Softcore Quotes

“What’s the importance of family, my love?” Mother stroked my hair as I was curled up in her lap. It was late out, the fireplace keeping us warm as an unremarkable movie played in front of us. Dad had just left us a couple of months ago.

I remember my eyes being glued to the television screen as we had the conversation, even though I wasn’t paying attention to it. Even before this was brought up, I wasn’t listening and instead paying attention to the sound of my mother’s heartbeat and the way her breathing moved in sync with it as well as her chest, moving up and down. “I don’t know, momma. So you grow up kind?”

She chuckled, placing her finger on the tip of my nose, “So that you grow up loved.”
― Beariem

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
"Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
"Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
She nodded, even as she was slick with need.
"Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot.
His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.”
My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me.
“Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.”
“Caspian…”
“Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.”
Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now.
“I’m… perfect.”
Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved.
“You deserve love.” He pulled out again.
“I deserve love.”
This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure.
“You are smart.”
“I am smart.”
“You are patient.”
“I am patient.”
“You are stunning.”
“I am stunning.”
On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again.
“Caspian—" I moaned.
“Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.”
And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again.
“Fuck, Caspian,” I panted.
“That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes.
I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens