Qb And Me Quotes

There's nothing wrong with being in love, Dallas. There's no weakness in making space for it in your life.

It would always hurt. Loss was a wound that never totally healed. It left a scar. And time didn't mend the damage; it just changed the pain. It became different. But honoring a loved one's memory was remedial.

These tits- I want to slide my cock between them and thrust over and over until your silky skin jerks me off and I come all over them. I’ll come so hard and so much that some gets on your face, coating your pouty lips and I’ll watch you lick it off. Lick my cum off your tits because every drop of it belongs in your body somehow. Your mouth, your pussy, your asshole. I want to drain my cock in every one of your holes.

I was craving the intimate feeling of his strong body wrapped around me after not having it for so long. Nothing felt like the safety and security of being in his arms.

That’s fucking right. That’s why you saved it for me, right? You saved this pussy for me because you knew no one could please you like I can.

He pushes me into the mattress and a hand snakes up my body and wraps around my throat. “I like to fuck hard.

I'll tell you all day, every day, just how much you mean to me. Because I'm an idiot and it took me way too long to say it in the first place.

You're a little quiet, but you're, like, one of those quiet chicks that has big balls. I respect that.

I loved you so much and so hard, I don’t know how I expected that love to just go away

In another life…” he leans down, “I’d make you so happy, and it just kills me sometimes that it can’t be this life.

No one knows me better than you. Besides, I would rather spend my birthday with you than just about anyone.

Do you honestly think any of them can make you feel the way I can?

Don’t make me tell you again,” he says sternly. “Stop holding back on me. I need you to come like I need fucking air, Charlotte. Give it to me.

What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” Baby? That’s…new. “Will you just…come get me?” “I’m on my way.

I never imagined this for my life. You…and…me…but now I can’t imagine my life without you. Without us.

Do not use that tone with her. I let you do that bullshit choking move but you and I both know I let that happen. Do not push me.

You’re so fucking beautiful. You look so good taking my dick, baby. Fuck. Your pussy is soaking me. I’m going to fuck you until you come all over daddy’s cock. Fuckkkk,” I groan.

One glass of wine is a party? Remind me to never ask you to plan one for me.” “I planned your eighteenth and your graduation party so you can fuck off.

Fuck. That feels good.” “Does…it?” He chokes out, and I nod. “I’m going to come.” He clears his throat, and when I meet his eyes, they’re filled with lust. “Tell me when.

Slip your fingers under your leggings. Don’t take them off and don’t show me your pussy. But just finger yourself for me…and I’ll taste you from your fingers.

If I lift your dress up, will your panties be soaked?” “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpers, assumedly as an answer to all of my questions. “Touch me and see for yourself.

It scares me…” I swallow as I prepare to expose my thoughts to her. “That I don’t want to end this. That I am dreading ending this.

I love you,” I whisper into her mouth between kisses. She pulls back and looks up at me, her brown eyes watering slightly. “Finally.” She smiles. “I have you.” “Forever.

He lifts me into his arms and then up even higher, pushing me against the wall and letting my legs rest over his shoulder.

I know your heart belongs to me.” “Always,” I grunt. “I want to know your dick is mine too.” “It’s yours, Maddie.” I look down and cup her pussy. “Is this mine?” “You know it is.

Daddy,” I breathe out. “Fuck.” “Daddy, please.” “Please what, baby. Tell me what you need and Daddy will take care of it. Whatever it is.

I can't fall for someone like him, Gabs. He's the kind of guy you want to climb mountains for. And he's not the kind of guy who'd meet you halfway.

Whenever she went out on an empty stomach, Gabby turned into a class A booze bunny and got drunk faster than the alcoholic aunt at an open-bar wedding.

When I heard music, I let it carry me, moving my limbs with the beat and feeling the rhythm. There was no greater feeling than dancing as the rest of the world fell away.

You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.

It would kill me to lose you too, Stassia…you’re…you’re all I have left.” “Me?” I squeak. “You have your parents and your siblings, I’m not all…” “You’re all I have left of her,” he corrects.

It makes me proud as fuck that I’m the only man that’s fucked you the way you need to be fucked. Is it because your pussy knows it still belongs to me? Tell me, baby, how bad has your pussy missed me?

If you even think about getting prude on me, I’ll put you on your stomach, tie your arms and legs to each corner of this bed and eat your ass until you fucking cry,” he growls as his tongue circles my hole.

I think if you asked me, I would do just about anything you wanted at this point.” “So…kiss me,” she commands, tilting her chin upwards and staring into my eyes. “Press your lips to mine and kiss me like you fucking mean it. Like I’m all that matters to you.” “You are all that matters to me, Stassi.” “Prove it.

I’ve never loved anyone or anything the way I love you, baby. Ever. I’ve loved you from the second I knew you’d exist.” He cups my face and lowers me to press his lips to mine. “And I’ve never stopped loving you since. The love has changed and morphed into different kinds of love but you’ve always been here from the second you entered the world.

