Megs Atte

“I would have taken you back to my apartment,” I said darkly, teeth gritted, my fist still tangled in her hair. “And we wouldn’t have made it to the bedroom before I knew what your pussy tasted like.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older

“I saw his resolve draining the longer we held. Reed’s jaw clenched tight, cheeks flickering with suppressed feelings. “I needed to be close to you. Watch you sleep, watch you breathing.” “Living,” I exhaled. “That’s right.” “Life is living.” My voice quaked as I echoed his words to me from that first night at the lake. “If you’re not living exactly the way you want to live, then what’s the point?” Our foreheads melded together, his mouth a toe-lift away. Boldness shot through me as I pulled all the way up and flicked my tongue against his bottom lip. “Tell me goodnight, Reed.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older

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― Penelope Douglas, Birthday Girl

“Slowly, Halley slid her fingers from my mouth, dusting them along my bottom lip as she lowered her hand. With a half-lidded stare, skin flushed red, and dynamite in her eyes, she murmured huskily, “Now you know.” Now I know.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Older