Pucking Wild Quotes

“Life is beautiful and short, and you only get one. Live it on purpose.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“I’m a girl of simple tastes. I like cheap wine and expensive cheese.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Hope. That word is dangerous. That word builds you up and tears you down, leaving nothing left but a charred and broken mess.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“This is for all the thirty-somethings trapped in marriages, friendships, and family dynamics you’ve outgrown. Set yourself free. Watch how you fly. Oh, and give pegging a try.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“And what would a guy like you do with one kiss from a girl like me?” “Savor it,” I reply. “Cherish it. Save it for a rainy day.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“It’s the worst feeling in the world, not being seen…walking through life like a ghost.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Okay, Fuck her plans. I want to stay here. If I’m only getting this one night and this one date, I want to sit on the couch with her on my lap in that dress.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“More distracting than the drop-dead gorgeous naked woman currently glistening like a sun goddess on the bench next to me?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Life is beautiful. Life is short. Live it on purpose.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“am everything I need. I am enough just as I am. I am smart and driven. I’m kind. I’m passionate and funny and sexy as hell.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“You are a goddess, and you deserve to be worshipped and adored.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Everyone else was there for the turtles. Ryan was there for me.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“There is no one else,” he says, his gaze open and honest. “So long as you give me the time of fucking day, there won’t be. I am so hung up on you, it’s not even funny. When that drunk girl grabbed my hand, I turned around, desperate to see that it was you. I wanted it to be you who came to me—” “I was coming for you,” I admit, my hands smoothing over his bare hips. “Ryan, I followed you inside. I wanted to find you, be near you. I just want to be where you are.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“I like our chemistry with this too, the natural push and pull. He’s dominant but responsive, curious, thoughtful. We’re turning sex into a conversation, and like all our conversations, it feels easy and natural. It’s like we were made to speak each other’s language.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“I am the fire that forges the clay into something stronger.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“What can I say? I’m an extroverted introvert with truly impressive trust and abandonment issues.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“This body. This woman with these perfect fucking curves. I want all of you. Every hour. Every day. No other woman compares to you. Fuck, you kill me, Tess. I can’t breathe when you look at me, and I die when you look away. Tell me I can have you.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“He’s my mirror ball. His every surface reflects my perfections back at me. He loves me for exactly who I am. I’m not too loud for him or too opinionated. He doesn’t cringe when I tell jokes because he’s worried I’m funnier than him, pulling away his spotlight. He lets my light shine out as brightly as I want, and he shines it all back on me. I have never known a love or an acceptance of self like I have with Ryan.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“I want every piece of this woman—her gorgeous body, her kindness, her clever mind. She’s it for me. She’s the fucking one. I never believed in the idea of soulmates. But until a few months ago, I had never met Tess. Now the universe is calling me a fool. If my soul ever had a mate, I’d want it to be her.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Yes, and his name is Bandit,” she replies. “I mean, just look at that face.” She flashes me her phone screen over top of my laptop, showing me a video of a large gopher tortoise eating lettuce. “Ugh, the strong silent type and he’s health-conscious? Have I just met my soulmate?” I tease.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“He’s right, playing with toys is fun, and the orgasms we give each other are otherworldly, but this feels divine on a whole different level. This is connection. This is raw intimacy. Who knew good, old-fashioned missionary sex with a boy could have me about to cry?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“This is what I want,” he goes on, his breath hot against my skin as he teases me with tongue and teeth. “This body. This woman with these perfect fucking curves. I want all of you. Every hour. Every day. No other woman compares to you. Fuck, you kill me, Tess. I can’t breathe when you look at me, and I die when you look away. Tell me I can have you.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Do you really think I would ever look sideways at another woman when I have this goddess at my feet?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“You’re a she-devil,” I say against her lips. “My goddess.” I give her a kiss. “My queen. You fucking own me.” I kiss her again. “Do anything, take anything. It’s yours.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Come with me,” I pant, reeling her in closer. “My queen, my fucking goddess. Claim me. Take everything.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“I’m thinking about how beautiful you looked with your face buried in my cunt. There’s nothing more powerful than a man on his knees, drawing forth the pleasure of his partner.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“He wants me. He’s burning up with the need to touch me, please me. This is all inevitable, right? I blame Mercury. The Virgo and the Gemini, we were always meant to collide.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“The man had already perfected the art of the scowl. He’s Russian so they’re born with that, right? It’s like a factory setting. But now when he scowls, he looks like he’s gonna murder you and your dog and uproot your house plants just to be a dick.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Tess is still firmly in control.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“Give me a few weeks to toughen you up, and I’ll have you coming like that all night long.” A few weeks? This woman can have more than that. She can have months. Years. Hell, if she’ll only give us a real chance, a chance to be more than just friends, I’ll be her sweet puppy for the rest of my fucking life.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild