Quotes from Joanna Wylde

You've been watching Sons of Anarchy, haven't you?" Pic asked, sighing heavily. Cody swallowed, then nodded. "Fucking show. Whole damned world thinks they're Jax Teller.

I want you, and I'm not the kind of guy to sit back and wait for good things to come to me.

Don't worry about me. I'm real good at this shit. Why do you think they made me president?

one of those guys you just want to shove down and lick all over. Which I did, actually. He's nasty in bed, too, never tried some of that shit before. Pierced dick. I shit you not.

I screwed the King of the Man-whores—condom-free—in a damned shed, because I'm classy like that.

her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.

Yeah, this good-guy bullshit wasn't his gig at all.

He glanced over to the stage, where a nearly naked woman gyrated lifelessly around the pole. She could've been cleaning toilets for all the enthusiasm she showed.

Doesn't matter what life you choose – your family will always be a part of you.

Maybe I should stand outside the Adam & Eve store holding a sign reading "Single Mom, Anything Helps" and a cup for change.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

Still think I'd be prettier if I smiled?" she asked, the words intense and full of hate. "Yeah," I replied, licking my lips. A wave of heat surged down my spine, and I felt my hips shift restlessly as my cock throbbed. "But pretty is boring. I like you better when you're pissed off. Makes me want to push you down over that desk and fuck you.

It'd be a shame to fire her, but I'd do it if she couldn't show some respect once I was her boss. Still, I'd rather have her working under me. Or just under me in general. I swallowed… Yeah, this was gonna get complicated.

It wasn't personal—more of a "been there, done that, got my lifetime supply of psychological trauma" kind of thing.

the wall. Then he grabbed his

Um, Sophie? I have a face, you know," he added, and my eyes jerked up from his stomach.

Hey, sweet butt," he said. That broke the spell. Sweet butt? What the hell kind of guy called a girl he'd never met something like that?

Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch? -HORSE

My eyes dropped back down to his lips. They were full and way too soft for a guy, which I knew for a fact because they'd been all over my neck earlier. Yup, I'd definitely suck on those, given the chance. I'd suck on them for a good long time. Then I'd start moving down, trying out that pierced nipple on the way down to his cock.

I just want to get laid, though. Do you think any of the guys in your club are available? I don't want a boyfriend, just a friend with benefits. Someone I can fuck and then ditch, guilt-free, when it gets old.

La madurez consiste en saber posponer el placer inmediato para conseguir mejorar la situación a largo plazo.

Adulting was bullshit.

Shit," said the guy with the mohawk and skull tats. "I fucking hate it when they piss themselves.

My body recognized its master even if I didn't.