The C*ck Down the Block (The Cocky Kingmans, #1)

by Amy Award

I may want her to squeeze some parts of my anatomy, but not my throat. Well... maybe.

Time to quit being a dick being controlled by my actual dick and help.

We’re just pals and have been since high school when she friend zoned me so hard, I still haven’t recovered. Doesn’t mean I don’t still jerk off in the shower thinking about her. But my mamma didn’t raise no jackasses, and my father ground into all seven of us boys to be gentlemen. She said no, and I would never push that boundary. She wanted to be friends, so we’re friends. Doesn’t mean I don’t look. Every chance I get.

“Quit being so adorable and sweet. Now feed me and tell me I’m pretty.”

“What’s that about octo-pussies?”

“We aren’t talking about your sex life, buddy.”

He was terrifying and comforting at the same time, like a freight train wearing a teddy bear costume.

“Well, Beatrix, if you ever want some Kingman in you, you know where to find me.”

“You’re all a bunch of dickheads.” “Except me. I’m a fucking lady,”

“Yes, you’re mine, and I’ve waited a long time for you. So be a good girl and kiss me again like you know you belong with me.”

“God, you’re fucking sexier than in my wettest dreams. Now be a good girl and come for me, because I want you dripping when I taste your wet cunt.”

“These are not just boobs, babe. These are the tits I’ve imagined fucking, and I think my brain is glitching seeing them in real life for the first time.”

“But I want to hear you call me your good girl again while you fuck my mouth.”

“Then get on your knees and take this dick like a good girl.”

“You’re fucking adorable. Anyone else would have just said it was from great sex.”

Oh man. I’d swallowed too. Did that mean I wasn’t a vegan anymore?