You have been the best surprise of my life. The twist in the second act that I didn’t see coming. I want to spend the rest of my life discovering that magic I feel when I look in your eyes. You are the love of my life, Serena Mitchell, and I want to be married to you for the rest of it. Will you marry me?

The need to shelter her from all the bad shit in the world comes at me in full force, and suddenly, I have a moment of clarity that rocks me to my core. I am the bad shit in the world.

No…” He shakes his head and scrubs a hand over his jaw and the sounds of his fingers over his scruff pierce the silence. “You’re trouble…for me.

No,” he growls. “I’ve never had this primal urge to mate. But I need this Charlotte, I need you off the pill so I can fuck you and breed you. I need every part of you to belong to me.

I’m here for you, however you need me, Stassi.” His voice is barely above a whisper and a part of me, a very depraved part wonders if he’s speaking quietly on purpose.

Press your lips to mine and kiss me like you fucking mean it. Like I’m all that matters to you.” “You are all that matters to me, Stassi.” “Prove it.

The smell of lasagna wafts around me and my mouth waters, giving me feelings of nostalgia and reminding me of home. I look up from my computer and watch Aidan move around his kitchen. His arms flex and tighten as he does something so domestic. For me. And in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that make my mouth water and a t-shirt. Aidan Reed, also known as the most gorgeous man I’d ever met and the best sex of my life, is now making me dinner.

Stassia…you’re…you’re all I have left.” “Me?” I squeak. “You have your parents and your siblings, I’m not all…” “You’re all I have left of her,” he corrects.

I never agreed to play fair. Another man asked you to marry him. As far as I’m concerned, he declared war on me first. And you know what they say about love and war.

His tongue moves inside of me and swirls around my opening before dragging through my slit again. Then he’s back in front of me and grips my jaw making my mouth pop open and lets his mouth hover over mine letting me know what he’s planning to do. My eyes widen but I nod again and he lets a stream of spit fall into my mouth.

You absolutely did not need to get me anything.” I hold her tighter in my arms. “All I want is you.” “Okay, Mariah Carey, well I got you something else besides me.

And therein lies the problem. Your pleasure, your orgasms, your need for sexual contact, that has everything to do with your marriage. One of the things I’ve learned from this line of work is when couples stop having sex, problems follow. They try to deny it and say it’s not about sex or that there are other underlying issues and while there usually are, lack of sex is a fundamental part to the demise of a lot of marriages. As humans we crave intimacy, we crave human contact, and we crave it from the person we signed up with for the ‘till death do us part’ pact. So, you sitting here telling me that you coming has nothing to do with your marriage is a problem.

She landed with a soft sigh, eyes wide as she stared up at me. “Nice catch, QB.” “Best of my life.

I will have my eye on you though. All my eyes and believe me, I have eyes everywhere. If you step a toe out of line in regards to my daughter, I will have you thrown in jail,” he says. “Oh, he will not. Don’t worry about that.” Marissa’s mom smiles as she comes to stand beside him. “He’ll just kill you.

You’re trouble, Serena.” “I think you’re confusing me with the wrong Mitchell sister. I am far from trouble.

So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit because I could have been so drunk I didn’t remember my own name, but I damn sure always knew yours.

I’m basically pinned to Cal’s body with the vice grip he has on me, and I briefly wonder how in the hell I got, not only on the floor, but inside his sleeping bag with him.

Holy shit, Cal. Oh God, touch me. Please.” “Please don’t ask me to do that.” His voice is hoarse and just as pleading as mine.

Because…I love you too much.” His hand runs down my back and I shiver under his touch. I pull back and stare at him, the tears forming in my eyes and sliding down my cheeks before I can stop them. “If you love me, then make love to me.

Yeah, I’m more than aware. And when you were younger it was fine that you snuggled up to me. Now…you can’t do that shit anymore and you fucking know why. So, don’t act like you don’t,” he snaps.

Didn’t stop me from ordering her a piece of carrot cake.

Maddie, you’re out of fucking line.” I stand up, officially over this conversation. But not quite for the reason I was expecting. I’m over it because she’s jealous and I hate that she is. I hate that she doesn’t know me well enough to know that she is the only woman that matters to me.

Excuse me?” she snaps at me. “You heard me, Madeline. So, what, I kissed her? Why does that fucking matter?” I hope she can hear the translation in my words. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. You. fucking. Matter. Don’t make us do this tonight.

For what it’s worth, I don’t plan to see her again.” My mouth drops open at his statement. “It is your business, Maddie, and for you to be upset…it didn’t sit right with me.

I got you,” he whispers and I nod in agreement. You’ve always had me.

Maddie has attached herself to me and wrapped herself around me as best as she could. Her arms and legs are wrapped around my right leg like ivy, with her cheek pressed against my shin. I pull her from me slightly and stand up so I can collect her in my arms properly.

Tell me you feel nothing when you look at me.

You know that I know you better than you know yourself, right?” “What does that mean?” “It means you can’t fucking manipulate me.” He runs his tongue over his teeth.

Stay with me, baby,” she whispers, pulling my face back to her. “Don’t think about what comes after this. Stay in the moment. It’s just you and me and nothing else matters.

