The P*ssy Next Door (The Cocky Kingmans, #3)

by Amy Award

“Like I said, flower, I've got plans for you. And they involve you calling my name as I make you come for, oh, let's say the dozenth time.” “Oh really? And how many times are you going to come?” “As many as you say I can.”

I traced a finger along the faint stretch marks on her belly, marveling at their delicate beauty, then bent my head and followed that same path with my tongue. “God, Willa. You're so fucking perfect.”

“All I see is the woman I love, in all her gorgeous, sexy glory.”

I trailed my lips down her throat, pausing to lavish attention on her tits that I could get lost in they were so big. But my real goal was the soft, plush belly, that curve of a pooch just above her pussy. I had fucking fantasies about licking it and biting it and coming all over it. I kissed my way from her belly button to the peak of her stomach and indulged myself with just a nibble of that soft belly. I wanted to taste each blessed inch of her body.

“You've got a dirty mouth. Use it to make me come, Hayes.”

Best. Earmuffs. Ever.

I was showing her all that love we'd declared to each other. She would feel my love, god dammit. “The fuck it is. Tell me what you want, Willa, because I am going to make you come again.”

“What I want right now, Kingman, is for you to fuck me. I want to see your face when you slide into my pussy for the first time. And then whether it's three strokes or an hour’s worth of fucking me, I want you to beg me to let you come inside of me.”

“Show me how much you love me and let me show you.”

Another new kink unlocked that night when I learned I really liked it when he wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled on it while he was fucking me from behind. Good times, good times.

“Okay, I'll see you later. Don't be surprised if we accidentally end up with a new cat.”

“I'll make a cat dad out of you yet.”

She was so fucking joyful, colorful… alive.

Seven made a weird sort of chirping sound at me and then crawled up my chest and settled himself there like a soft, fluffy cat baby. I gave him a hug and it weirdly made me feel comforted. God, I really was turning into a cat dad.

“Vito Catlione? You named your kitten after the Godfather?” Isak shot her a sheepish grin, finally capturing the wayward feline. “This is clearly a kitten you can't refuse.”

“Take it off, slowly. I want to see every single inch of you.”

“I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth later. Now stop stalling and let me see what else I'm going to fuck.”

“Fuck, I love your ass. I have dreams about this ass.”

“I dream about licking my way between these cheeks and getting you nice and wet. I dream about sliding my fingers into your cunt and drawing your juices back to make you even wetter and then pushing my fingers inside your tight little asshole.”

Did everyone else know that the sweet ones were the spiciest?

“Jesus, fuck. Ride my fingers, just like that.”

“God, Hayes, I'm going to come.” He pulled both hands from me and smacked my ass again. “No you're not. Not until I'm inside of you. You're going to come on my dick while I'm buried inside of your ass.”

“Yeah, I am, sweetheart, and you're such a good girl for taking my big cock so well.”

“Are you okay?” “Yes. I'm...” Blissful, euphoric, satisfied beyond belief, contented more than I'd ever been in my entire life. “in love with you and your big dick.”

One minute he's banging my brains out so hard I think I lost consciousness with the power of the orgasms—plural—and the next he's feeding an abandoned baby kitten at four in the morning, while singing a freaking lullaby to it. How could I not be in love with him?

“You wouldn't be making her choose, Hayes. You'd be asking her to set healthy boundaries, to make your relationship a priority.”

you deserve to be happy, to make your own choices. Even if those choices don't always line up with what your family wants.”

“I'm always going to fight for us, Willa. For you. No matter what.”

“Hayes, listen to me. You could never let me down. You're my son, and I am so damn proud of the man you've become.”

“Hayes. This is from Dr. Harry Beaver.” Yep, I did have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old. “Uh-huh. That's the team doc.” “I'm supposed to believe the Mustangs' team doctor wrote you a prescription for,” she snickered and then cleared her throat to read the note aloud, “two doses of pussy a day?” I took her hand and led her toward the stairs up to my bedroom. “If I want to get better, I have to follow my doctor’s orders.”

“We must do better at protecting your big brain, because I'm finding your smarts really freaking sexy right now.”

“I want you to watch as I worship your body.” He took his dick in his fist, spreading my saliva that still glistened on his skin up and down. “Watch how hard it gets me to love every inch of your body, how I have to keep myself from coming when I'm touching and tasting you.”

“You're so fucking amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “I can't believe I get to love you.”

“You're really having fun? I haven't freaked you out?” “I think maybe you freaked me in. Because I am all in for you.”

I would find a way to be her partner in adventure and in life. I wanted to learn from her, to grow with her, to chase our dreams together, wherever they might lead.

“Hands on the side of the tub, Willa, ass in the air, with your legs spread.”

For one more night, I needed to know that I was alive. I only ever felt alive when I was with her.

“This throat is mine, Willa. Just like your pussy, just like your ass.”

I’d made peace that I wasn’t ever going to fit society’s expectations of what I should look like, and decided I, me, myself would like what I looked like.

“I’m not going back to an existence without the technicolor that Willa brought to my black and white life. I’m not ever going back to Kansas, when Willa is my Oz. Even if the rest of the world thinks that’s the responsible thing to do. She’s my yellow brick road, and I’m fucking lost without her.”

“That's all anyone can ask for. Love, commitment, and the courage to face the future together.”