Page 35 of Tiny's Law

“This is the single most sexiest thing to ever happen to me in my life.”

Tiny pauses in his pursuit and lets out a chuckle. “Glad to be of service, babe.”

I grin shyly, completely mortified that I was enough of an idiot to say that out loud. Keep your embarrassing thoughts to yourself, Kourtney.

Looking down at me from his place on his knees between my spread legs, heat flares in my chest as I realize he’s staring right at my pussy.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, I bring my hands to cover my center.

Tiny beats me to it and grabs my hands before I reach my destination. His heated glare lands on me. “Don’t you fucking dare cover that up from me.”

My cheeks heat, and I let out a whimper.

“Do you know the thing about fake leather? It usually can withstand a ton of moisture before getting ruined or showing signs of wear and tear.”

Goosebumps pebble along my exposed skin.

He runs the back of his finger up the seam between my legs while whispering. “So the fact that I can clearly see this delicious wet stain shows me just how fucking wet you are for me.”

Holy. Fuck.

If I wasn’t absolutely drenched for him before, I am now.

“God damn, you look like a fucking angel spread open for me.”

A boost of confidence presents itself at his praise, and I shiver. “You haven’t even seen me naked yet.”

“Oh, but I will.”

“You sound sure of yourself.”

He chuckles, bringing his lips down to press a kiss to a small patch of exposed skin on my stomach.

“I usually don’t like to count my blessings before they actually happen, but with you, I’m pretty fucking sure.”

Normally, his confidence and surety that he’s getting in my pants would piss me off. But for some reason, with Tiny, it fucking turns me on like no other.

“Well, I told you I’m no Mr. Romance. But I can be a gentleman when I feel like it. Can I?”

“Can you…?”

He smirks up at me while pressing more kisses along my stomach.

“Can I rip these fucking clothes off of you so I can see just how wet you are for me?”

I search his eyes. For what? I have no clue. But my eyes jump between his.

“Please?”

Fuck. I’m a goner. I fucking whimper at hearing him say please. For me.

I’ve lost all control of my body as I nod.

Tiny grabs a handful of my satin top and rips it away without thought. I gasp as the material snaps at my neck, and before I know it, it’s laying on the other side of the room. The light shining in from the hallway highlights his large frame above me, and I’m thankful as hell for it as I can clearly see the smirk on his face.

His eyes eat me up, and the corner of his lips tip up as he runs his thumb along the ‘X’ over my nipples. “May I?” he asks, eyeing the tan tape.

I nod and let out a hiss as he gently pulls the sticky tape away from my nipples. The sensation causes them to immediately harden against the cool air.

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