Page 66 of Tiny's Law

She has a habit of getting lost in her pleasure, and as soon as her eyelids drift closed, I see red. I want her eyes on me. I want her to know that it’s me making her feel this way. I refuse to let her mind wander somewhere other than in this bed with me.

Trying to stretch her legs out of my hold, I grasp her tightly by the ankles and pull her legs farther apart til she’s almost too far extended. Holding eye contact with her, I let saliva pool in my mouth and, sticking out my tongue, let it drip onto her already-soaked pussy.

Her breath hitches, and her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. She cries out, “Please.”

I flick my tongue along her slippery slit. “Mmm, you beg almost as pretty as you taste, baby. What do you need?”

The moan that rips from her chest could rattle the walls. I chuckle against her pussy when she slams her fists down on the mattress in frustration. “I need to come, dammit!”

Pressing a gentle kiss against the spot she aches for me to touch the most, I look up at her from between her legs. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

“I’ll do anything at this point, Nathan!” she whines.

My right brow damn near touches my hairline. “Anything? That’s a brave statement.”

“Ugh! Nathan, shut up and fuck me!”

Clicking my tongue in disapproval at her, I act as if I’m about to pull away from her but let out a chuckle as she uses all the strength in her thighs to hold me in place.

Her begging eyes break my teasing act. I can’t deny this girl one thing. She wants to be fucked? I’ll fuck her harder than she’s ever been fucked before. She wants to come? I’ll make her come so many times she’ll beg me to stop.

She gasps as I push two rough fingers into her. It’s almost like her expression softens, as if she’s been empty for years, and the torture is over. She’s finally being filled.

“That’s it, right baby?” She exposes her neck so prettily for me. I press a gentle kiss to her throat. The soft touch, a stark contrast to the demanding way my fingers probe her, earning me more delicious moans.

It’s music to my ears, her small mewls and moans of pleasure. Trailing my kisses to her lips, I swallow each and every moan that slips out as I curve my fingers, finding the exact spot that will make her detonate for me.

“Oh my Go–” she starts to say, but before she can finish, I press my free hand over her mouth.

“Do you see God in here? I didn’t think so. It’s me and you, baby. No one else. You wanna call out to someone? You call out to me.”

As her orgasm builds, her chest arches off the bed, pressing her breasts so beautifully against my chest. “That’s it, pretty girl. Say my name.” Illegible noises come out of her as it builds, and her eyes start to roll to the back of her head. “Scream my name when you come.”

I know her orgasm is about to be explosive by the way her fists grasp at the non-existent shirt on my chest. Kourtney is a very physical and loud lover, just the way I fucking like it.

Just as my thumb circles once around her clit, her scream meets my ears. “Nathan!”

Her thighs shake against my hips as her pussy contracts tightly around my fingers.

I love this woman. If I wasn’t already thoroughly convinced seeing her surrounded so comfortably around my club, this sight right here would be it. This would be the moment.

Her blonde hair lays tumbled around her across her satin pillows. My rough, tattooed hands against her pale, creamy skin do something to my brain. It’s like one of those mental itches that’s so satisfyingly scratched.

An idea pops into my head, and before I think too hard about it, I grab my phone and open the camera app. Thankfully my hands are big enough that I’m able to cover her pussy with my palm, my fingers digging into the soft skin above her pubic bone and snap a picture of her spread thighs. I smile at the result. Her thighs are a fucking mess of slick arousal.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she gasps as she tries to get control of her breathing again.

I quickly set the image as my background and throw my phone to the floor. “You look so pretty that I just had to get a picture to look at later.” Winking at her, I lift myself off the bed to get rid of my boots and jeans.

When we got home from the clubhouse, I could barely get her out of her clothes before I had my mouth on her sweet pussy. I’m lucky I even got my shirt off.

The loud clunk of my belt hitting the floor is the only noise above her soft exhales. Kourtney scurries off the bed and drops to her knees at my feet. Her soft hand grasps my length possessively, and I hiss at the feeling.

Before she can pull me into her mouth, I squat down in front of her to put us at eye level. I shake my head and press a kiss to her lips. Her cloudy gaze searches my eyes questioningly. “Don’t ever get on your knees for me, baby.”

“You’ve gotten on your knees for me multiple times, and you don’t want me to return the favor?”

A chuckle pulls from my throat. I push her hair behind her shoulder and shake my head. “Queens deserve a man on his knees for them, honey. No man deserves you on your knees for them. Especially not one like me.”

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