Smut Quotes

“I can make you feel so, so good, sweetheart. Just give in to your desires. I know your sweet little cunt is throbbing so hard right now, it’s almost like it’s calling out for me like a siren’s song.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Tell me, Lucy. Do you want this? Do you want to come all over my fingers while you watch your husband slowly die? Watch him writhe in agony with the realization that he once had the most remarkable woman on the planet for a wife and he fucked it all up?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I am going to fuck this soaked little cunt with my fingers now. And I won’t stop until I’ve abused the poor thing so bad, your cum will run down your thighs. And then I’m going to lick it up until you’ve satiated my thirst. And I. Am. Thirsty.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You have the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen.” My hips involuntarily thrust upward at that and he chuckles tauntingly. “Widen those legs for me.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“That’s it,” he grunts against me, the sound muffled. “Take what you want from me. Take your pleasure from my tongue, mo chreach bheag.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“He’s a criminal. A psychopath. I keep reminding myself those things. But what meaningless words they are when my vagina can’t take a hint to save her life.
Fucking treacherous bitch.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I want to feel you squeeze around my fingers. I want to taste you on my fucking tongue. And fuck, sweetheart… I want to be inside you. I want to pound into you until you’re a sobbing little mess.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Goddamn, mo leannan. You taste like rage and desire, and it’s fucking intoxicating,”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Hold onto your ankles. Keep yourself in place.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I shut that down right away. “Do I need to remind you that you have two very sharp knives right beside your head? Want to feel one against your throat instead?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“It’s like diving into a goddamn swimming pool, sweetheart. That’s how wet you are down here. Your mind can fight me all it wants, but your cunt is desperate for my touch,” I taunt, smugness dripping off me like beads of sweat.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You think this is wrong. That you’re not allowed to like this,” I say as I lean back. “But you don’t have to hide your desires from me, Lucille. I’ll show you every filthy thing that is known to mankind, and I’ll watch your cunt dripping as it weeps for more. And then I’ll do it again and again. Until you push all those thoughts aside and accept your desires. What was it that Daisy Scott said?”
I slip one finger inside of her pussy. “She wonders what it would feel like to experience passion. To meet someone who sees her. Who sees the real her. Someone who would never want to change her or try to take away her darkness,” I quote from her novel. “Don’t hide from me, mo chreach bheag.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Oh, God…” she whimpers, gasping for air as I add another finger inside and place my lips over her clit. “Not God, sweetheart. It’s my name I want to hear you scream. Your moans are mine. Your pleasure is mine. This cunt―” I curl my fingers inside her, and she yelps. “Is fucking mine.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.”
She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I’ll let her come to terms with the fact that she just let a murderer make her come twice. And that she liked it.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I want you to run and hide. And when I find you, I’m going to shove my cock into your pretty mouth and make you swallow every last goddamn drop of my cum.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Run, mo chreach. I’ll give you ten seconds.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I feel like a helpless deer running away from a terrible fate. I’m Bambi’s fucking mother, and he is the hunter ready to shoot me just so he can eat me. Devour me.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down onto my knees. I yelp when he grabs hold of my hair and brings my head up to look at him. “I’ve made you feel good multiple times now. I’ve made you come and I’ve treated you real nice.” Nice? Fucking nice? “Now it’s time to return the favor.”
“If you even dare to stick your disgusting prick inside of my mouth, I swear I will bite it off!” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Sure, you could try that. Then I will just kill your husband myself.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“My mind is a mess. I’m sucking off a homicidal lunatic in the middle of the fucking forest.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Shit, Lucy. I knew it from the first time I saw your picture and looked at those mismatched eyes of yours―you would suck cock like a little demon in disguise.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Fuck. I knew you would like my cock. I fucking knew it, sweetheart. You’re taking me so well.” She takes me even deeper then, and I can feel the tip touch the back of her throat. “Christ,” I grit out. “So fucking deep. Just imagine how it would feel inside your tight little cunt.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Say it, Lucille. Be a nice little kitty and beg.”
― Dolores Lane

“You’re gushing, sweetheart. You’re so wet, I think I could drink from you for hours.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Oh, Lucy… I thought we had a moment yesterday. I thought you were finally accepting that you want me. Don’t you remember falling asleep in my arms? How I washed you and made you feel good? How I made you come while your husband watched?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Do you even realize what a perfect fucking cunt you have, Lucille? Good God.” Every brush of his fingers against my skin makes my heart beat faster. “Touch yourself,” he orders. “Now.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Count with me,” he orders. “And put those fingers back where they belong. But keep yourself contained until after the last spank, because that orgasm is mine. I want to feel you squeeze around my tongue when I thrust it inside that tight cunt. Do you understand me, Lucille?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Oh, God!” I cry out, panting as he devours me. “Not God,” he groans against my pussy. “Don’t address me by that fucker in the sky. Say my name. And I’ll say yours.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself. If you want to come, you’re going to have to find another way to do that. I’m not going to help you.” I tip his chin up with my gun, and I smile at him, enjoying the power switch.
Let him feel helpless for once.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you? You want to come. You want to spill your seed all over me.” I move my hand over my breasts, taking my hard nipples between my fingertips and squeezing. Then I move further down, all over my stomach until I reach my clit. “You want to know what it feels like to bury your cock deep inside me, don’t you, Dubh? You’re desperate for it.”
His lip curls up as his expression turns feral, and I lose my composure and confidence for just a second before I pick it back up.
I tease him with my words, telling him about what he wants but can’t have. I let out a moan when I push a finger inside of myself. “I’m tight, Dubh. I bet you won’t even last a damn minute.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Open your fly,” I order, still pressing the gun underneath his chin. “I want to see you.”
He does as he’s told, pushing down his trousers and underwear until his giant cock springs free. It’s unhealthy. That thing is a freak of nature. There is no way I’m going to survive having it inside me.
But God… do I want to try.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick