poutingly

After rhinoplasty, she has reinvented herself in London as a glitzy columnist and now returns in babelicious triumph to the old stamping ground, where she employs her ex-boyfriend Andy (Luke Evans) to do up the family home for a quick sale, and begins an affair with eyeliner-wearing pop star Ben Sergeant, poutingly played by Dominic Cooper.

Tamara Drewe 2010

She wore no makeup, not even lipstick, and smoked poutingly, her cheeks deeply hollowed on the inhale and her exhale delivered with a certain dismissive vehemence, upward from the side of her mouth.

The Best American Erotica 2006 Edited by Susie Bright 2006

A gay salutation passed between her and Mr. Crimsworth; she chid him, half playfully, half poutingly, for being late; her voice (I always take voices into the account in judging of character) was lively — it indicated, I thought, good animal spirits.

The Professor, by Charlotte Bronte 2006

That poutingly kissable mouth was set firmly as the two of them got into the private lift to go up one floor to his apartment.

Pregnant by the Millionaire Mortimer, Carole 2006

She wore no makeup, not even lipstick, and smoked poutingly, her cheeks deeply hollowed on the inhale and her exhale delivered with a certain dismissive vehemence, upward from the side of her mouth.

The Best American Erotica 2006 Edited by Susie Bright 2006

"You took me like a she-tarsk, " she said, poutingly.

Renegades Of Gor Norman, John 1986

Gila met him with fluttering delight, poutingly reproaching him for not writing oftener, calling him to order for looking solemn, adoringly pretty herself in a little frilly pink frock that gave her the look of

The Witness Grace Livingston Hill Lutz

"Then, papa," I said, poutingly, "I mayn't go with you this afternoon?"

The Story of the White-Rock Cove Anonymous

"I want you to teach my pug tricks," continued Blanche poutingly.

A Heart-Song of To-day Annie Gregg Savigny

I remember perfectly that she failed entirely in convincing _me_ that the dark, somber flower was half as beautiful as my pretty cream-tinted blossom, and, if I mistake not, you were but poutingly satisfied with the substitute.

The Shirley Letters from California Mines in 1851-52 Louise Amelia Knapp Smith Clappe