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Hey, sweet butt, he said. That broke the spell. Sweet butt? What the hell kind of guy called a girl he'd never met something like that?
Decided it's time to get a new phone, that's all." "What was wrong with the old one?" Ruger asked, his voice mild. "It broke.
How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property?
We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice.
Shit," Clutch said after a few minutes. "The high-def has totally ruined porn. Are those ingrown hairs?
You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman's mouth for you, so it's not like I'm in a good mood to start with.
But I never cheated on your mom. Never wanted to. You need a man who feels the same way, and don't stop until you find him.
Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need.
This new guy had shoulder-length, darkish hair and a face so perfectly handsome he could've been a movie star.
Horse: Wood like you were sporting usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered. No judgements.
Puck said the shittier the hotel, the less likely it was anyone would remember us. By that logic, we were now perfectly safe.
Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I'd have to go on a killing spree.
Gonna fuck you now."
"Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.
"Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.
Sophie seemed to understand sisterhood. Sometimes sisters need to shut their mouths and drop it. This was definitely one of those times.
I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.
I screwed the King of the Man-whores - condom-free - in a damned shed, because I'm classy like that.
It wasn't personal - more of a "been there, done that, got my lifetime supply of psychological trauma" kind of thing.
I didn't need to control her ... Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.
If he asks you for six goats in exchange for me, you don't have to actually buy real goats. He'd probably take kegs instead.
So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison
on my birthday no less
on my birthday no less
I fell for Levi "Painter" Brooks the first time I saw him, although in all fairness I did have a head injury at the time.
Maybe I should stand outside the Adam & Eve store holding a sign reading "Single Mom, Anything Helps" and a cup for change.
Cause I'm not really a Dr. Seuss fan." I stared at her, startled. "Em, you gotta be a fuckin' communist, you don't like Dr. Seuss. Jesus.
Fuck. You."
He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl.
He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl.
I've never ridden a bike before."
Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
"Lookin' forward to being your first, babe.
Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
"Lookin' forward to being your first, babe.
I'll be your old lady and I'll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I'll shoot you myself.
Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.
I don't say sweet things and make love and all that bullshit. I like sex hard and rough, no holding back.
I'd never be more than a toy to him, and the men in his family had a history of breaking their toys.
They just did it in different ways.
They just did it in different ways.
Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.
If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn't be talking on the phone with you. I'd be shooting myself in the fucking head.
Is this the point where I sing the little song about Pic and London sittin' in a tree?" "Only if you want the tree shoved up your ass.
I think you're a raging asshole.
Ruger laughed.
Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.
Ruger laughed.
Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.
He shoved up my shirt, exposing the red satin bra I'd decided to wear while cleaning his house for no particular reason I cared to acknowledge.
Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.
Fuck me, Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms
No offence, Em, but us being together is way too dangerous and crazy to risk for just sex. Fuck that. I want do to this right. Are you with me?
Horse: So tell me, brother. How many times you seen The Notebook? 'Cause that's information the boys back home are gonna need to know.