Page 36 of Tiny's Law

But I’m not cool for long. As soon as Tiny catches sight of my exposed nipples, he laps at them with his warm tongue. I groan as he devours one nipple into his mouth while caressing gentle circles on the other with the pad of his thumb.

“Fuck baby,” Tiny growls sexily before switching sides.

I’m losing my mind at the sensation of his tongue flicking deliciously against me. Kissing across my chest, going from nipple to nipple, he runs his hands along my sides before gripping my shorts and effortlessly pulling them down my legs.

It doesn’t escape me that he doesn’t touch my boots. No. He leaves those completely untouched. Instead, he trails his fingertips along my lace-covered pussy and groans at the wetness that coats his fingers.

“So wet for me.”

I nod and hiss at the way his knuckle brushes against my clit over my panties. Grazing against my pubic bone, I yelp when his finger sneaks under the lace, and I feel a bite of pain at my thong being ripped from my body.

“Fuck.”

“Know any other words?” I tease.

He smirks up at me before pushing back onto his knees. His intense gaze has a flash of insecurity passing over me briefly before I push it away. By the look on Tiny’s face, there is not a damn thing I need to worry about.

Pressing his thick hands to each one of my thighs, he spreads me open wide so I’m on full display for him.

“Mmm,” he moans in approval. “I just knew you’d be pretty here,” he purrs while gently running a finger through my slit.

It’s almost uncomfortable how wet I am. My clit is just throbbing in needy, and I fear I’ll wither away if he doesn’t get me off soon.

“Do you like to have your pussy eaten?”

My eyes snap to his, and my brows furrow in confusion. “Do I like it?”

“Yeah,” he asks, I moan as he runs two fingers through my wetness, dragging it all over my pussy lips. I groan in frustration when he purposely avoids my clit at all costs. “Some women don’t like it.”

“I think those women need a lobotomy.”

He chuckles, pushing two fingers into my opening, but just the tips. When my breath falters, he stops and pulls them back out, starting his teasing all over again.

Using his other hand, he reaches behind me and pulls all of my pillows into a stack, guiding me to lean back against them so I’m practically sitting up.

I lied before. This is the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Tiny holds eye contact with me while slowly moving down my body. My head falls back, and my eyes fall closed as his tongue trails up my slit from my opening and draws circles around my clit.

I cry in protest as he pulls away. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, Kourtney. Or I stop.”

My eyes fly open, and I pant as I try to focus on him.

Once his tongue is back where I so desperately want it, devouring my pussy like a starved man, I find it intoxicating to watch every movement. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I want to come so bad. I can feel it. I’m teetering dangerously on the edge of complete oblivion.

I can already tell this orgasm is going to be life-changing. That thought scares the shit out of me.

When his tongue picks up speed, I can’t help it. My head falls back while one hand lands in his hair, and the other ends up in my own, tearing at the roots.

I scream in protest as Tiny snarls, his body moving fast as lightning to drop on top of mine. Grabbing my hair with his own fist, he gets right in my face. “What did I tell you about looking away?”

I let out a whimper as my eyes roll to the back of my head and he pulls roughly at my hair. I fucking love how rough he is with me. Hands on my neck? Hair being pulled? Ugh. Give me it all.

“Kourtney?”

“Tiny,” I mock sassily.

I force my eyes open and tilt my head in confusion at the flare in his eyes. He shakes his head.

“No?”

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