And that! You’ve never called me baby before, and now it’s that or sweetheart. You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t notice the way you eyed me in that swimsuit? Or in this dress tonight? The way you held me the night we smoked? You want so much more with me and it scares the shit out of you.” “YOU THINK?” I scream

When have I ever denied you anything? Anything you want it’s yours.” “Even…you?” Her eyes stare into mine and for a moment I feel like I can’t breathe from the rawness of her question. My heart squeezes as the words form and move through my body to sit on the tip of my tongue. I clear my throat. The hot water, the steam, the naked woman all adding to the intensity of the moment. “Even me.

Once I have a taste, I’m never going to want to give you up, Maddie. So, I hope you’re not planning to ask me to.

I promise. You and me against the world.

If anything ever happened to you…” He trails off as his hand moves up and traces my face. “You’re all that matters to me.

But it doesn’t change my feelings for you. If anything, it just makes them stronger. You really are my superhero.” “I’ll always protect you, Maddie. Don’t feel like you have to be with me for me to keep you safe.

Thank you, Cal. You saved my life…and then gave me a perfect one.” The End.

I’d burn the world to the ground for Maddie and the look in his eyes tells me he knows that.

I don’t want you away from me. Ever. I need you by my side every morning, every night, and when I get home from work.” I cup her cheeks and rub my lips against hers. “I just got you…I can’t give you up.

right. Maybe all along I’d been falling in love with her. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that made me love her mind and her soul and her heart. The way that made me believe in soulmates. That the second I lifted her tiny body into my arms all those years ago, all of the weight had lifted off of me. All of the hurt of watching my father walk out of my life without another thought to me or Henry, lessened slightly. But if that was the case, if I truly had been preparing myself for the day she turned eighteen so that I could love her body the same way I loved every other part of her, then I know now this is it. That she is it. “You don’t know that for sure, Cal.” “Yes, I do.

You call me.” He grits out. “Day or night.” He grips my face and stares down at me, his eyes boring into mine. “You need me, you call me. I’ll come.

You came,” I whisper. “I called and you came.” My eyes well up with tears as the gravity of what just happened washes over me. “In minutes.” He holds himself inside of me, even though I know he’s on the precipice of his release and cups my face in his hands. “I told you. You call, I come.

Come for me, princess.” “Fuck.” “Use me to make you feel good.

I want to hate fuck her for making me feel this way.

That’s my good girl.” He groans. “Come for me, baby.

Thank you, Cal. You saved my life…and then gave me a perfect one.

You dry humping me is fucking with my head. Saying your name is keeping me from leading us somewhere we can’t come back from.

Maybe that forbidden aspect of our relationship turns me the fuck on, but it might kill Cal.

You’re not sick, Cal. Promise me, you’ll never think that what we are is anything else but love. Love in it’s purest form. Nothing dirty or bad or wrong…just a man and woman that were put in each other’s lives to help the other heal and grow and be happy.

The irony that I also taught her to fuck and ended up hurting her way worse than any of those boys is not lost on me.

Fine. Don’t expect me in class on Wednesday. You can take those five points and shove them up your ass,

I love you,” I whisper into her mouth between kisses. She pulls back and looks up at me, her brown eyes watering slightly. “Finally.” She smiles. “I have you.

He takes a step toward me and he rolls his sleeves up which used to be the signal that I was about to go over his knee and then fucked very hard. Do not react. Do not react. “You have about one more fuck, Whitney Jade.

didn’t come right out and say so.” “I played bad against Bancroft,” Jake said. “Dad didn’t seem too worried about how I was doing. I’m fighting every week to be the number one QB on this team. How come Dad never gave me one of his famous pep talks?” “Maybe he didn’t think you needed one,” his mom said. “And how would he know that?” Jake said. In that moment, Jake was thinking about when Wyatt had been home,

The theme—the power of every human being to reconcile with his past—was one that resonated with me in a big way.

flavored condoms.

I woke up consumed with her. I went to sleep with her on my mind if she wasn’t curled up in bed next to me. If I was away from her for more than a few hours, my hands itched with the need to touch her.

My dad didn’t envision me as a future pro baseball player. He never pushed me to play. But once I signed up, he certainly expected me to give it my all. He repeated his three rules: Do what you say. Finish what you start. Don’t cheat. Needless to say, our conversation that day was short and I didn’t quit.

up with you.” “Who said anything about hooking up?” he says, but that wicked glint in his eyes tells me I nailed what he was thinking despite what he hadn’t said. “Please. I speak fluent fuckboy.” I flutter my eyelashes at him and he rolls his eyes before pressing his hands against his mouth and blowing on them. I’m guessing he’s regretting following me outside without a coat. The lengths guys will go to when they think there’s potential for a hookup. “Ave, you ready to go?” I hear Theo’s voice from behind us and then he’s moving to stand in front of us on the sidewalk. Nate looks at him and gives him that smile that all the guys give him. They all have Theo

I’m in a relationship with two men and neither of them are giving me up.

You sat and watched me read for three hours?” “I would watch you sleep for three hours. You fascinate me, Charley. Everything about you.