Quotes from Joanna Wylde

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

True story," Horse chimed in. "Fuck with us, we'll fuck you back. Harder. Always.

That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled.

People don't always give us full credit for our warm, fuzzy side, but it's definitely there. We just love to help." "Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse. Brings a tear to me eye.

I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry—I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It'll be good between us. You know it will.

Cause I'm not really a Dr. Seuss fan." I stared at her, startled. "Em, you gotta be a fuckin' communist, you don't like Dr. Seuss. Jesus.

They're your family, and now they're my family, too. I'm not a civilian and I didn't fall in love with a stockbroker. I fell in love with a Devil's Jack. I know what it means to wear a cut.

Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few Me: Church?!?? Didn't peg you for a church kind of guy Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates Me: Don't get holy water in your beer!

Fuck. You." He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl.

Don't want you wearing shit that you wore for Gary," Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. "I don't give a damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that. Here's the compromise. I'm gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You're gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.

You're a pig," I whispered back. "You know that, right?" "So far bein' a pig works for me, babe," he said. "Gotta go now. Check out the college. Hit the clinic and get some pills. Don't call your brother. Cook something fuckin' great for dinner and don't wear any panties. That's all I ask.

Kind of like Batman. On a motorcycle.

Así que no vas a preguntar? Lo estudié, entrecerrando los ojos. Tenía un mal presentimientos sobre esto. Pero las palabras salieron de mi boca, totalmente fuera de mi control. —¿Por qué te llaman Horse? —Porque me cuelga como a uno —respondió, sonriendo.

One of her in dirty sweats is worth ten of you naked on your knees, so get the fuck out.

Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?" He said softly. "You've held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven't been strong. But it's been a hell of a night, so why don't you let me hold you and help you right now, okay?

It took everything I had to bite back a little squee of excitement, because there's not a woman on earth who doesn't secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike .

I'm with you, Em. Don't doubt that, okay? No matter what happens or what you hear…Promise?

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it.

Shit," Clutch said after a few minutes. "The high-def has totally ruined porn. Are those ingrown hairs?

We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice.

Things had changed between us in a profound way, something I think we both knew. All our fighting and nitpicking seemed so silly now. So did my endless agonizing about whether or not I should be with him. Once a man disposes of a body for you, the moral high ground has been lost.

Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lips twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

I didn't need to control her…Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.

My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.