Voyeur Fiona Cole Quotes

Complicated, shmomplicated,'' she said, waving her hand. ''If you love her, you make it work.

I dreamed of making love to her under the stars.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it.

Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.

Fuck, Oaklyn,” I breathed. “Not yet,” she panted out of breath. “But maybe someday.

Oaklyn was either going to make me or destroy me. I just hoped it was the former, because I didn’t have much more left to destroy.

Hoping to move forward with physical therapy.

To Rachel and Georgeanna. Ride or die, bitches.

If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?

You have that whole Superman thing going on with your glasses.'' I said, pointing at my own face. He tilted his head and gave me a confuse look. Shit. I was so dumb. I'd have been better off letting the staring continue. ''I mean, like, because Superman wears glasses.'' ''You mean Clark Kent.'' ''Um...'' Now it was my turn to be confused. ''Clark Kent wears the glasses and when he takes them off he's Superman.'' ''Duh.'' I said with self-deprecating laugh. ''I'm more of a Marvel girl.'' ''That's a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.

her breasts were only a slight handful,

I wouldn't change anything if it meant I was here in his arms at the end of all of it.If it means I got to spend every night with him under the stars.

The quiet ones are always the freakiest. They have the biggest secrets.

And while your age should probably make me an old pervert, I don’t give a fuck.

That’s a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.

No matter the life we have now, we’ll be fine in the long run.

around my thighs as I watched her thumbs hook

You can laugh about it or you can cry about it, Erik. Pick your poison, but I’d prefer to laugh.

Past hurts never fail to weigh us down.

I would never, ever, share you. You would belong to me and only me.

If I knew one thing, it was that comfort made us do crazy things.

It’s easier to show the world what they want to see, but it doesn’t change who we really are. And there will be people who come and go and never see past the veneer you wear. There will be people who try to see deeper but are easily convinced there is nothing but the shell.

It’s easier to show the world what they want to see, but it doesn’t change who we really are. And there will be people who come and go and never see past the veneer you wear. There will be people who try to see deeper but are easily convinced there is nothing but the shell.” He dipped his head to make sure I could meet his eyes. “Then there are people like me who know who you are, inside and out, and there is nothing that would ever change that. No mistake, no atrocity, nothing.

Jackson. Wait.” He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?” “Go back to your fiancée.” With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,” he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.” He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck you,” Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?” I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is all new to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.” Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.” A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.” I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?” It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.

Having a sense of humor is better than feeling sorry for yourself. You can laugh about it or you can cry about it. Pick your poison, but I'd prefer to laugh.

Remember, it’s just a performance. Not real. Try not to fall in love with me.” He finished with a wink.

cringed, feeling like a pervert for getting off to an eighteen-year-old.

I’m twenty-nine, and I’ve been teaching here for three years. When I was an undergraduate, physics was my major.” I gestured toward her. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and get us started.

Let’s see. You’ll be assisting Mr. Erikson. He runs the labs, so you’ll help prepare and clean the supplies. And Dr. Pierce.

When I got in my car, I did the breathing exercises I’d been doing since I was a teen. Giving myself positive affirmations. I could do this. I could go further than before. I could let her hands touch me and pleasure me without panicking.

I wanted the kissing to last longer. If I had to be honest, I was lonely, and kissing was an intimacy I could gain the most from. I needed this.

You take the women you rescue to Haven, but you’re my haven.

In the flickering light, with the stars in the open sky behind him, he dropped his pants and stood before me like a Greek god, all lines and definition.

Damn, woman,” he said as the anesthesiologist left. “That needle was huge.” “Thanks, Ian,” I deadpanned. “But I wasn’t worried.” He winked and slid his hand over mine. “You’ve taken much bigger than that.

You’re a needy boyfriend.” Ian shivered in his office chair, his eyes sliding closed. “You know what that word does to me, dirty girl.

The small giggle she let free at my joke sank deep in my bones and settled, filling me until I thought I’d float away. All from a single laugh.

Just a single touch and my body burned for him. Stupid hormones

But when you’re with someone for as long as we were, your body reacts despite your mind, and mine just dropped my heart to my stomach seeing the two names boldly engraved on the card.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it. I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us...

I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us.

Hey, does my dick still work? Because I can’t lose that again. Otherwise pull the plug now.

Jackson Fields,” I began, my voice trembling. “You have been the best thing in my life that I never saw coming. I fought you, scared of what it all meant. But you’ve held me through it all. You’ve never doubted who I was even when I doubted what kind of man I was anymore. You’re smart, caring, hardworking, and a million other things. You’re everything I never knew I wanted. You’re my home, my future, my love.

My options were to sleep there or to return back to the trailer and face Leah and Oscar again. Or I could go with the green-eyed stranger who could have easily done any of the things he’d mentioned, but hadn’t. Maybe I was as stupid as he claimed, but like I’d said, I was desperate. “Okay.

