King Sj Tilly Quotes

King might have his flaws, but pussy eating skills aren’t one of them.

But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull. Understand? Him calling me his wife shouldn’t mean anything. And him threatening to blind a man, painfully, shouldn’t be endearing.

Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.

Please, ancestors, if you get me through this, I promise to work on my cardio.

N’s words suddenly sound louder. “Do you, King Bartholomew Vass, agree to take Savannah Jane Oates as your reluctant wife? In sickness and in health. In rich and richer times. Do you promise to be a faithful captor for as long as you both shall live?

Gee, my apologies for being a bad captive,” I snap. “If I’d have known––” The rest of my words go unheard as King presses a button on his steering wheel, and the car is suddenly filled with loud rock music. “Great. Fine,” I mutter to myself, crossing my arms and turning my head away from him. “Perfect victim coming right up.

I’m not cooking for you.” The man rolls his eyes at me. “I have a cook. And pretty sure I’m smart enough not to eat anything you make me.” He takes a step back, Duke moving with his steps. “The vows only covered slit throats. Not poisoning.

Because she just passed out. Cradling my nut sack.

Did I just help kidnap myself?

I expect her to startle. Maybe flinch. But instead, she does something unexpected. She smiles. And it’s so much more than I ever thought to hope for.

I’d scold my traitorous vagina for getting so wet for this lunatic, but when his lips seal around my clit, and one of his big fingers shoves into my entrance, I praise her for being so prepared.

I’ve loved her for a while. I think I started falling in love with her when she kicked me in the balls while I was kidnapping her.

Who’s that?” Nero asks as he tries to slip his hand into my pocket to grab my brass knuckles. I knock his hand away. “Rob, my second. Now quit trying to grab my nuts.” King gives us a look.

Life is way more fun when you just let yourself feel and don’t bother with psychoanalyzing every moment to death.

Because the only thing more painful than the company of a disappointing man, is chafing.

You cannot find this man attractive. Okay, so that’s unreasonable, because he is, objectively, very handsome. Like super handsome. Like so fucking handsome it makes me weak in the knees. But, and this is a big one, he’s also a killer. Not to mention my kidnapper and jailor.

But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull.” He pauses. “Understand?

Then maybe talking about that connection is a bad idea.” “Well, I’m freaking sorry.” I wave my hands around. “I’ve never been kidnapped before.” “No shit.

No,” he cuts her off. “What we had was nothing. Nothing to get upset over. Nothing worth mentioning. And if you insult my wife again, I won’t stop her from throwing that at you.” He nods down to my hand. “And I can tell you from personal experience that her aim is solid.

Because the only thing more painful than the company of a disappointing man is chafing.

No shit, you don’t deserve her. King, she’s a woman. We don’t deserve any of them.

Because I’ve always wanted to call someone Baby. Because your pretty eyes call to something inside me. Because you fucking belong to me, and I’ll call you whatever the hell I want.

His arm tightens again as he grunts, “Heavy.” This bastard. I’m still terrified, but his shitty comment is enough to spur me out of this frozen state. I claw at the hand over my mouth. My filed short nails barely even scratch his skin. “Knock that off.” He gives me a little shake. “I like ’em heavy.

Savannah’s hands, which had been fidgeting in her lap, get shoved back between her thighs. Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.

I’ll let you stay in here by yourself tonight, but starting tomorrow, you will be sleeping at my side.” Savannah slowly crosses her arms, putting a barrier between us. “Why? What’s happening tomorrow?” I grin. “We’re getting married.

Is that seriously what you listen to when you’re alone?” “Tomorrow?” I grit out, needing to know he can make it. “Yeah, fine. But if you try to sell me some oils to center my aura, I’m gonna shoot you.

I learned long ago not to fight my emotional reactions. Life is way more fun when you just let yourself feel and don’t bother with psychoanalyzing every moment to death.

Do you, King Bartholomew Vass, agree to take Savannah Jane Oates as your reluctant wife? In sickness and in health. In rich and richer times. Do you promise to be a faithful captor for as long as you both shall live?

Welp.” The man apparently named Nero, not just N, claps his hands together. “Is there a reception lunch or something? I’m famished.

I won’t force myself inside you, Savannah Baby. But I am dying to come all over those pretty tits, so don’t fucking tempt me.

Some of the details changed as the decades passed, but it was always on the beach. Somewhere exotic and warm, with waving palm trees before me and the ocean behind me. A soft dress flowing around my bare feet. My toes buried in the sand. And my hands clutching a bouquet of tropical flowers. The vibrant colors reflected back in the setting sun.

Don’t be a dick,” King says to Nero as he straightens his clothes. “That’s Preacher Dick.” Nero grins.

I said I wouldn’t fuck you. I never said I wouldn’t feed you my dick.

I’ve been standing at the sink for too long, trying to remember how to brush my teeth. This is not the pot I tried in college.

What I wouldn’t give to throw her into the grass right now and bury my face in her pussy.

I bet with my mouth on her, she’d get soaking wet. I bet she’s noisy. I bet she tastes like lust.

Because I’ve always wanted to call someone Baby. Because your pretty eyes call to something inside me.

Because you fucking belong to me, and I’ll call you whatever the hell I want.

Fuck.” He pauses, his hips smashed against me. “Who knew my pretty little wife would be such a dirty little slut?

I’m gonna keep coming inside you. So if you don’t want a herd of kids just yet, you better find some birth control.

I need to give in. I need some dick.

Till death do we part, Savannah Baby.

Son of a bitch.” The chest under my face shakes with a chuckle. “Don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one who broke down your well-constructed partition.

Have I ever told you how sexy you are?” King’s voice is husky, and my nipples practically spring to life. I shake my head. “I don’t think you have.” “Then shame on me.” He pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “Because you, Little Wife, are what wet dreams are made of.

Honey.” He cups my chin, keeping my eyes on his. “I’ll tell everyone about your art because I’m fucking proud of you.

Please stop pushing me away. It’s okay if you don’t love me yet. Just don’t—” King closes the distance, his big palms cupping my face. “There is no yet, Savannah Baby.” His thumbs brush across my cheeks. “Please stop crying. I love you too fucking much to watch you cry.

I’m sorry I pushed you away.” His apology is so soft. “I’m so sorry I failed you. So many times.” “You didn’t,” I whisper. “I did,” he whispers back. “But I’ll never fail you again. So long as there is breath in my body, I’ll never fail you again.

My King,” I tell him. “My love,” I tell him.

Oh my god!” I arch against the mattress. “Not your god.” My husband thrusts into me with a groan. My open mouth pulls into a smile. “My King.” “That’s right, Baby.” King drops his weight onto me. “I’m your fucking King.

Nero scrunches his nose. “And it smells like sex in here because…?” “Because my wife is cooler than yours.

I love you,” I tell him. “I love you, too. Now be a good little wife and come on this cock.

so no matter how glam this cunt is, right now, he looks like he belongs with me.

And I’m starting to like your stupid brother, too.

I’ll tell everyone about your art because I’m fucking proud of you.

Who are you?” Aspen is the first to speak, and her tone is definitely interested. King points a finger at his sister. “No.

Stop admiring the killer’s bathroom.