Page 48 of Tiny's Law

“Touch me,” she rasps.

“Here?” I ask, kissing her throat again.

“No, Tiny.”

I growl, nipping the skin this time. “Who?”

“Ugh!” she huffs. “Don’t make me beg, Nathan.”

“But you’re so pretty when you beg.”

Letting out a whimper, she tightens her thighs around my waist. “Touch my pussy,” she demands.

I release a chuckle at her forwardness. “Yes, ma’am.”

Pushing her panties to the side, she gasps as my fingers slip easily through her folds. “I knew you’d be wet for me.”

“Shut up and touch me.”

I tisk at her and slide my fingers through her wetness, avoiding where she really wants me to touch her.

Groaning in frustration, she tries wiggling her hips to create friction where my groin is pressed against her. Not only do I pull my hips away, but I spank her pussy, not hard enough to hurt or to punish her, but enough to make her yelp. I grin as goosebumps begin to cover her entire body.

Grasping her throat gently, I guide her eyes to mine. “Are you going to behave?”

Her eyes widen before drooping when she feels my length grind into her. Nodding, she whispers, “Yes, sir.”

I’ve never been into the ‘yes sir’ kind of shit, but those two words coming from her sweet lips do something to me. They turn me manic for her. I would drop to my knees and worship the ground she fucking walks on just to hear her whisper them.

Chapter 14

Kourtney

Tiny’s fingers push my panties to the side again, and I barely have time for a breath before he sinks two fingers in me. The only sound in the office is my sharp inhale and the sound of his fingers sliding through my wetness. While that sort of noise would typically gross me out, right now, it’s a show of how much Tiny turns me on and how well he owns my body.

I can’t control the moan that slips out when the heel of his hand presses against my clit. I’m in sensation overload between his lips at my throat, the pressure on my clit, and the skilled way he moves his fingers inside me. I’m seconds from screaming in release and letting everyone in this office know what we’re up to when he rips his hand out from under my skirt. In a rush, he reaches to undo his jeans, and within a blink, he’s pulling his thick cock out. In the light of my office, I finally get a good look at what he’s been hiding. We’ve done it a few times here in my office over the last week, but each time was very quick, and Tiny always caught me and satisfied me quickly from behind, so I’ve never had a good view of what he’s working with.

With a flat hand on his chest, I push him back and get a flash of ink on his shaft. “What is this?”

Tiny groans, looking at exactly what I’m looking at.

“What in the hell?” I burst out laughing when I read the words ‘Say hello to my’ tattooed across his very well-manscaped pubic bone and the words ‘Tiny friend’ down his shaft. The fact that he can even fit those two words clear as day down the length of him is something. But what the hell?

“What in the hell possessed you to tattoo that on your penis!” I shriek, laughing harder than I have in a long time.

“You should see what Ghost has on his,” he grumbles, still holding onto his heavy erection.

I eye him curiously before looking back down. Giggles fight their way through my chest, shaking my whole body.

“I can’t wait to hear this story.”

“There isn’t much to it,” he groans with a wince. “Do I have to? I can’t say it’s fun having your girl laugh when your dick’s out.”

I smirk up at him. Dropping my heels to the floor, I lift my feet onto the edge of the desk and lean back so that I’m now fully exposed to his greedy eyes. Satisfied when I hear a groan slip from him, I smile. “That depends. Do you want your ‘Tiny friend’ inside of me?”

Gripping my thighs in his hands, he squeezes. “You have no idea.”

I sit up abruptly and slam my legs closed. “Then start spilling.”

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