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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 15, 2018
“God, the fucking irony of a sinner loving a nun.”
“I shouldn’t be swelling and leaking as I think about her showing me her cunt that she’s promised to keep pure and untouched for her church.”
“I love to fuck. I love to make women come. I love to see their snug, little cunts, I love to taste them, and push my big cock into them until they stretch.”
“Does this little nun need to be fucked?” I growl into her ear as I pin her against the wall.”
“I’m acutely painfully aware that she’ll never be mine. She will always be God’s.”
"If you’d told me you wanted it, I would have spent the rest of the night with my mouth on your cunt.' Her eyes widen and I remember we’re in a place run by nuns."
“Jesus,” she whispers, and I can’t tell if it’s a swear or if it’s a prayer
“Well, I do feel like I should mention that I think virginity in general is an arbitrary construct designed by men as a system of control and fear. And it’s heteronormative. And limiting, because why do certain sexual acts preserve virginity and some destroy it? What if I fucked a dildo every night, but I hadn’t fucked a man? Why doesn’t anal sex count? And what if I was with someone and penetration wasn’t an option, for any number of biological or emotional or identity reasons—would that make our sex less somehow? I’d be a virgin forever?”
They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.
My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
As with everything, she is a contradiction. Artless and deliberate, embarrassed but driven past caring.
Jesus Christ. And I am shaking. I’m shaking because I need to fuck, I’m shaking because the woman I need to fuck is a woman I’m feeling insane things for