All Downhill With You (Honeywood, #1)

by Julie Olivia

I’ve heard men say their women taste like candy. Or fruits. Or something else ridiculous. Why mask it with such flowery language? Lorelei tastes like pussy. And I fucking love it.

“You’ve ruined other women for me,” he says. “You must know that.” Emory traces my jaw with his large hand, stroking down to my chin. “Don’t worry. No other man can compare.”