Pound of Flesh Quotes

“So I took and took, yanking her off that bike and replacing that popsicle in her mouth with my dick. I’ve been burning to fuck Delilah”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“I thought of the beautiful blonde as I’d seen her that single time—riding around on her bike, licking a red popsicle—she”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“Tell me again it’s all for Daddy.” “It is. All of me.” She unbuttons the top of her dress with a shy expression, letting me see her bare tits. “Everywhere we go, I’ll sit on your lap and kiss your mouth until everyone knows only Daddy gets to touch.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“You’ll never spend one goddamn second jealous while I’m your man.” He pauses, as if wanting that statement to sink in…and boy, does it. Right down to my toes. “My Pontiac. Yeah, she’s a beauty. Red leather interior. A convertible, which means my big ass fits inside.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“There’s only one good thing about people staring at me,” Raider says. “It means they’re not looking at you.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“That’s right. Take it deep for Daddy, little doll.” “Yes,” I manage, my body replete. “Yes, Daddy.” And he continues to thrust, groans of contentment rumbling in his oversized chest, his hands still pinning my ankles on either side of my head, working his seed into me until I pass out from overwhelming exhaustion.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“Want you to rip open my scars with your nails. Want you to scream for Daddy.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“Watching his eyes roll back in his head, I spread my thighs wider and roll my hips. “It’s all for you, Daddy.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“Sense that this poor man has never been wanted. Nowhere near like I want him right now. Instead of giving him a verbal answer, I drop my thighs open and savor that seismic shudder that passes through his god-like frame, his hand stroking faster on his arousal.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“You’re looking at me. All of me. My cock. My face. This fucked up body of mine. And you’re still willing to open your legs, flash me that tight, virgin pussy and let me fuck it bareback?” He grips the root of his enormous manhood and strokes—once, twice—moisture beading at the tip. “Is that what you’re telling me, Delilah?”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“As I watch in awe, he nuzzles me, malice leaching from his expression in degrees. “There now,” I murmur, stroking his cheeks, his scalp. “You’re not so mean, are you?”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“But…you set this up before coming to my house?” “No more questions,” he rasps, lifting me by the waist and tossing me onto the mattress. I bounce once, then scamper back as far as I can go, pressing against the cold leather back of the driver’s seat. My eyes are probably the size of dinner plates as Raider climbs into the van, dipping the groaning vehicle with his considerable weight. “Get those boy clothes off your little girl body now.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“he’s back to resembling a deranged psycho killer, driving the chugging van like a bat out of hell. Or a bat into hell, as the case may be.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“No one has ever touched me without payment first. Or some kind of leverage in place.”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh