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.

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

To Rachel and Georgeanna. Ride or die, bitches.

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.

around my thighs as I watched her thumbs hook

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

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

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.

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

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

her breasts were only a slight handful,

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

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

Past hurts never fail to weigh us down.

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.

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.

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.

The only big difference was that while I loved women, Jackson loved everyone. He was bisexual and didn't care who knew. Not that anyone we hung out with cared. Jackson was a breath of fresh air and he just…got me. "Awwww," Jackson said. "He's afraid he's going to kiss me and fall in love. Can't say I blame him.

Be first. Two words that I would keep with me in everything. I deserved to be first.

Lay on your back. I want to watch you as I pop your cherry.

It’s okay that you liked it. It’s okay that you only imagine that with me and no other man.” I laughed. “I mean, I prefer that. But don’t let it be so black and white. Just because I can make you come harder than anyone else by burying my thick cock in your tight ass, doesn’t mean you want to fuck other guys. Frankly, it’s doing great things for my ego that I’m the only man who turns you on.

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.

I’ve been a stubborn ass and don’t deserve you after the way I treated you, but I’m saying it anyway. I love you, Alexandra.” Tears leaked from my eyes mixing with the water from the shower. I couldn’t wait a second longer, I pressed my lips to his and held him to me like I could make us one. “I love you too, Erik. So much. You saved me. You’re my savior.

Look how red you made these pretty pink tits. I love how much you like a little bite with your kisses.” He emphasized his point by nipping at my tender breasts.

Yes, baby. Take my cock. Ride me.” He sat up, his lips a breath from mine. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” His hands controlled my hips, moving me how he wanted me. “Look at you, my little virgin riding my cock like you were made for me. I’m going to fuck you morning, noon, and night. Take every hole you have until it’s all mine.” One hand moved up to cup my breast, bringing the rosy tip to his lips. “I’ll squeeze these tits together and fuck them. Your pretty little lips can suck on the head while your beautiful breasts jack me off.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I’m going to let you in on a secret. But you can’t tell anyone because it’s mainly how I get through every day coming off like the genius I am.” She nodded again, but this time, it came with a laugh. “We Google. Google knows all.

Thank you, Carina. Thank yo—” I had to swallow past the lump in my throat and try again. “Thank you for this beautiful gift.” When I looked up, she had tears in her eyes too, and I offered a smile, getting one in return. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Listen, beautiful. I can be the man that takes you home and finds ways to make you forget who hurt you. I can make you like it. But I’m not sure that’s what you want. And I’m not the man to cause regrets.” He pressed another soft kiss and I returned it. “But if I’m wrong, then just tell me. I’ll pay for those shots and fuck you before we even make it upstairs. Probably finger you in the cab on the way home.

Chicken Cacciatore.” “Can’t say I’ve ever had it.” She gasped and turned to face me. “Never?” “Nope. You’ll be popping my cherry.” She smiled a wicked smile and turned back to her task. “Well, you’re in for a treat. I make a mean Chicken Cacciatore, and I won’t take it easy just because it’s your first time.

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.

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.

A pregnant woman walks into a bar. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.

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.

One thing I learned throughout my life, was to take what you could get because nothing was guaranteed tomorrow.

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.

Erik. I’ve already felt so much pleasure with you. The fact that I get to choose you is more than enough pleasure for this.

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.

Later. Yeah, I liked the sound of later. Not that he needed to know that I liked anything that came out of his mouth. I had to make sure his head could still fit through the door.

Both guys gave me shit. Jared spent the morning laughing at me as I struggled to move without waking Audrey. I didn’t think he’d ever stop laughing when he caught me baby-talking. I’d flipped him off and continued talking to my girl. Ain’t no shame in baby-talking to the most beautiful girl ever.

While I didn’t chase men, for another chance with Alexander Kent, I may speed walk to get him.

You’re both so masculine—so hard. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve seen to watch you two kiss each other.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Each time I feel the head of my cock at your entrance, I want to shove up and take that tight pussy for my own. I want to watch your tits bounce as you move up and down on my cock. I want to look down and see the blood of your innocence coating me and know it’s mine. I want to take everything.

