Page 67 of Tiny's Law

She blinks in amazement and lets me lift her up with a simple pull of her hand. Walking her backward to the edge of the bed, I guide her to sit. The position puts her mouth at the perfect height for my cock.

I take a step forward and smirk at her as I drag the tip of my cock along her bottom lip. “See? Much better. You deserve a throne, baby. Not the floor.”

Instinctively, she wraps her hands around the back of my thighs as she opens her lips so beautifully. I guide my cock into her mouth and let out a groan at the warmth that surrounds my length. Her sinful eyes meet mine, and if my feet weren’t planted securely on the floor, my ass would be on the floor at the euphoric feeling I get as she looks right at me.

Gathering all her hair in my grip, I hold it loosely at the back of her head while gently holding her still as I work the rest of my cock into her mouth. She moans around me, and I just about lose it. I have to remind myself that I’m large, and if I’m not careful, I could choke her and hurt her.

What I wouldn’t give to hear her choking on my cock, though, but I’m not an asshole. I’m not forcing her to choke on it the first time it touches her sweet lips.

She pulls her head away and says the sweetest words I think a man could ever hear. “Quit being gentle.”

I eye her cautiously.

“Fuck my face, Nathan.”

I nearly choke on my own damn spit. “Yes, ma’am.”

She braces her small hands on the fronts of my thighs and sucks my cock back into her mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I let out a deafening groan. I have to force my eyes back open to look at her, searching hers for any slight reservations she may have.

At the slightest little nod, I test her first by slowly pushing my cock as far as she can take it. When I hit the back of her throat and don’t meet any resistance, I eye her curiously and push even further. I groan when the tip of her nose meets my pubic bone, meaning she’s swallowed my entire cock without even a tiny gag.

“Mmm. What do we have here? Have you been hiding something from me, honey?”

A blush rises on the apples of her cheeks, and she shrugs. She also brings her hands up to the base of my cock and squeezes gently.

My eyes darken, and my nostrils flare. A grunt slips from my chest when one of her hands wraps around my sac and squeezes. With one hand at the base of my cock and the other wrapped around my balls, she pulls her mouth off me and smiles sweetly. “Are you going to fuck my throat or not?”

This woman just keeps surprising me. I don’t waste a single second. As soon as her lips part, I shove my cock to the back of her throat. I let out a loud hiss as the edges of her teeth scrape along my shaft. In normal circumstances, I hate teeth. Some men like a little, I do not. But the soft scrape of hers along my length causes goosebumps to rise along my neck. She swallows around the head and looks up at me as if daring me for more. Gripping her hair at the base of her skull, I thrust against her, moaning as she squeezes her fists around me in tandem.

“You thought you could keep the fact that you don’t have a gag reflex away from me?”

She smiles around my cock, her eyes turning mischievous. I let out a sinister laugh as I thrust faster against her face, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. Every time she swallows around me, I fear this entire thing will end way faster than it even began.

At some point, I stop thrusting against her, and she completely takes over. Both of her hands work my shaft as she sucks me to the back of her throat, and my legs threaten to buckle underneath me.

Tingles erupt at the base of my spine, and I rip away from her before she can suck the cum right out of my soul.

We’re both breathing heavily as she smirks up at me, wiping all the drool away from her face with the back of her hand. She looks fucking delectable.

I’ve never seen her more beautiful than she is right now. I’m drunk on her in every sense of the word. Before she can even think of moving, I grab her around the waist and throw her onto the bed, jumping right on top of her.

I spit again on her already-drenched pussy and slam my swollen cock inside her, earning a guttural moan from her chest. “Nathan!”

“Fuck, I love being inside you, baby,” I groan in her ear.

“So full,” she whines. “You’re too big.”

I move inside her over and over, pistoning my hips. Each thrust pulls more deep, erotic sounds from the depth of her throat, and I crave more. “You take it so well, baby. Look at you, melting all over my cock so beautifully.”

“Nat–” I look down at her and notice her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she arches into me. I drop down and press a kiss to her lips.

I was never a big kisser during sex or even leading up to sex. Kissing was always pointless. But now I know what it was always missing, why I always found the act lacking.

It’s because all those other women weren’t her. They weren’t Kourtney.

I needed her to show me that kissing adds so much to the experience. Call me a pussy if you want, but kissing her is like coming home. I never yearned for the feelings she brings out of me. Kissing her feels like the ultimate connection. Like she’s in my grasp, and nothing can take her away.

Her teeth sink into my bottom lip. I groan against her as she squeezes my cock with her muscles.

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