Garry Michael > Quotes

“My appetite for Father Saint James was stronger than before we’d fucked. Hearing my name come out of his mouth when he came was better than I could have imagined. It was so arousing and I came harder than ever, placing me in unfamiliar territory. I’ve never craved seconds before, I didn’t even know what they were like. I was always done after the first bang—pun intended. But with my priest, I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“He was everywhere. He’d become everything I thought of when the urges arrived. How long would it be before I could no longer accept the visualization and had to possess the real Father Saint James?”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“I love you, Heath. Please be mine.” “I love you too, Archer. I’ll be forever yours.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“We were willing to die for each other, and if that wasn’t love, I didn’t know what love was.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“I didn’t care if he was awake, asleep, or in a fucking coma. His cock tasted amazing and I was down for whatever type of sex he wanted.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“serve justice to those citizens influential and wealthy enough to pay themselves out of crimes they committed.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Like most of Latin America, Cuba was steeped in Catholic traditions, pressures that guilted the living from those who’d turned to dust. I would know. I wasn’t proud to admit it, but I succumbed to the pressure every now and then. Who was I kidding? It was a compulsion. Call it insurance just in case they were right.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Choice is an illusion, Father Saint James.” He stopped walking, but he didn’t look back at me. “It’s a mirage. They like us to believe we have a say, but our future is determined the moment you put on your robe for the first time. We don’t have a choice.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“A little warning next time?” “You’d be lucky if there’s a next time, so fuck off and shut up.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“You don’t need God. I’m all you need,” he whispered in my ear, before biting and nipping my earlobe.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Jaguar F-Type coupe”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Why don’t you spend less time worrying about your holier-than-thou crap and get over here and suck my cock?” he ordered. “I can’t.” “The fuck you can’t,” he hissed. “Now, do as I say, Father, and strip that pretty little dress of yours off.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“The way Archer spoke was hypnotizing. On one hand, he was crude and offensive. On the other hand, it drove me mad with desire. I’d always wondered about being dominated and I now wanted to be owned by him.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“There was no fire hot enough to burn me, water deep enough to drown me.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Men like me didn’t get to experience passion. Emotion was a cancer, budding from a speck into annihilation.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“I slapped him, then spit in his face. “If you’re such a great killer, why do you fuck so poorly?”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“On your knees, Father. For once, I want you on your knees, instead of you demanding we bow to you. Not tonight. Not tonight.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Heath wrapped his arms around my neck then leapt up and wrapped his legs around my waist. I held him against the wall and we continued smothering each other’s breaths with passionate and fiery kisses.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Todavía estamos investigando el evento y le haremos saber a todos ustedes una vez tengamos una respuesta concreta,”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“Fuck me,” I admitted. “Use me.” He laughed. “If you insist.”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper

“You’re good, Father.” He grinned when I stared into his light brown eyes. “Such a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you?”
― Garry Michael, The Reaper