Rowdy Boy Quotes

“Mom takes a bite of her cookie and says, “But no fucking under my roof, got it?” Cole starts to choke on his bread and coughs it up while I burst into laughter. “I’ll try to remember that,” he says, trying not to die inside. “Good, because I’m not gonna clean up after your mess.” “Mom!” I scream, mortified, and I grab his hand. “Okay, let’s go upstairs. I don’t need or want to hear any of this.” “But no fuckery or else!” she yells after us as I rush upstairs with him.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“I’m yours. Fuck me, Cole,” she murmurs. Fuck. I thrust in, and her gasp meets my moan in a blissful explosion of lust. Like animals, we fuck against the wall, kissing and bouncing up and down. She rides me like an expert while sweat drips down my forehead, and her pussy is wetter than anything I’ve ever felt before. We were made for each other, her and me, like lightning and thunder in the night sky. And I can’t fucking stop loving her. Our mouths entangle in a furious battle while we fuck like madmen high on lust. Her body quakes with need as goose bumps scatter on her skin. My cock pulses inside her, and I’m slamming into her so hard I can barely fucking keep it together. I move away from the wall and carry her to the table in the back of the room where I put her down and swipe everything off it. She lies down, and I fuck her against the table like a savage, my hands grasping at her waist and tits. I’m delirious with need, completely consumed by my own desire. I lean over to kiss her on the neck, drawing a line all the way down to her nipples, which peak from the attention I lavishly dish out. And when I lean up to slam into her fully, her eyes almost roll into the back of her head. A filthy smile spreads on my lips, knowing it was me who made her feel this way. After all this waiting, all this fighting, all this tugging and pulling, she is finally mine.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“Because let’s face it … even though he looked sexy as hell, I’m nowhere near ready to get that close to someone like him. Someone who clearly knows how to seduce girls with a single smile. Not me. I won’t fall for the trap.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“I’m not the catch. She is,” Cole says, making my heart flutter. “I’m the lucky one here.” I place a hand on his chest and give him a little kiss against the jaw. “That’s sweet.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“I groan and tear down her pants and rip off her panties in one go. She squeals, but I cover her mouth with mine and nudge her legs aside. She hungrily accepts me as I step closer, her fingers desperately grasping at my pants, trying to shove them down. I help her a little, tagging off the button and zipping myself down. She quickly manages to tug down my pants and boxer shorts at the same time until my cock pops free, bouncing up and down with need. She’s still enamored by the size, and I can honestly say I’ll never get used to how good it makes me feel. I grab a condom from my back pocket, rip it open, and quickly put it on.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“All the bad things she should stay away from … the asshole who bullied her and made her cry. The asshole she should hate… Instead, she stands here, hugging me. Doing things to me that I never thought any girl could. Because fuck me, when those tits pressed up against my back, I wanted to turn around, grab her, and fuck her into oblivion. I shouldn’t think these things, but my mind can’t help but wander to that place. I’m addicted, addicted to the sex, addicted to … her.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“We sit here for minutes, maybe hours, I don’t even care. I will be right here by her side for as long as she needs me. Until the stars fade and the moon falls from the sky. I’ll suck up the pain and sorrow until the memories grow dim, and the gaps in my heart are filled with the shards she’s discarded from hers.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy

“Eye contact with him was all that was needed to stop me in my tracks. The mere sound of his voice blaring through the microphone called me like a siren luring me in. His eyes were blazing, lips talking dirt like he was whispering them straight into my ears. And even though we were both fully clothed and not even in touching range, it felt like filthy, raunchy sex.”
― Clarissa Wild, Rowdy Boy