Page 39 of Tiny's Law

I smirk in victory and whine when I’m split open all over again by his thick cock. Being on top, I’m able to take him so much deeper, and I smile widely in satisfaction as I watch the look of absolute pleasure contort his face. He fills me completely.

His momentary bliss doesn’t stop him from taking control, even from the bottom. Widening his legs, he thrusts up from beneath me, slamming into my g-spot over and over again. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his hand comes back to wrap around my throat, while his other tangles in my hair. I meet him thrust for thrust as I roll my hips, effectively rubbing my clit against him in the most delicious rhythm. He better fucking come soon because I refuse to let him ruin my orgasm again.

“Are you going to come?” he asks, breathless. Hearing the hitch in his voice has a smile meeting my lips. It seems I’m not the only one losing my mind by this. “I want you to squeeze my fucking cock. Drench me in your release. Do it, baby. Come all over me. Come for me.”

His words have my orgasm ripping through me. I scream out and convulse on top of him. The strength of my orgasm has me locking on top of him, the only movements are his continued thrusts underneath me until a guttural growl rips out of his chest, and I worry I may pass out with how hard he squeezes my throat.

A third, smaller orgasm tears through me as my vision blurs, and I become slightly lightheaded from the lack of blood flow or oxygen or something. The feeling is like no other, and I want to experience it every single day of my life. Holy shit. Is this what using drugs feels like?

Tiny loosens his hold on my throat, forcing me to take a large breath in and my mind to slowly clear. Bringing my hazy gaze down to his, I find a peculiar look on his face.

He gently rocks into me, guiding me back down to earth slowly. “What?” I ask when he continues to watch me with a knowing look.

I moan as he runs his hands all over my body like he can’t get enough of me. Like if he stops touching me, he’ll never get the chance to again.

“I don’t have words.”

I force out a laugh. “No words?”

“No,” he chuckles. The movement causes his cock to flex inside me, making me wince. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t intend to be so rough with you. But I couldn’t fucking help it.”

“It’s okay.”

He shakes his head. “No, because now you’ll be too sore for me to fuck you again.”

I smirk at him, squeezing my pussy muscles around him, causing him to groan. “Mama didn’t raise no quitter.”

His eyes widen, and he thrusts gently from underneath me. “Unfortunately, my rebound isn’t that quick, babe.”

I giggle, patting his chest and throwing my leg off him. “Good, because holy shit, you’re huge, and my kitty hurts.”

He winces and runs his hand along my back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry, ya know?”

I shake my head in laughter and snuggle down next to his side, letting out a big yawn before draping my leg across his abdomen. He gently unzips each of my boots, tossing both them and my socks across the room before rubbing his thumbs into the soles of my feet.

After a few minutes of a drool-worthy massage, he pats my leg, motioning me to let him up. “Let me clean up, and I’ll be right back.”

Too sated and sleepy to care, I roll to my other side and cuddle up against my pillow that already holds a faint smell very similar to Tiny.

I hear muffled sounds as he moves throughout my house. After hearing the toilet flush and then the sink faucet turn on and off, I whine in annoyance when he doesn’t come back to bed. As I roll over to look where he went, he strolls back through my bedroom door naked as can be, holding a washcloth in one hand and a cold water bottle in the other hand.

Dropping a knee to the bed, he entices my legs back open, and I hiss in pain as he runs the cold washcloth against my sensitive pussy, cleaning me up.

I take a drink of the water he hands me and give it back to him with a look of confusion when he holds his hand out for it.

“What the hell!” I shout in surprise as he presses the cold bottle between my legs.

“Relax, it’ll help,” he says gently.

“It’s cold,” I whine.

“Well, you look way too damn tired to go get in the bathtub, so this will have to do for now. Now lay back and let me take care of you.”

I slowly drop my legs back open and let him press the cold bottle back against me. After getting over the initial shock, it truly does feel good against my sore bits.

He uses his free hand to rub the muscles of my legs, and within minutes, I’m putty in his hands. “Mmm.”

Moving back up the bed, Tiny wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

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