Cocky Roomie: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 1) by Faleena Hopkins

courses through our bodies. His jaw unlocks and he claims my mouth with the best kiss I’ve ever had. Our tongues dance together as he fists my hair and pulls my head back so he can kiss me deeper. I moan into his openness and he groans into mine as his hands travel down my back and rest my ass. He gasps for breath and stares down at me.
    “There’s no turning back if we keep this up. Now’s your chance to keep your promise about never fucking me.”
    The strength of his fingers gripping me close to him feels so good, and the pressure of his erection against me can’t be ignored. I don’t know if it’s because he’s leaving and I’ll miss hearing him move around the apartment, or the leaving means there’s no chance of getting too attached to a guy I know can’t return the affections in the way I need, or the relief from sharing my shameful secret and him being so kind about it. I don’t know why, but instead of turning him away, I whisper, “Just this once.”
    “Just this once, what, Drew?” he rasps into my neck as he presses rough kisses into it.
    “Just this once make my pain go away.”
    He looks at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before in anyone. Jake takes possession of my mouth until I’m trembling. He reaches to his desk, wiping everything but the computer off it with one swift motion. Papers go flying. The calculator hits the ground with a thud as Jake lifts and plants me on the desk, separating my legs. My eyelids feel heavy with need as I lace my fingers into his hair and watch him kneel in front of me to hike up my skirt. His fingers don’t hesitate. They dip underneath my pink panties and slide into my secret, swollen folds.
    “Fuck, you’re as slippery as an oil spill in August,” Jake groans.
    Pulling my panties off and tossing them without looking, he dips his gorgeous head between my legs where he licks me long and slow. I grab tighter onto his head and moan as his gravelly voice vibrates my sensitive crevices. “I knew you’d taste this good.”
    I cry out as his tongue lunges into me there. Amazed by his effortless ability, my hips rise on their own, aching to give myself to him completely.
    He growls into my wetness, “You like what my tongue is doing to your cunt don’t you baby?”
    The fire his filthy talk sends into my core is shocking. Shyly, I moan my reply, but of course that’s not good enough for a man like Jake Cocker.
    “ Tell me you love it, Drew. Tell me how much you love my tongue flicking your swollen clit like this.”
    He proceeds to tease me until I’m panting and gripping his head in a vice. “Oh God, Jake!”
    He pauses and breathes onto me, opening my folds with calloused fingertips. “Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
    “I love your tongue,” I moan. “Is that good? I’ve never talked dirty. Tell me what you want me to do!”
    He smiles, dips into my pussy and starts flicking again. Then he stops and breathes hot air onto me until I’m a puddle from this delicious feeling. “I want you to beg me to fuck you.”
    “I will do no such thing!”
    He starts flicking again, slowing and speeding up and playing my pussy like a fiddle in the backwoods of Georgia.
    “ Beg me,” he growls and slides two fingers inside my tight cave, pumping steadily. He starts licking me while he does this and I am one wet hot mess under his skill. Reading my reactions, he stops just short of the sweet release taking me over.
    “You asshole!” I cry out, panting.
    “ Beg me, Drew.”
    His fingers slide really, REALLY slowly in and out of my trembling body as he watches my expressions growing desperate. Lady or no, I’m about to do whatever he asks of me because I am so close to cumming, right on the edge, that it is unreal. He knows it. He’s torturing me on purpose, to win.
    “Beg me, baby. Beg me to take you over the edge into the sweetest orgasm of your life. I’ll take you there, but only if you tell me what I want you to. Then I will fill you so full with my cum