Sweet Girl Quotes

“You’ll make me see God?” “Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Sweet girl…” He dared to brush his knuckles on that exposed flesh… dared to flick his finger beneath the strap and give it a gentle tug. Her eyes held his, and he said in a throaty rasp, “I don’t plan on leaving here without you.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman that’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“He needed to consume her. To touch her. Taste her. Feel her.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Sweet girl”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Baby, tonight, I am your god,” I said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman who’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I misread the room,” he said, his hand clenching his chest. “Here I thought you were a damsel in need of saving. Turns out you’re the fucking knight.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Do you also think I’ll enjoy the two pumps of your cock inside me before you get off?” I asked. “If you even make it there. From the looks of it, you’re going to come in your pants staring at my tits. Are you enjoying the view? They are directly in your face, after all.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“No matter how many painters I’d posed for before with suggestions on my true nature, most seemed to like the idea of a small boy, not a grown man. Imagine the god of desire, a cherub…”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“That’s right, baby,” he practically growled, tongue darting out over her clit. “Say my true name. Call on your lustful god to bring you to your end.” She didn’t care if he was Cupid or Gavin or Santa or the fucking tooth fairy. She was going to scream for him. She would scream for her release.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I plan on doing everything that these hearts say. Striping you. Biting you. Sucking you. All of them… One at a time… One command after the other… Over and over until you beg me to stop,” he said in her ear. “And when you do, I’ll—” “Let me guess,” she interjected. “You’ll make me see God?” “Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman that’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Do you also think I’ll also enjoy the two pumps of your cock inside me before you get off,” she snapped. “If you even make it there. From the looks of it, you’re going to come in your pants staring at my breasts. Are you enjoying the view? They are directly in your face, after all.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“But on the table beside her drink was another heart. R U WET She wanted him to find out for himself.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Here I thought you looked more like the faerie erotica type,” he teased, voice dropping.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispered as he kissed her nose. “You did so well, baby.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Let go, baby,” he whispered on her skin. “Relax for me. I’ve got you. Give me this orgasm. Give me all of you.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“That’s right, baby,” he said between tortures. “Tell your neighbors who you belong to.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“You’re doing so good, baby.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“That’s my girl,” he breathed,”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Use me, sweet girl,” he breathed out. “Take your pleasure.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“That’s right, baby,” he practically growled, tongue darting out over her clit. “Say my true name. Call on your lustful god to bring you to your end.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Look at me,” he whispered against her skin, kissing her thigh. “Watch me while I feast.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Keep saying my name, baby… Every time your greedy little pussy wants more, say my name. Beg for it.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Eyes on me, sweet girl.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Good girl,” against her lips.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Go ahead, baby,” he said. “Scream for me—”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“You’re so greedy, baby,”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“You like it right there?” he asked,”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Guide me, baby,” he told her, pulling her hand between her legs atop his. “Show me what you like.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“whispering, “That’s my girl,”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl