Crazy Good

Love doesn’t die. No matter how many bullets you put in it. It breathes on its own without oxygen, without need for anything else. It exists, swirling in its own form of gravity, ready whenever you are, to be consumed by it.

Dude, I’ve been telling everyone this for years. No one ever wants to listen. You can’t trust anything that bleeds for a week and doesn’t die.

Cock Polishing Assistant. That’s the title that comes to mind whenever I hear your job title,

I want you,” he says. “You said you didn’t know what I wanted from you. I’m telling you. I want you. I want you to be mine. That’s all I know for sure.

A realization dawns on me—falling in love hurts. Existing in it is bliss.

Maybe I can deserve her. I can clean up my act and turn this shit train around. For her, maybe I can.

This guy could be Kellan Kyle mixed with Channing Tatum, and he wouldn’t have a chance in hell with my wall.

Take a leap, Windsor. I won’t let anything happen to you,

The scared shitless feeling left the second we left the plane. Now, I just feel free. Adrenaline pumps and my heart hammers, but being one with the air makes me feel unrestrained in a way I never imagined possible.

I should have done this weeks ago. Now, I can’t wait another second.” Cradling my head in his hands he smashes our lips together. He bends down and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist without removing my mouth from his. His tongue is soft as he pushes it into my mouth with skilled flicks and twirls. Mint flavor hits me, mingling with his cologne and I think I might devour him forever.

I’ve never wanted to insert my penis into a body more than I do yours.

It's been one year, eight months, twenty-one days, and fifteen hours since the first time I laid eyes on Maverick Hart.

Should I just tell her how I feel about her? Do I tell her that I think sex will change everything? That I'm so fucking mad about her that the second I stick my dick inside her, I might proposition her with marriage?

I might have to make a visit to the Nashhole before I leave. He's obviously not clear on what's mine. I'll make it crystal clear.

Anything. I'll give her anything she asks for: Diamonds, marriage, screeching kids, an ugly white fucking picket fence - all of it hers if she has me.. and keeps me.

His camera points down to his lap. His huge hand is wrapped around the most ferocious looking hard-on imaginable. I’m immediately wet. The erotic sight does crazy things I wouldn’t ever expect. I think it’s because it’s him.

Never say goodbye,” he demands. His smile fades. “I’m making my own rules. Never say goodbye. That’s rule number one.

Making sure my lips and tongue are coated in her, I slide my body up to come face to face with her. I smile. She smiles. I kiss her. She sucks my lips more than she kisses. When my tongue enters her mouth, she sucks that too. She grabs my fingers, the ones that were just inside her, and she sucks them.

Please let me suck your cock.

And then I know. I’ve fumbled with my fucked up thoughts long enough to know why I can’t fuck Windsor. If I do, what I feel would be too real—because it won’t be fucking or bagging or laying pipe. It will be making love. And then she will own me forever without even knowing it.

It’s okay to want to be fucked five ways from Sunday, Windsor,

she is the only sight I’ve ever been addicted to. I want to look at her and really see her in every possible way. When she’s sad, happy, coming, when she’s angry…I’ll take it all.

Is it wrong that I am so turned on right now, and I’m not sure if it’s because you’re naked or because you used a knife to cut off my lingerie?

missing someone meant that you are fortunate to love someone in the first place. If you don’t miss them, you don’t love them. Some don’t get that chance. Somehow, fortunate isn’t any of the things I’m feeling.

Courage is a strange thing. The more you use it, the more it consumes you.

I may have had reservations about the type of person he was when we first met, but the person who is with me today isn’t that guy. This Maverick Hart is sweet, compelling, fifty shades of hot, and so into me.

I want to stay inside her as long as humanly possible. I want this to be where my dick is every second of every day. I don’t think three times a day will be enough to satisfy this hunger I have for her.

The ascension of Thomas Maverick Hart was complete the night I looked into your blue eyes and you stuttered “no thank you.

Bouncing up and down on his humungous, thickness feels incredible.