Page 68 of Tiny's Law

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” I ask against her throat, licking a path towards her ear.

“So close,” she pants, a whole body shiver racks through her. “So, so close.”

Sliding my hand down her outer thigh, I guide her leg up above my shoulder and then press my lips to her nipple and smirk against her as the new position throws her right into another orgasm. Her moans echo throughout the room, and her pussy clenches me in its grip, threatening to pull me along with her.

I think about literally any and everything aside from how good her pussy feels wrapped around my cock to force my orgasm away. I deepen my thrusts while also slowing down to extend her orgasm. I’m vaguely aware of her sharp nails digging into the backs of my arms, but she feels too good around my cock to worry about a little pain.

Besides, who doesn’t like a little pain with their pleasure? Speaking of pain, I pull her small nipple between my teeth and bite down on the nub, forcing more little aftershocks of hers to squeeze my cock. Pulling away, I smirk down at her. The little minx slaps me across the face, rips me down to her by my hair, and contracts around me so tight I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried.

My little vixen quite literally ripped the cum right out of me. I groan as I fill her so deeply.

I’m conscious of my weight so that I don’t crush her, but my entire body is spent. Pressing myself up onto my hands and knees, I’m met with her proud, saucy grin.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” I grin down at her.

She crosses her arms over her chest, and I groan low in my throat as she squeezes her muscles again. “It’s only fair, no?”

“You’ll pay for that little stunt, honey. Don’t you worry.”

Pulling out, I wince when my cum slowly drips out of her and creates a pool between her legs. I won’t even lie; the possession that brews within me at the sight nearly blinds me. I force it down and lift off the bed.

I pad into the bathroom and start the massive bathtub that has tons of girly shit surrounding it. The amount of jars full of bath bomb balls, salts, and other shit that surround the tub make my eyes spin. But knowing she loves her baths, I start the water, grab one of the balls I think smells the best, and toss it in.

Walking back into her room, I find her just where I left her, spread eagle on her bed with her eyes now half closed and a serene and satiated expression covering her beautiful face.

She gasps in startled surprise as I lift her off the bed. She yelps when I have all of her weight in my arms and head towards the bathroom. “Tiny! Put me down! I’m too heavy.”

Using the hand I have tucked behind her knees, I swat her ass for insulting herself and kiss her cheek. “Shut it. You’re not even close to being too heavy.”

The tub is nearly full, so I step one leg at a time over the edge and slowly lower us into the scalding water. She hisses against my chest, but once we’re fully submerged, her moan of satisfaction kisses my ears.

The damn tub is big enough for me to sit comfortably with her sitting sideways across my lap. The water even covers us both up to our chests. Whoever put this tub in had the right idea. I’d like to find the builder and send him a bottle of whiskey as a thank you.

Kourtney reaches over my shoulder to the shelf. After twisting her hair up with a clip, she lifts the top off of one of her jars and uses the scoop to sprinkle some salt into the water.

“What’s that?” I ask, pooling water in my cupped hand and dripping it down the back of her delicate neck.

“Magnesium Epsom salt, good for sore muscles.”

I smirk, and she blushes. “Did I make you sore, honey?”

“Uhm, yeah, you fucked the shit out of me,” she says so cooly that it’s like we’re talking about the weather and not what we just did in her bed.

“You turn me feral.” I grip her thigh and squeeze gently. “I won’t apologize, but I do want to know. Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, a blush coloring her cheeks so sweetly. “No, but I have a feeling without this, I’d be too sore to go again later.”

“I like the way you think, honey.”

She adjusts herself so she's lying between my legs. Her head rests against my chest, and I revel in the sighs she releases as I trickle water down her neck and arms. We fall into a comfortable silence together, neither of us feeling the need to fill it with mindless chatter. The only sounds that fill the bathroom are from the water dripping off my fingertips.

I’ve never had this with someone. I’ve never been able to just relax in the moment with anyone. Yeah, I’m not the biggest talker around, but that doesn’t mean I’m relaxed at all. I’m quite the opposite. My brain never shuts off and I’m always thinking of what I should be doing or projects I should be accomplishing. But at this moment, with her in my arms, everything is quiet.

Could it be because everything with the club is settled for the first time in a long time? Hawk is locked up, and chances are, with him behind bars, the rest of the idiots in his club don’t have a clue what to do.

Either that or it’s her.

Just her mere presence, her being in my arms, shuts it all off.

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