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He looks like Thor minus the hammer… unless you count the one between his legs.
I am completely and utterly fucked… and not in the panty soaking, toe curling, blissed out, screaming kind of way.
“She’s breathing, you unobservant asshole,” Aric helpfully replies. “Just look at her tits. They’re moving.”
I’d say Aric’s a perv, but really, he’s just raw. I get the feeling he doesn’t get a lot of contact with other people in Hell.
“Fucking is an event. Make her come before, and it’ll be better during. Make her come during, and it’ll be even better after. And shit, make her come after and—”
Climbing the Ice Mountain has never been this hard. And neither has my cock.
A better man wouldn’t look. But a better man is a bitch for missing the sight I’m basking in right now.
Attraction and fucking, that has nothing to do with your brain and everything to do with your heart.”
It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t intimacy. It was just… magical air shared between a girl and fucking Aquaman.
like some kind of Great-Value brand god of thunder.
“Don’t ever worry about fitting into a society of stones when you’re a fucking diamond.”
I hate that I don’t know any more if I should comfort him or kill him.
“The City likes this, the City does that. What the fuck is this city, and why does it have more of a personality than you do!?”
“Oh my god, your dad is tricking us into having sex!” I blurt like it’s the worst thing that could happen to me.
Their brains . . . tiny, little things. Like raisins.”
