875 Quotes by Kristen Ashley

Lady, we’re not sleeping, we’re resting then we’re fucking some more. Last time I’ll say it. Not done with you, got things I want to do to you and I’m doin’ them.

She waits for me at windows and buys me dragons. There are reasons we walk this earth, I’m coming to realize mine.

But the men tonight were paid to kill a newlywed man and his wife,” his arms gave me a squeeze, “I lose no sleep for them and you shouldn’t either.” “But you were awake,” I pointed out. “Yes, I was, because my wee wife trembles against me in her sleep,” he informed me. God, that was sweet. “Sorry, Frey,” I whispered. “Do not be sorry, be drowsy,” he ordered.

I closed my eyes and prayed for divine intervention.I waited a beat and nothing happened.Guess God was busy with war and famine and the like.

Just a little pointer, Indy, girl to girl, if you want that week with Lee to last into two. He likes itwhen you go down on him in the morning. He’s a fucking animal in bed but give him a morning BJ,he’ll return the favor and rock your world.”Every muscle in my body froze solid.“What did she just say?” Stevie asked.“She did not just say that in front of me,” Kitty Sue said.“Holy crap,” Dolores said.“Oh… my… gawd,” Tod said.“You fucking bitch,” Ally said.“This is more like it,” Tex said.

F**k!" he exploded, chocolate and caramel flying out of his mouth. My heart seized. He looked like he was going to have a chocolate-caramel-layer-square-induced heart attack. ..."These are unbe-f**king-lievable. I think I've finally fallen in love, with a f**kin' brownie!

She’s a badass motherf**keress. She’d kick your ass soon as look at you. You’ve clapped your eyes on The Law. Count yourself lucky, sucker. Now, what’ll it f**kin’be?

Tex glared at the next customer, the unfortunate who'd opened his mouth. "She's a badass motherfuckeress. She'd kick your ass soon as look at you. You've clapped your eyes on The Law. Count yourself lucky, sucker. Now what'll it fuckin' be?

Tex, you look like a serial killer in this picture!” I shouted.“Yeah, so?” Tex answered.I stared.“You think people wouldn’t pay good money to have a serial killer make them coffee?” he boomed.