Brenda :)

“Come here. Sit on my face. Moan my name louder, Penelope.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I’m not staying,” he mutters it this time. He sounds so resigned, even as he does the opposite of what he just said, and I almost laugh. Nero drops onto his back, shifting the pillow, lifting his head and smacking it back down against the lumpy cotton, trying to get comfortable. With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.”
― S.J. Tilly, Nero

“Where are we going?” Although, my heart already knows. “My bedroom.” “Why?” I whisper. He shifts his forearms under my ass. “So I can fuck you, Penelope. Why else?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Watching her, an overwhelming sense of emotion burns the back of my eyes. I find myself on the verge of crying like a little bitch because for the first time in four years I’m not thinking about anything other than how much I want this woman.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move