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There’s nothing quite like a little childhood trauma to fuck with a grown man and turn him into a walking red flag.
I might even give her a screaming orgasm before ending her life. But I draw the line at being a shitty boyfriend.
It’s gonna be fucking amazing, the sweetest rush, just like when you’re ordering McDonalds and they accidentally give you an extra cheeseburger for free. Pure bliss.
“I want to get to know you, Kyah. I want to know what gets under your skin. I want to know what makes you smile. But most of all, I can’t stop wondering about the way you’d taste on my tongue.”
“The second I saw these full lips, I knew I needed to see what they looked like wrapped around my cock.”
She’s fucking dazzling, and I know if she were looking up at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to resist a damn thing she wanted. Hell, if she asked to strap on a fucking ten-inch monster cock and peg me, I’d be straight on my knees telling her which drawer I keep the lube in. But fuck, if she wanted to go in dry . . . shit. I don’t know about that. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I’d still do it with tears in my eyes, only for her though.
“I’m going to fall in love with you, Kyah. A week from now, a month. I can’t be sure, but it’s happening whether you want it to or not, and I don’t give a shit if that scares the shit out of you.”
human emotions isn’t always as easy as we hope it’s going to be. Sometimes we just break, even when it’s not warranted,
“When you take me in your mouth for the first time, I want you on your knees in black lingerie with that collar strapped tightly around your throat. Only then will you taste me.”