Book Cocky Novels & Stories

Adam rambled on, "Oh fuck...gimme that gorgeous...fucking cock...yeah...yeah...just keep fucking me...like that...just like that...just keep fucking me!" As I watched my hunky boyfriend and roommate go at it, I was thinking about Marty's proposal and stroking a very solid cock...tall...proud...and ready for more. It's safe to say that steak wasn't the only meat on my mind...

“You bragging about me, babe?” “Don’t get a big head, Mr. Cocky,” Piper says, narrowing her eyes, but failing to hide her grin. “Mr. Cocky. What a cute and appropriate pet name,” Sabrina says, wagging her eyebrows. I bark out laughter again. “Oh my God, don’t encourage him,” Piper says. Planting a kiss near her ear lobe, I whisper, “But I like Mr. Cocky. Now all you have to do is squeeze the word, big, in there and I think you’re onto something.”

Agаіn, it wаѕ Dexter's voice, "Thіѕ Bоbbу, ѕuсk hіѕ сосk and іt wіll take уоur mіnd off thе рrеѕѕurе іn уоur bоttоm." Dеnnу tооk thе еvеn bіggеr cock in hіѕ mouth аѕ Cory continued to wоrk his іn dеереr. Bоbbу wаѕ thе bіggеѕt ѕо far but hе wаѕ ѕtіll not аѕ big аѕ Dеxtеr. Suddеnlу to hіѕ ѕurрrіѕе аnd іmmеnѕе рlеаѕurе, a mоuth еnvеlореd his cock and began ѕuсkіng іt. He wаѕ overcome wіth luѕt аnd rеlаxеd аѕ Cоrу'ѕ сосk hit bоttоm. Cоrу fuсkеd thе bеаutіful teen аѕѕ and саrеѕѕеd іt juѕt as Barry hаd.

He asks with an annoying cockiness in his voice. My stomach drops at his words, "You have no idea what you're talking about. She needed a ride, that's all," I tell him. He gives me a look that says we both know that's a lie. "Whatever you say," he says, sitting straight once again to face the teacher. My blood is boiling and I'd give anything to smack that cocky smirk off his face. I clinch my fist beside me and calm my breathing.

Bob leaned forward. “Best blowjob you’ve had?” he asked the guy. The guy groaned. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Your wife is a…” Bob chuckled. “Slût.” A thrill shot through me. “I told you,” Bob continued with pride. “My little cumslût is a great cøcksucker.” The way he said it—my little cumslût—it nearly made me cum right there. The men now knew what I was, and I was desperate to prove it clearly. Still sucking on his cøck, I reached over to his friend and started unfastening his pants with one hand.

And no, it’s not a knife or a goddamn gun! It’s his cock! Big. Black. Veined! My mouth falls open with no words coming forth. What the hell?!

Big King POV Hours pass, and the bar slowly empties out, the Chrome Gods retreatin' to their homes or the back rooms. It’s a waitin' game now, but I know it’s only a matter of time before Cook shows up. He’s too arrogant to stay away, especially if he thinks he can regain control. Finally, just as the sky starts to darken outside, the door swings open, and in walks Cook. He looks smug, like he owns the place, not realisin' the storm he’s just walked into.

I sneered, clenching my jaw. "Hell no." A sudden spark of possessive anger flared in his voice, his breath hot against my skin. "You think I'd let someone else get this close to you? Look, I'll just try to calm down. Say something mean to me." I was always mean to him, so that wasn't exactly a challenge. "You're a cocky bastard," I muttered. He let out a low, vibrating laugh against my back, sending an annoying flutter straight to my stomach. "Try again. It has the word 'cock' in it, which is just making things tingle."

“If you behave, I might let you have a handful of them existing in one piece.” At that point, I had to laugh. Beside me, in whatever measure, Cockeye is nothing but a small baby who will always spill his food whenever he is handed a plate. So it is highly hilarious that he is trying to show me some sort of mercy as though I am begging him for it. But I think it wouldn’t hurt to play along with him. I love making the enemy think they have the upper hand. “So what do you want me to do? You want me to forfeit the seat?”

He growls in anger, his eyes flicking to Artemis before settling back on me. “Sorry big boy, you are stuck with me,” I grin. “You seem too easy.” He tries to get a rise out of me, but I throw my head back and laugh. “Easy or not, you have to go through me to get to him.” I shrug, intentionally being nonchalant to throw him off. An air of cockiness is great when fighting. It pisses off your opponent and lulls them into a false sense of security. Cockiness is often more a show than an indication of skill. Unfortunately for him, skill is not something I lack.