Jack Whitney > Quotes

“You’ll make me see God?” “Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman that’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“But most of all… I think you missed being my good girl,” he whispered, his hand enclosing on my throat. “And you crave that praise more than your next breath.”
― Jack Whitney, Finding You

“He needed to consume her. To touch her. Taste her. Feel her.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Sweet girl…” He dared to brush his knuckles on that exposed flesh… dared to flick his finger beneath the strap and give it a gentle tug. Her eyes held his, and he said in a throaty rasp, “I don’t plan on leaving here without you.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“It’s how you look at someone when you can’t stop thinking about them.”
― Jack Whitney, Finding You

“Do you also think I’ll enjoy the two pumps of your cock inside me before you get off?” I asked. “If you even make it there. From the looks of it, you’re going to come in your pants staring at my tits. Are you enjoying the view? They are directly in your face, after all.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I’m yours,” came her breathless whisper. “Whether the sun rises or dies, or if night encompasses us all into eternal darkness, I will be yours. Every minute. Every hour. Every moment until my dying breath, and should Death offer me a reprieve after, a choice to continue living in an eternal cycle of love and pain, I will be yours an eternity more.” She paused, her thumb brushing the bottom lid of his eye where a tear had collected, and she gave him a small smile. “For as long as you’ll keep me.”
― Jack Whitney, Ballad of Nightmares

“small cake, sparklers erupting, and the number five drawn on in red atop the white icing.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“No matter how many painters I’d posed for before with suggestions on my true nature, most seemed to like the idea of a small boy, not a grown man. Imagine the god of desire, a cherub…”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“But on the table beside her drink was another heart. R U WET She wanted him to find out for himself.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I misread the room,” he said, hand clenching his chest. “Here I thought you were a damsel in need of saving. Turns out you’re the fucking knight.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Dammit, Chloe, tell me,” he practically begged, emotion threading his voice. “Tell me I’m fucking crazy, that I’m losing my mind. Tell me that this, you and me, everything we feel when we’re together, isn’t worth the vacant days. Tell me this isn’t worth the pain I feel without you. Tell me these years were as agonizing for you as they were for me, but that while every day without you felt like forever, that this… here and now… this is everything.”
― Jack Whitney, Finding You

“Go ahead, baby,” he said. “Scream for me—”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Fuzzy red handcuffs.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Fall in love. Wake her up—if it is her…” My eyes met Persephone’s. “This isn’t going to be easy.” She smiled. “True love never is.”
― Jack Whitney, Finding You

“naughty candy hearts”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Here I thought you looked more like the faerie erotica type,” he teased, voice dropping.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Walk us to my Jeep. Give me a preview of that ass swaying like it’ll do on my lap later.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Keep saying my name, baby… Every time your greedy little pussy wants more, say my name. Beg for it.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I could conquer the world with one hand, as long as you’re holding the other.”
― Jack Whitney, Madness

“bringing him peace with the mere hot bean water.”
― Jack Whitney, Ballad of Nightmares

“Guide me, baby,” he told her, pulling her hand between her legs atop his. “Show me what you like.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Use me, sweet girl,” he breathed out. “Take your pleasure.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispered as he kissed her nose. “You did so well, baby.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“You’re so greedy, baby,”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“Every shake, every bruise I put on them, every orgasm that comes from between them. Mine. And when you can’t feel them tomorrow, you’ll have your choice of my name, my tongue, or my cock to blame for it.”
― Jack Whitney, Anyone and You

“I plan on doing everything that these hearts say. Striping you. Biting you. Sucking you. All of them… One at a time… One command after the other… Over and over until you beg me to stop,” he said in her ear. “And when you do, I’ll—” “Let me guess,” she interjected. “You’ll make me see God?” “Baby, tonight, I am your god,” he said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman that’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl

“I like my music heavy and numbing. I always have. And for the last few years, louder has always equaled better. I want to drown beneath the strum of the bass, the pound of the drums, the guitar’s riff, and the lyrics that I don’t always understand. I want it all to choke me until I’m struggling for air, then hold me at the absolute edge within its grasp, letting me drift in and out of consciousness. I want to see whatever fucking god people say waits for us on the other side just so I can spit in their face.”
― Jack Whitney, Chaos

“Good girl,” against her lips.”
― Jack Whitney, Sweet Girl