Lisa Renee Jones Quote

Inch by inch it's all a cinch, by the yard it's hard. Go for it -- no matter how slow or long the process seems at first.

One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as...

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan. "This is mine," he whispe...

If erotic writing is the objectification of sex, then reading is its subjectification.

Please, I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.Tamlin, I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with...

...I know that if you ask me to jump I will say how high. So I will stay away from you and hope that you never ever say jump.

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.Play later, he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked m...

So I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, Shit, and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-...

And Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.

Holy fuck. Testing, testing. Is this thing on or has Botox already begun to corrode her brain cells?