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.

“Trixie, look out for Mrs. Bo in her boat.” I jogged toward her but picked up speed when Luke took flight. He was headed straight for the windshield. “Luke,” Trixie shouted, “use the force you dumb rooster, use the force.”

He loved her, and I’m pretty damn sure he thought she was his true love and fated mate.

Yes, my mother, the former BBW porn star turned Volvo driving soccer mom turned sex educator and sex positive and body positive influencer, sends me, umm, pleasure aids, in the mail, regularly.

Princess Laya, Chew-bock-bock, and Kylo Hen came running over to welcome home their man candy.

“A gentleman always provides his lady with only the best nuts.”

I looked up from the keys that must not be mine and had to tilt my head back just a bit to meet his eyes. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arm up all casual and sexy like, waiting for me to open the door so he could pin me against it and... Gulp.

“If you don’t get that door open, I’m going to shove your jeans down and take you right up against the door, babe.” I would too. My body would shield hers and I’d punch that tiny light she had right the fuck out so it was nice and dark.

“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.”

My sweet librarian next door liked being called a good girl. I was definitely down for some praise kink. I just about tripped over the bed wondering what other kinks she might have.

Yep, my girl was dirty in all the best ways, and we were going to have so much fun in bed.

“Are... are those roosters on your panties?” She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down and laughed. “Yeah. And the back says cock blocked.”

There were at least a hundred very interesting sex toys, including dildos, vibrators, and a few things that I couldn’t identify.

“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.”

“But I want to hear you call me your good girl again while you fuck my mouth.” How the hell had I gotten so lucky to get a woman like Trixie? I reached up and cupped her chin in my hand, kissed her hard, and gave her what she wanted, because we were both going to enjoy it. “Then get on your knees and take this dick like a good girl.”