"Liquid heat pooled inside Sabrina, there, where he might have stroked had she let him, spiraling to and from places where his hands, and other parts of him, met and sparked off complimenting portions of her."
"He broke away long enough to reach for his pants. Jessie saw him grab a handful of condom packets from his pocket. Another tingle slid right down her spine. She'd like to use each and every one of those packets."
"She was, quite simply, stunning. Beautiful in the larger-than-life way of models and movie stars, in a way that seemed to suck in all available light. She wore a snug leather miniskirt and a short, white tank top that clung to her and exposed a tanned midriff where a gold navel ring glinted. A river of thick, dark hair tumbled down her back. Amid all the noise, it was as though for a moment he was in a cone of silence."
As Bad As Can Be -- Kristin Hardy
(Link is for a different book by the same author.)
"This is amazing. The thought echoed throughout the woman's head as if she never had fast food before. Incidentally, she's been having it several times a day, every day, for the past decade. It never got old. How can something this tasty not be good for you? The woman thought as she took another bite of her cheeseburger, the sixth one in a row she's had within the last half an hour. Worth every penny, she concluded as the creamy filling melted, spreading within her oral cavity, as well as every additional pound. Playfully, she caressed the bulk of her belly, now even more swollen due to the sizeable meal she's had. Pamela, old girl, you seem to have attained a new record, the woman mused, unable to see the palms of her hands as they've grasped the majority of her bulk. To most of the world, her size was something to be ashamed of. For Pamela Greene, Professor of World Literature, it was a point of pride. Few were the women with the courage not to conform to the rigid standards of beauty imposed by modern society, and fewer still were those who chose to toss them out of the window and embrace their exact opposite. And what kind of a life would the other option be? Pamela asked herself as she finished her burger, swallowing what was left of it with absolute pleasure. Dieting, exercising, having to plan your whole day out around some rigid program that 'guaranteed' success? Not for me, thank you."
"Moisture flooded her and her sex swelled almost painfully against her clothes. Her clit felt as if it had doubled in size and she bucked into him, needing to come so badly she could almost taste it."
"Her legs clenched, heat shooting from her wet nipples down her body, straight between her legs."
"Izzie barely breathed as he pushed her clothes down and off, until she lay naked beneath him. And she absolutely flew out of her skin when he took the new tube-shaped pastry and smeared one creamy end of it through her curls and across her sex."
"He slid the tip of it into her wet crevice -- sending a cacophony of sensations rushing through her."
"He slowly sunk the treat deeper, as far as he could, then gently tugged it out. He did it again, leaving Izzy to wonder how long it would take before the shell broke and the oozy cream filled her."
"He nibbled off little pieces as it came out of her, whispering sweet words about how good it tasted... how good she tasted. How juicy and creamy she was."
"'You're bigger than that cookie,' she said, nibbling on her lip as she acknowledged just how much Nick Santori had been hiding beneath his clothes. He groaned and dipped closer, sliding in her a little at a time. 'You're sweeter than that cookie.' He pushed a bit more, easing into her with incredible restraint. 'And you are definitely creamy enough to handle me.'"
"No woman should be this sexy, it's a crime against men's restraint. I know I'm throwing mine to the wayside as I pull her pink thong to the side and admire the rosy flesh exposed inside her lips. Pearly beads of desire have formed in her entrance, enticing me, exciting me."
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