He walked to the end of the lot and the lights flashed on a sleek black car. With my hand on the passenger door, I hesitated. Closing my eyes, I said a quick prayer I wasn’t wrong—that getting in the car wasn’t a mistake.

How dare you touch her. You disgusting motherfucker. I will cut off your dick and shove it up your ass before I make you eat your own shit. I will fucking murder you. Don’t you ever touch her again.

Your duty is done. Now get in the fucking car,” I said, pointing at her as I walked past to the driver’s side. “I’m hungry.

But you came for me.” His eyes softened, warming to a deep green. “Of course I did.

Can’t fucking wait,” I growled into her skin. Leaning down, I sucked at her breast like a savage whose sole purpose was to have every inch of her in my mouth. I bit her and her cries sank into my skin like a plea for more.

And already so wet. Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Alexandra?” She shook her head, but I wanted her words. “Make a guess.” “Have sex with me?” Her voice was breathy and soft and stroked across my skin like a lover. “Oh, yes. But first, I’m going to eat your cunt. I’m going to taste every inch of you and you’re going to stand there and take it. For however long I want.” “Yes.

In the next instant, I was inside her. This wasn’t soft lovemaking. This wasn’t a tease like I’d done with my hands and mouth. This was me claiming her. Fucking her so hard and deep she never forgot me. Even when she moved out, she would feel me inside her and know she was mine.

Like a man possessed, I claimed her until my world exploded and the air was sucked from my lungs and I emptied everything I had inside her willing body.

It wasn’t like her moving out meant I was losing her. I just needed to bide my time until eventually, I moved her back in with me. Forever.

Were you the class clown?” “Not really. But having a sense of humor is better than feeling sorry for yourself.

How’d it go?” Laura asked. “Amazing.” I fell into my seat with a dreamy sigh. “I may have a lady-crush on Carina.” “Couldn’t say I blame you. She is a woman to idolize.

I’m strong for her. She was the positive one. She was the one that talked about getting out. When I wanted to—” She stopped, swallowing what she was about to say. “She painted a better picture. I live for the both of us. It’s the least we can do.

Fuck she was beautiful. Even when I didn’t look directly at her, even when it was only shadows and blurs from my periphery. She was beautiful.

Home isn’t the place,” he explained softly. “It’s the people. So, I was happy to be with you guys.

Home. Family. Us. Ours. These were words I wasn’t sure I’d ever associate with him, but they soaked into my lonely soul and filled a gap that had been broken by Jake.

I was Carina Russo, I prepared and conquered, not needing anyone’s help.

I looked him over. This solid man, standing before me like a wet dream in a suit, offering to hold my hand while I rode the struggle bus. Who was I to stop him?

So, what does one do when waiting for a baby to appear from their vagina?

I wanted more. I wanted our baby all the time. I wanted this family. She’d been hurt before and had trust issues, but I was Ian Bergamo, and I could be very persuasive to the female population.

Carina was smiling and shaking her head by the time I passed Audrey off. She efficiently wrapped the baby burrito up like maybe she’d secretly worked at Chipotle in a past life.

How are you here?” “Well, Miss Russo, there’s this flying metal box they call an airplane. It’s magical and amazing.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. I knew I was a goner for this woman when I even missed watching her daily eye rolls.

It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out and for the first time since she’d been born, Audrey slept through the night, letting Mommy and Daddy stay pressed together until dawn.

You’ll do…I guess.” “You guess? Baby, I’m grade A prime meat, the perfect arm candy to prove you’re the happiest woman here.

Have you had a better roommate?” he asked me. “Almost all of them,” I deadpanned. “Hey!” Ian protested, and I quickly smiled his way to let him know I was joking. “Would it help if I walked around topless? Oooo—let’s do topless Tuesday. Audrey would love it. She hates clothes.

And just so you know,” he growled, his tone full of possession. “I would never, ever, share you. You would belong to me and only me. I’d take care of you, fill you up, so there was no room for anyone else in our bed.

Just my name and I knew I’d used my last life. There was no more pretending this wasn’t happening. And right then, in the men’s bathroom of my ex-fiancé’s wedding, I didn’t want to.

Let’s get a hotel room because I’m not going to make it back to the apartment. I need you now, and I need a bed for all the dirty things I’m going to do to you.” Losing my ninth life had never felt so good.

I can’t wait to finally see how far down that blush goes. It’s been taunting me for months.”.

Pressing my cock against her ass, I swiped the key and shoved the door open. I had no clue what the room looked like. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was going to be inside this woman as soon as possible and if a bed happened to be waiting for me, then so be it. But any flat surface would do.

