“You ever been eaten out by a southern boy?” I had to think. There hadn’t been many, but no one from Los Angeles was from Los Angeles. “Southern England.” “Doesn’t count.” He hooked his fingers under my jeans and started… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“You’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Us southern boys eat pussy like pie. And I like pie.” Yes.” — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“You may not love her any more, but you respect her. Which is more than I can say for how you feel about me.” — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“Was there anyone before you? You might have thought so at the the time. I feel like no one's ever loved me before. I'm… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“...Tomorrow I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won't know whether to laugh… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“I want to fuck you right here, teacup.” “The engraved invitation’s in the mail.” I raised my leg over his waist and he tucked… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“I was many things. I was submissive. I was masochistic. I was trusting. I was a sexual slave. But obedient? Not as much.” — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“And right now, the only thing I want to face is a certain hot alpha racecar driver on my Kindle.” — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“I took one step toward him and he took the sign as if it was in neon paint. Which it was. Neon paint with… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“It’s wrong to want to protect you? To keep you above my shit? A goddess?” — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
