think I'll once again be in the minority with my review here, but I just didn't enjoy this one.



"No...listen to me, Tom. Hear me out. Looking at you makes me feel, well, you should...you should know. We're adults, and unless I'm reading you the wrong way, you're attracted to me as well. So we might as well share a bed and have some fun while we're here together. I know this isn't for real, and I know neither of us wants that, but it's the least I can do."

He should be the poster board image of what to avoid in teenage pregnancy. The balance between light and dark was just enough to tempt a female to jump over the edge of reason, no matter how hard the recovery from the fall. Fortunately, Julietta despised heights and avoided them at all costs.
"No, Julietta, I do not believe in love. Never have. I believe in passion and lust, honesty and loyalty. I believe in hard work and sacrifice. I believe in enjoying the gifts of this world. But I do not believe in love."
"I can't be what you want," she whispered.
His eyes blazed fire, oddly, his face seemed to soften with a possessiveness shed never glimpsed before. "You don't have to be anything, baby. You have no choices left - I've taken them all away. I'm about to play with your delectable body, and there's not a damn thing you can do."








“Missed you… so fucking much, Princess.”










"You might not have been by my side physically but I couldn’t deny you were there mentally. Every day I was gone, it was the memory of you that pushed me and even when I thought I had lost you for good and through that anger…”
He trails off and I look up into his eyes.
“Even through the anger of losing you— I still knew you were my angel. My light.”
“Can’t wait baby, I’m going to rip those tight ass pants from your body and bury my face between your creamy thighs. I want to feel that sweet cunt around my tongue. Going to make you scream Princess, and then when you can’t take it anymore,” he pushes his denim covered hips hard into mine, his thick erection rubbing my clit in the most delicious way, “then I’m going to lick my way up this sweet fucking body and finally I’m going make you mine.”
He rolls his hips and I gasp, so close.
“Oh God”




I just want to be yours. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I answer, reaching over and linking our hands. “Princess you have always been mine. Always.

“Not one day went by Izzy that my heart didn’t belong to you. To this day there has only been one woman that has and will ever hold it. Fuck, baby but the love I have for you is so fucking strong sometimes, I wonder if it will crush me.”
