Filthy Scrooge Quotes

“but I was determined to drive him crazy. And not with laughter. Instead, I employed a few of the tricks I knew would work on him too. I dragged my breasts over his thighs as I licked the underside of his shaft. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away from me. I shuttled my fingers down his length and licked along the pulsing vein. He was salty and hot, his skin stretched taut as his cock rose proudly. I would have that inside me again. My pussy spasmed at the thought. Every time he filled me, it reminded me what I’d been missing. My mouth watered for it, my pussy was soaked for him. I’d been so long without I was like a chocoholic being let free in a Hershey’s factory.”
― Taryn Quinn, Filthy Scrooge

“I’m assuming your cherry has been thoroughly popped.” “Wrapped up, tossed into the lake, and died in a watery grave.” “Is that a euphemism?” “It wasn’t until just now.” “I’m jealous. Like a lot. I lost my cherry a long time ago, but I’m pretty sure the tree grew back. Can you re-virginize?” I snorted. “Don’t think that’s a thing.” “Hey, the holes in your ears can close. Why not?” “Pretty sure that’s totally different.” “Not really. Earring post or orgasm-inducing-cock. Kinda the same thing.” “I can say, with complete candor, that it is not the same thing.”
― Taryn Quinn, Filthy Scrooge

“He dragged my head back and went at my neck as I arched to get away from the sheer emotional onslaught that chased all the pleasure. A quick fuck and run wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t sure anything was supposed to feel like this so fast. I rolled my hips against him, and the contact drove me faster toward the pleasure that still scared the hell out of me. Letting go was against my very nature. “Stop fucking thinking.” His mouth was against mine, the words like blows. “Just feel me.” Everything inside me warned against it, but for once, my brain couldn’t override my body. I came so hard the room fuzzed around me. There was only the pulse of his body inside mine, and his eyes. Those intense, shattered eyes that saw too much. Demanded all. And I gave it. God help me, I gave up everything to him.”
― Taryn Quinn, Filthy Scrooge

“When he suddenly banked to the left, I gasped. The jerk laughed and did it again. “Would you stop?” “Jet streams are a little crazy.” “You can feel that?” “Hold the yoke.” I looked down at the steering wheel thingie and how it moved. “I’m good.” “Afraid?” “Yep. I’m good with it. A healthy fear keeps you humble.” “Would you prefer to sit on my lap?” “You keep your filthy pilot fantasies to yourself, buddy.” He tipped his head back. “Seriously. Just try it.” “My mom used to say that to me to get me to eat peas. Didn’t like them either.”
― Taryn Quinn, Filthy Scrooge

“How adorable. You have three parachutes though, right?” “Probably more like five.” I took a deep breath. Jumping out of a plane wasn’t exactly on my bucket list, but I kinda liked my life. I’d do what I had to. “I won’t let you get hurt, Miss Kane.” “Good to know.” “Unless you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” “Har-har.”
― Taryn Quinn, Filthy Scrooge