I’m a confident man,” I explained, pushing her up the bed as I climbed between her thighs. “An arrogant man,” she deadpanned. “Call it what you want, but either way, I’m the man about to be inside you.” I gripped my dick and slid it through her folds across her clit, both of us moaning. “I’m the man about to make you scream my name.

She was perfect. And when she smiled, my chest ached. My heart thundered so hard the rush of blood made me lightheaded, and I knew—right then, I knew—I loved this woman.

I could get used to an agreeable Carina.

Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want all those employees to know that the bold Carina Russo is getting pinned to a desk and fucked like a slut on her lunch break.

I was Carina Russo, heir to Wellington and Russo, marketing queen, and a powerful woman. I didn’t fail. I pushed on and succeeded.

I was Carina fucking Russo. Whoever was on the other side of that door was about to have their socks knocked off.

But everything in me froze when he lifted his gaze to mine, and I was confronted with an unusual set of gray eyes. Gray eyes I’d never been able to forget. Gray eyes that had helped me through the night I’d realized my relationship with Jake was over.

This isn’t porn, so we don’t allow penetration of any kind, but any form of nudity is allowed. We keep it sensual and erotic, but not graphic and gratuitous. Sexuality is such a huge part of a relationship, leaving us bared to the other person. We cultivate this experience for you to get to know each other on another level beyond the typical first date questions.

Looking in the mirror, I tossed my hair again and puckered my lips. “Eat your heart out, Ian.

He’d learn like all the other men that underestimated me.

I prowled over her, shoving her legs wide to make room for myself, ignoring the click of the camera. The photographer could be telling me the building was on fire, and I wouldn’t hear it. Carina and I were in our own bubble, and nothing was penetrating it until I’d finished with this woman.

Hey, wait,” I said, jerking on my pants. “Thanks for the orgasms, Ian.

You know shit is bad when you’d rather have food poisoning, the flu, or even Ebola be the reason behind all the vomiting. But no, it was another virus all together that invaded my body. A baby.

But after having her, tasting her, touching her, knowing what her cries of pleasure felt like, what her heat felt like wrapped around my cock, there was no coming back from that. I’d fucked a few women since then, but it’d been hard to concentrate on them, and Carina had always been there in the back of my mind. Now, I’d get to sit across from her for dinner and discuss our future.

Stuffing the last bite in my mouth, I made a decision. Fuck Ian. Fuck this fancy-pants restaurant with their delicious, unfulfilling chips. Ian could show up to an empty table for all I cared. I was done waiting, and I wasn’t going to sit there for another second. No, I was going to McDonald’s because a Big Mac sounded epic right now. And a large fry. And a coke, god their coke was the best.

But you need to come to my Thanksgiving for lunch.” “Deal,” he agreed, kissing my nose. “And maybe I can eat you for dessert,” he muttered into my ear. “I’ve never had pussy for Thanksgiving.

All I could hope for was someone hot and not a creeper who wanted me to put the lotion on the skin.

I’d made huge strides in my career, but I missed the girl who danced while she cooked, laughed more than not, who bravely slept with two men. I missed the girl who dared her fiancé to fuck her in public. Who owned her body and lacked any inhibitions. Who feared no man and the pain they could cause.

I rested my hand on my stomach. “It’s just you and me, peanut.” Nausea hit me, and I frantically crawled to the hall bathroom and emptied the small lunch I’d managed to eat. Even panting and sweating, I was confident. I was Carina Russo. I was going to kick pregnancy’s ass. Once I picked myself up off the bathroom floor.

Please.” Another kiss to my neck, except she opened her lips and slicked her tongue across my skin. “I choose this. I want this.” A puff of air hit my neck with a small laugh. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You make me feel safe. You take the women you rescue to Haven, but you’re my haven.” She pulled back and looked up at me, letting me see the earnest need blazing from her eyes. “Take me there.

I’ve never done this before,” I confessed, even though it was no secret. “It may make me a caveman, but I can’t tell you how much it pleases me to be the first dick you suck on. It does something to me to know I’ll be the first one inside that pretty mouth of yours.

What am I going to do with you?” “You could always have dick for dessert? Like a sixty-nine treat.

I hung up and let the happiness of my life wash over me. I had a beautiful, smart, caring girlfriend and probably the best baby that was ever created. All waiting for me at home and I couldn’t wait.

Don’t ever wear lingerie like that again. You’re a young lady, and I’d have to gouge the eyes out of any guy who saw such innocence. You should try a muumuu. Men love muumuus.

Ian,” I mumbled into his chest. “I thought I could do this alone, but I can’t. I need you with me to do this. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m not strong enough to do it without you.” “What are you talking about?” he asked above me, stroking my hair. “You’re Carina freaking Russo, ruler of them all. You don’t need me. I’m just here to look pretty.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I seriously miss kissing and playing with your breasts, but I guess I can share.

He was perfection, and he was mine. I just needed to reach out and take it.