I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it's like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?" "Yes?" "I want you to let me.

Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.

How is it that you make me want so many things I had sworn I could do without?

I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this-- what she and I have-- it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.

Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won't be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.

Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.

You like pink?" Cole touched her again though the damp material. "Yes, Rachel, especially your sweet pink pussy.

I don't want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every sing thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to." Biting her earlobe, he then added, "And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you.