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.

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?

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.

The irony wasn’t lost on me that I loved the control I had on others. Like if I controlled them more, then I could be a little more reckless with myself.

Try not to fall in love with me," I said, repeating the words from all those years ago.

Do it," he said when I hesitated. Carina looked so small sandwiched between our large bodies, her head fully tipped back against Jake's shoulder so she could present her full lips to me. My blood thumped, chanting to go, attack, take. But this was our first kiss, the first time I would taste her. This was the beginning of something big. Something that felt like it could be more than just a night. The back and forth leading to this moment made the free-fall into acceptance all the more intoxicating. I needed to cherish it.

Jackson, yes." My name on his lips had my cock aching. I wanted to wrap myself around him and hump his leg like a dog in heat, ready to cum any way I could.

I loved the tender touch of a woman when I ate her out, but there was something about a man's rough grip that took what he wanted and was almost angry with his movements that had my balls tingling with the need to come. It sparked my caveman instincts to fight back and win.

If you don't mind me asking, why the name Voy?" Carina asked. A wistful smile crossed Daniel's lips. "I knew a Spanish woman once. She always wanted to go places, and before she passed, she told me to go for her. Voy means ‘I go’ in Spanish." He shrugged. "Just paying homage to a woman who gave me something when I needed it.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

We are doing what feels right,” I explained when she pulled back to let me breathe. “Having you in my lap feels right.” My hand parted the robe and stroked her inner thigh. “Touching you feels right. Not pushing you away feels right. I’m done fighting you. I want to enjoy you for as long as you will let me.

Hey,” I called when we stepped out of the office. She turned, her nose still raised high. How someone shorter than me could look down at me so efficiently amazed me. It had to be a special talent of hers because no one had done it quite like she did.

I look like a whale.” Carina went to cover her stomach, but I held her hands in place. “You look like a goddess.” I smiled in wonder up at her and then back to her stomach. “That’s our baby you’re carrying. You’re amazing, Carina.

I gave him the middle finger at the same time as sticking out my tongue. I liked to mix petulant with adult hand gestures.

I mean, I get it. You being a mother completely does it for me. You’re beautiful taking care of our baby. A goddess.

You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known, Carina. I’m so damn proud of you. I don’t say it enough. I know I’m hard on you and shelter you, but it’s because I love you and I want to keep you from any pain or disappointment.

I’m not telling you this to make you choose between him and Carina. I just don’t want you to doubt how he feels. I definitely don’t want to see him get hurt, but if he’s the one for you, then choose him. Be sure you’re ready to be with a man. Don’t let a word define who you are. You can love anyone, and loving Jackson doesn’t make you one way or another. It doesn’t mean you have to be attracted to other men just because you’re attracted to him.

I’m in love with Jackson.” My eyes softened, and my chest loosened enough to take a full inhale. My skin prickled in excitement and my lips twitched with a smile. “I’m in love with Jackson,” I said again. “I’m in love with Jackson.” I wanted to say it again and again. The statement wrapped around me like the perfect t-shirt you kept until it fell apart.

I don’t think you could ever overstay your welcome. After last night you’re welcome whenever you want.

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

Though she be but little, she is fierce. I am powerful, beautiful, brilliant, and brave. Don’t be afraid to give up the good to be great.

You are my light at the end of the tunnel. I love you and no matter what happens—even if you dump my ass—I will always make sure you’re okay. I will keep you safe. I will make sure you never know hunger or unnecessary pain.

I’m hoping maybe I can trap you into staying at my company when all is said and done. I’m ready to offer sex multiple times a day into your benefits package.” “Oh my God. Stop.” I hit his shoulder again, laughing. I was a mess of emotions with tears slipping down my cheeks, but laughing at the same time.

He’d done so much for me and I felt more energized and ready for anything than I ever had before. He’d given me that. He’d given me a future I could look into and see something great. He saved me that night from myself and I’d spend the rest of my life loving the man who bought me.

Thank you, Alexandra, for your gift,” he whispered behind me. A smile stretched my lips. “Thank you for accepting it.

Jake Wellington loved me. My best friend loved me. My best friend was smiling at me and telling me he loved me.