An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
R.K. LilleyIf you can't be civil to my girlfriend you can fucking walk away.
R.K. LilleyMots clés tristan
We're going to do this nice and slow. All I want from you is your surrender. Beyond that, you don't have to think about a thing. Understand?
R.K. LilleyDanika, sweetheart?” He rasped.
“Yes, Tristan?”
“I’m done being sweet, if you don’t mind. I’d like to fuck you really hard if that’s okay.
Mots clés bad-things
He smiled his best smile, the one that ruined me for every other smile in the world.
R.K. LilleyThere was something so comforting in the certainty that someone knew about your biggest flaws and was still willing to stick around.
R.K. LilleyDidn't you know I was out here, just waiting for a friend like you?"
"Of course I didn't know. I'd have been dancing on top of every bar in town, instead of studying, if I'd known that."
"Tell me not to kiss you," he said, when his lips were a breath away from mine.
"Don't kiss me," I told him, my voice a breathless rasp.
"Mean it," he said, crowding me into the corner of the pool.
He tilted my chin up with his finger.
"I can't," I gasped.
The words had barely left my lips before he was kissing me.
Mots clés hot bad-things
Don't start a war you can't win, my friend. In the battle of teases, I would whip your slutty ass, you sex fiend.
R.K. LilleyYou can't call me boo."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not a rapper, and I'm not your shorty.
THE FRIENDS DON'T LIST
Because I like you too much to sleep with you
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