Cocky Cowboy: A Second Chance Romance (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 3) by Faleena Hopkins

want to hold him.
    “Rachel,” he rasps. “I know how you feel.”
    One of my thighs gets lifted and he hooks my foot around his ass, halfway up on his knees, pulling my butt off the ground as he grinds into me kissing me like crazy. Low moans escape our gasping lips.
    I know how you feel.
    I’m on the verge of tears. A deep frown creases his handsome features as he notices but I shake my head and whisper to him, “Just don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
    His nostrils flare on a decision and he pulls at my dress so violently it rips. I give his denim shirt a rough yank, and two buttons explode off it.
    “Fuck, I can’t get close enough to you,” he growls, unsnapping his belt buckle as he lunges down and captures me in another amazing kiss.
    I don’t have time to see what’s coming. I’ve felt it through his jeans, and now I’m going to feel it inside me before I even see it. He yanks my panties to the side and slides his cock into my wetness so quickly that I yelp at his size and dig my fingers into his back, my own sharply arching. A low moan tears out of my core as he stretches my inner walls quickly.
    Jaxson groans and, gripping one of my thighs to pull me off the rug, drives his manhood in to the hilt. I yelp again.
    “Am I hurting you?” he demands, his voice deep with lust.
    “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
    “Whatever you say, Rach.”
    We’re half on our sides and he starts grinding with long sure thrusts.
    “You’re so tight,” he growls, reaching for my tongue with his, cock growing harder.
    He starts fucking me like he’s making up for lost time.
    “Oh God!!” I scream as a burst of pleasure tears through me.
    “So wet,” he groans. “God, you’re so fucking wet!”
    He changes rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back in so slowly and deeply that I start to writhe. “Jaxson,” I whimper as my orgasm breaks and hums a steady beat.
    Grunting through clenched teeth, Jaxson holds his own climax in check to fuck me in a way that deliberately stretches my orgasm into the most intense one of my life.
    When after it wanes, I stare up at him, stunned and tingling all over.
    He’s smiling at me. “You’re beautiful.”
    Speechless, my eyelashes flutter as Jaxson Cocker traces my lips with calloused fingertips. He slowly pulls out of me.
    “No,” I moan. “Don’t go.”
    “Shhhh.” He slips my panties down my legs. “We’ve made a mess of these.” As he tosses them, I glance down. My eyes literally go wide.
    I felt it. Oh boy did I feel it.
    But seeing his gorgeous cock is an altogether more compelling experience.
    He is fucking enormous, wet and glittering in the firelight.
    Staring at it, I whisper, “You’re beautiful, too.”
    Jaxson chuckles and bends to kiss his way up to my stomach, starting at my calves and slowly traveling. He takes my breasts in both hands and massages one while kissing and tonguing the other, his erect cock against my leg. My back arches on a moan as he arouses my nipples into painfully sharp points.
    He sits back on his knees to slowly spread my legs so he can take a good long look at my naked, wet pussy. “Looks as good as she feels,” he smiles, dipping down to have a lick. “Slippery, tight little pussy,” he growls into my sensitive folds.
    I whisper in awe, “Dirty talk,” because I never hear dirty talk and I’m surprised how much I like it.
    As his tongue sharpens and flicks my clit like they should teach at colleges across America, I cry out and moan like I have never moaned before.
    He’s found the right spot and pays it close attention, driving me to the point of madness until I scream, “I need you inside me! Please fuck me! I need it!”
    He yanks me by my hips straight onto his cock without so much as a warning, filling and stretching me so quickly I gasp. He groans low and guttural as his head falls back under the pleasure as he pumps between my thighs. The veins are pulsing wildly on his thick neck,