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“Baby, this is your chance to orgasm before we spend the next few hours taking what we want from you. You do not have permission to orgasm again until all four of us are done with you. Then, and only then, will I bury my face inside that tight little pussy and let you use my mouth however you need. So, I suggest you ride his face until you cover him with your orgasm, because you will be begging for your next one.”
― Sugar Baby
― Sugar Baby
“When Oakley showed it to me, I instantly loved the tiny straps and love-heart bustline thingy. She’d laughed at my expense and explained that it’s called a sweetheart neckline. Whatever, it’s cute as fuck. And bonus, it has pockets.”
― Good Girl
― Good Girl
“Instantly, the noise in my soul turns to a background hum. Sleep starts to pull me under just as lips brush over my pec, followed by five quiet words. “I knew you would come.” I raise my head enough to press a kiss to her hair. “Sleep, little dove.” She snuggles into me, pressing her ear into my chest, and immediately goes pliant with sleep again. She knows. I close my eyes, images and plans flickering through my mind. Every single one with the same result—showing Emmy who she belongs to.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“This is Dylan all over again. The lies. The denial. But it’s worse. So much fucking worse.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“This shit never works out for me. Forever homes aren’t for real. No one ever keeps the strays.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“Without further ado, I’m pleased to introduce you to The Monarchs. Derek King. Hudson Gold. Darcy Reign. Xavier Knight. Remember, stalking is a crime.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“That bubble of hope that I’ve been carrying around swells even larger. Because the man who is staring back at me isn’t Derek. Daddy’s home.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“I’ll always give you what you need”
― Sugar Baby
― Sugar Baby
“There is a click from the direction of my bedroom, and both of our heads snap in that direction as a shirtless Xavier walks out. Fuck. My focus darts to Oakley, whose mouth is hanging completely open as she watches Xavier approach, press a kiss to my hair, then take one of the mugs before retreating to our tiny two-person table, pulling out his phone, and scrolling. I’m pretty sure I’m watching her have an actual out-of-body experience. She points a finger in his direction, and it’s wobbly, before turning toward me, her face a little pale. “That’s Professor Knight.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“She didn’t crumble like dried-out paint. No, she splashed across the canvas in a riot of colors I can only be jealous of.”
― Brat Baby
― Brat Baby
“So, let me get this straight. I signed you up to SugarLife, you cherry-picked a red box invitation, met four men at a hotel, had a gang bang, you’re home way earlier than expected because they double stuffed your taco, and now you’re walking with a limp?”
― Good Girl
― Good Girl





