“I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip and across the pad. He groaned. “Your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to fill it with my c*ck.” My breath caught. “Dirty talk?”… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He wanted to make her come so hard her liquid spilled onto the cushion. He felt feral, wanting to mark the furniture with her scent, her sex.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“She longed for him to take her, to use her. Anything she could do to bring him pleasure. Anything to bring him peace.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This sweet cunt, pretty cunt. It’s mine. This and all of you. You know that, don’t you? Now come for me. Let me feel… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This is the last day of class, so I need to tell you that you are all activists. Each one of you and every… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had realistic expectations. He was ugly as sin. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It was only a matter of… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“There were places inside him that she couldn’t reach, not with her words or her body. And if she could? She was a little… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“In barely minutes he was hard again, an aching erection ever ready to serve her need.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had something to prove to himself if not to her. He could have a thoughtful conversation with her. He could watch a movie… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He felt the same carnal urge to claim, to mate, to please her. But above that sang a new melody, one he recognized as… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
