The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Walker was the embodiment of every high school crush come to life. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up every morning to a choir of birds helping him get dressed. Get him in a room with Lincoln and me, and people would be fainting all over the place.

But this guy was like my fantasy on crack. My naughtiest day dream come to life. The walking embodiment of allure.

Obsession didn't even begin to cover what I felt. It was more than that; it was an insatiable craving, a need that clawed at me from the inside.

"Sugar won't change perfection, Blake. It'll just make it sweeter."

“Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.” My insides clenched, another tiny orgasm fluttering through me at his words. He grinned wickedly. “Looks like someone likes to be praised. Which is my lucky day. Because I’m going to spend every day in this sweet pussy, telling you how perfect you are.”

The answer is never. Your pain is not a baggage to endure, baby. It’s an honor for me to help you shoulder it. Give it to me. Tell me where it hurts. Let me take it away.”

“Sunshine, you haven’t realized, you’re saving me right back. I gave you my soul all those years ago, and I’ve just been existing ever since, waiting for you to come back to me. You aren’t some girl. And I’m not some boy. We’re soulmates, twin halves of the…Same. Fucking. Soul.”

"I can’t watch you be so miserable. I can’t be the reason that all your light fades. I love you enough to let you go, to stop forcing you to be with me.”

You don’t have to be anything for me to love you. You just have to be you.”