Page 49 of Tiny's Law

Tiny rolls his eyes, tucking himself back into his boxers, which is a feat since he’s still fully erect.

“Me and Ghost were drunk. I bet him he wouldn’t tattoo Casper the Friendly Ghost on his dick, and he bet me I wouldn’t tattoo this on mine.”

“Who did them?”

“One of the guys at Flame’s shop, Carlos.”

He watches me with hooded eyes as I pull him back out of his boxers and run the tip of my thumb over the inked skin. “Didn’t this hurt?”

He shrugs. “I was drunk off my ass. I woke up the next day, and it hurt like a bitch. It was pretty swollen, too, not gonna lie. I thought my dick was infected. I called my mom.”

“You called your mom?” I yell with a laugh. “What did she say!”

“She called me a dumbass for tattooing my dick. Then made me send her a picture so she could see if it was infected.”

“You sent your mom a picture of your penis?”

He waves me off like it’s no big deal. “My mom’s a nurse practitioner. She sees them all the time.”

At my obvious confusion, Tiny chuckles at me. “I should specify. My mom just so happens to be a nurse practitioner at a urology office.”

“Ah,” I giggle. “That makes so much more sense. Well? Was it infected?”

“Nah, but it did suck having my mom show all of her work friends her dumbass son that tattooed his dick and called her crying that she was going to have to cut his prized possession off.”

“Oh my god!” I can’t stop the laughter that spills out. Tiny’s shoulders relax as my obvious amusement rubs off on him. He smiles and starts to laugh with me.

Rubbing the tears from my eyes, I drop my gaze back down to him and watch as my pale pink thumbnail creates a contrast against the dark pink skin of his shaft.

The tattoo there is quite silly, but I can’t deny that the thought of it there is pretty sexy, too.

“You keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem.”

“What problem?”

“Well, as I see it now, if we stop right now and eat our lunch, I think I’ll live. But if you keep touching me and I don’t get inside you soon, I fear lunch will be the least of our worries.” Dragging his rough thumb against my bottom lip, I follow his eyes as they drop from my mouth down to where my fingers lightly trace along his length.

“Let’s not keep you waiting then, hmm?” Tiny’s lip disappears between his teeth as I wrap my fist around his length and gently stroke him.

Pushing my legs back apart, Tiny steps into me and pushes my skirt to my hips.

Ever so gently, he guides me until my back is flush with the desk. Taking over, he wraps his big hand around his length, and I moan as the tip presses against my panties.

I want to scream for him to rip them off of me, but before I can, he’s pulling them to the side. Without another second to pass, he sinks into me, ripping a moan straight from my chest.

“Fuck,” I gasp. He doesn't start off slow. No, as soon as I adjust to his size, he pulls out only to slam back in. I’m thankful my desk is sturdy since he doesn’t seem to care whether we end up in a heap on the floor or not as he pounds into me. Thrust after delicious thrust rocks my body.

With one hand at my hip, he cups my face with the other, bringing his thumb up to my lips. Slipping it inside, I suck on the pad, earning a groan and a sexy smile from him, creating butterflies in my already jittery belly.

Wetness from my mouth coats the digit. He presses it against my clit, rubbing in delicious circles, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he fucks me perfectly in tandem. I’ve never met a man more in sync than he is. He manipulates my body like an expert, as if God himself gave him the manual to satisfy Kourtney Walker with little to no effort.

Most men usually can’t multitask so well. I’m usually stuck getting myself off with either my own fingers or help from a vibrator, but Tiny doesn't seem to have any issues as he perfectly fucks me just the way my body needs.

Adjusting his angle, he hits deeper inside me, causing us both to cry out at the new sensation. “Shit, I’m going to come,” Tiny grunts.

“Me too, don’t stop.”

He does quite the opposite, doubling his efforts instead. I become lightheaded as I float right on the edge of an orgasm.

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