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21 " He grinned, attention dropping to my mouth. “I guess I better get busy persuading, then.” A soft kiss, then deeper. Then a growl. “Jesus, you smell like a cherry paczki.” That’d be my Chapstick, but who was I to break his little Polish heart? "
― Cara McKenna , After Hours
22 " You gonna come for me, Kelly?” He answered with a throaty, “Oh,” and I knew I had him. “Show me.” “I will. I’ll let you see. Let you see what I’ve imagined, every fucking time I’ve shot in my hand, thinking about you. "
23 " Caring was all about surrender, in the end. The opposite of control. The difference between strangling someone and embracing them. "
24 " His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform… "
25 " His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy. "
26 " My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person. Two hands, a hard body, a mean voice. A one-man orgy. I’d leave here limping, just as he’d promised. "
27 " Right now, though, the world spun on Kelly’s cock. The sun rose and set around it, and I wanted it like I’d never known I could want anything. "
28 " We’re all just pinballs, getting bonked around wherever our upbringings kick us. "
29 " …his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle. "
30 " I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue... "
31 " His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper. "
32 " Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion... "
33 " His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain. "
34 " His sharp eyes scanned everything, but they didn’t dart. Nothing about him promised sudden movement... "
35 " I don't know what I want yet, for the future. I just know I want...I want you to need me back," I whispered."Sweetheart, I already do. I need you for what you let me be for you last night. "
36 " Cocks had always been an incidental bonus to me, something I only cared about in proportion to how much I liked the guy it was attached to. Silly when flaccid, exciting or scary or off-putting when hard. It was a man’s words or expression or caresses that dominated my masturbatory fantasies—a specific man at that, be he a crush or a celebrity or a character from a movie. I never simply fixated on a dick. They were strictly secondary to the man himself. "
37 " Like I didn’t know full well that the people who grate on us the worst are always the clearest reflections of our own weaknesses. "
38 " That’s where I want to be,” he whispered. He stroked my clit with his slick fingers, then slipped back inside with a moan. “You want me there, too, don’t you? "
39 " Oh.” His hips bucked faintly with the moan. “I’ve got so much for you. So much. I wanna see it slip down your pretty chin when I fill that mouth up. "
40 " His smile was sudden and guileless, catching me off guard. He muttered a disbelieving, “Oh, sweetheart,” then dropped his forehead to my collarbone and sighed. "