Pucked Over Quotes

“Does your beaver have super powers? Is it made out of titanium?” “Um,”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“You’re the most beautiful thing in my life.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“I thought I was just gonna be your rebound. I didn’t expect it to turn into something else.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“My vagina claps her pretty lips, and my magic marble lights up like we’ve won the million-dollar prize.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

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― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Being with Randy is like the first and last bite of my favorite dessert: it’s full of giddy anticipation and blissful satiety.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“My sometimes bitchy exterior is my Lego armor against how sensitive I am.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“We’ve all seen you with Lily,” Lance chimes in, the hint of Scot gets thicker as he continues. “There are feelings there. On both sides. Don’t let someone else’s bad choices be the reason you give up something that could be good.” “He’s got a point,” Miller says. I can’t believe I’m about to take relationship advice from Lance.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Because you need to make sure he gets that you’re not at his whim, that your beaver is a snowflake and should be treated as such.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Just be careful with your heart, Lily. Don’t give it to someone who doesn’t deserve it and won’t take care of it.” ***”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Kay. I’mma go whack off to the pictures I took of you while you were sleeping last night.” “Lies! I didn’t fall asleep.” “You totally did. For about ten minutes. Night, Lily girl. I’m looking forward to spending time in pussy prison.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“That’s the unfortunate thing about words, Mom. Once you put them out there, you can’t take them back.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“I jam in my earbuds and cue up the thirty second video I made last night when Lily fell asleep on me. Then I set it on repeat. It’s not only about fun anymore. Not for me anyway.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“That’s a load of shit. Guys can feel fine through latex. Does it mute the sensation a bit? Yeah, sure. But that’s not a bad thing considering how fast I’d blow if I wasn’t wearing one. At least when Lily’s involved.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“I’m savoring, Lily. It’s been thirty fucking four days. Thirty-four days since I’ve licked that pretty pussy of yours. Been inside you. Made you come. Don’t rush me.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“I whimper when they don’t stay there, but glide back down to my knees. I part my legs, giving him lots of room to get all up in there with whatever he wants—fingers, tongue, dick. Any of them are welcome at Lily’s Vagina Emporium.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Why am I looking at a ceiling?” Randy asks. “Just hold on.” “Oh, I’m already holding on.” A rush of warmth floods my body, settling low in my stomach. All Randy has to do is speak, and I feel it right in my magic marble.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“He sinks into me, his weight pushing me into the pillows and mattress like he’s trying to get deeper inside, which isn’t possible because I’m as full up as I can get. Lily’s Vagina Emporium is at maximum cock capacity.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“His deep voice makes my insides liquid, but not Ebola liquid, sexy liquid.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“She also wrote all over my clothes in permanent marker. I sort of deserved it. I like that she’s my kind of crazy.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Instead, a backbeat starts up in my clit—full percussion. It’s like a deejay made a home in my underwear, and my vagina’s where all the bass resides. Fuuuuuck. Why does he have to be so hot? Why was I such an asshole last time I saw him? The tiny flutter in my stomach turns into a tornado of hummingbirds. Heat lasers from my vagina through my body, exploding in my cheeks.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Another message comes in. This time it’s a video. It’s exactly the same scene as the picture, only not a still frame. With his eyes still on the camera, he drags a fingertip down my cheek. “Lily, Lily, Lily, wake up for me.” I moan in my sleep, but lift my head toward his voice. “Come on, baby, open your eyes for me.” I watch my lids flutter, another soft sound escaping. Randy’s not looking at the camera any more, he’s focused on me. “There you are. Didn’t I tell you? No time for sleeping tonight.” “No time,” I murmur. “That’s right. Where am I supposed to be right now?” His voice is whisper quiet, his chest rising and falling faster as I lift my head, blinking blearily up at him. My lips curve into a coy smile. “Inside me.” The video goes blurry when his mouth finds mine. His groan is the last thing I hear before the screen goes blank.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“If I was there I’d put your dick on lockdown.” I have to pause and choke back a laugh. “In my vagina prison.” “How soon can you get here?” “Not for another two weeks.” “Damn it. Prison never sounded so cozy before.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“So I did what any hot-blooded Canadian woman would when a hot man—hockey player or not—threatened extreme violence on her behalf: I grabbed his face and stuck my tongue in his mouth.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Charlene puts a hand on Sunny’s. “I’m sorry for the things you’re about to hear. I know they pertain to your brother, and it’s probably going to be disturbing. I have the name of a great therapist if you happen to need one later.” “I’m”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“We could have a sleepover, with a naked pillow fight and everything.” “Those are my favorite!”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“I push her hand out of the way and cup her breast, whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” Lily barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” Her”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Violet is a riot. She’s probably worse than most of the guys on the team with the stuff that comes out of her mouth. I’m not sure if she’s a nervous person or half-crazy, but she’s entertaining to be around. As”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“What’s going on with you and Horny Nut Sac?” “Who?” “Randy Balls. Come on. Spill it. He’s clearly had his face in your beaver.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over

“Liar!” Violet sticks her head between my legs and pokes at it. “That’s totally a hickey! Did Balls lick your beaver? Did you let Balls ball you?” “Oh”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked Over