Page 37 of Tiny's Law

“No.” He pulls my hair tighter, causing my neck to stretch. He uses it to his advantage and presses open-mouthed kisses along my neck, right where my heartbeat pounds. “I don’t want to be Tiny to you. I’m Tiny to everyone else. Even my mom.”

I pull against his hold on me and search his eyes. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head, smirking. He plays his free hand between my legs, causing me to cry out.

“Then who are you?”

“Besides yours?” My heart skips a beat at that confession so early into whatever this is, but I wait for him to continue. “Just Nate. Or Nathan. Whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care. Just not Tiny.”

“Nathan.” I test the name on my lips and smile when I realize I love the way it sounds and how his lips turn up in a smirk.

As if the moment never happened, Tiny crashes his lips back to mine and I groan at the taste of myself on him. It must be some sort of aphrodisiac because it has me pawing at his jeans, working to get them the hell off of him.

He chuckles against my lips, and I run my hands all over the muscles of his arms. His fucking arms are so delicious. He definitely has the whole dad bod thing going on in the middle. He’s strong as fuck everywhere, but a little softer in the middle.

But even the softness doesn’t take away from the muscle. Ugh, he’s perfect. If I could draw, and someone asked me to draw my dream man, I think I would make a perfect sketch of Tiny, of Nathan. And I haven’t even seen his cock yet.

Please don’t have a small penis. I think to myself before he lifts himself up enough for me to see what he’s working with. A man this big can’t have a small penis. I don’t think that’s even physically possible.

My eyes bulge as soon as I catch sight of what he’s packing. Tiny smirks down at me while rubbing a tight fist from the base all the way to make a circle over the head, dragging the precum along with him. His cock is long. It’s not the longest I’ve ever seen, but he is thick. I’ve heard some women compare men’s dicks to things like soda cans or even Pringle cans when he’s hung like a horse and always thought that was silly. But if I had to compare Tiny’s girth to literally anything, you’d beat your ass I’m telling you to just pop a Tall Boy open.

He’s going to split me in half.

“I’m going to risk sounding so fucking cliche right now,” I say with a force of laughter, “but that’s not going to fit.”

He smirks while still gently working his cock between my legs. “It’ll fit, babe.”

I shake my head, sneaking my hand between my legs and pressing my palm against my pussy to hide it from his monster. My action earns a growl of disapproval from him, and I giggle.

“What’d I say about covering this from me?” he mischievously growls.

I sneak my hand away from myself and swat his hand off of his cock so I can test it myself. My eyes widen when my fingertips don’t reach each other. “Oh hell no!” I playfully crawl up the bed away from him.

I let out a shriek when he wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me back down beneath him. “How many times are you going to make me chase you?” he asks, laughing along with me.

“As many times as it takes you to realize that Mack Truck is way too fucking big for my garage!”

The bark of laughter that escapes him causes giggles to erupt from me, and my heart skips a few beats at the lighthearted banter we seem to find amidst the steam.

He runs the pad of his thumb along the side of my neck, causing a full-body shiver. The muscles of his arms are like magnets to my hands, and I find myself running my hands along the ridges.

Having calmed down from our laughter, Tiny’s eyes darken as he follows the path his fingers trail along my neck.

Using the span of his hand, he tilts my head back to his and claims my mouth in a soul-shattering, toe-curling kiss.

Flattening his body against mine, my breath hitches as the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. Wrapping his free hand around my thigh, he forces my leg to wrap around his waist. The sharp heel of my boot pressing roughly against his ass.

The groan of approval that slips past his lips causes a surge of satisfaction to rush through me. Without prompting, I bring the other leg up so both heels are digging into him as he deepens the kiss. He’s an amazing kisser. The dominance he exudes in something so simple as rolling his tongue around mine is fucking exhilarating. I’m so wet and fucking horny for him.

I moan and whimper as he rolls his cock against my clit again. “Please,” I beg.

“Please what, baby?”

I gasp as he pulls my head back by my hair. “Please fuck me.”

The smile he gives me has me feeling drunk, like I’m back in college and just left a kegger at a frat party, drunk.

I shout in protest when his heavy weight leaves me. “What!” I cry.

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