Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
She turned her head to press a kiss to my palm, and the tenderness of the gesture hit me square in the chest. “And you’re everything to us.”
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Penny
We dried each other with tender care, the mundane act somehow intimate in the afterglow of our shower. Tiny winced slightly as he bent to dry my legs, a reminder of the injuries he’d sustained protecting us. I took the towel from him, finishing the job myself.
“Let me take care of you,” I said, guiding him back toward the bedroom.
The sheets were slightly rumpled, the room warm and inviting in the dim light. Tiny sat on the edge of the bed, his massive frame making the king-size mattress look almost small. Despite having just found release in the shower, his eyes darkened and his cock pulsed with renewed desire as I stood naked before him.
“Come here,” he said, his voice a low rumble that I felt in my bones.
I approached slowly, savoring the way his gaze traveled over my body. When I reached him, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and gently pushed him backward until he was lying on the bed. His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he went willingly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“My turn,” I told him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. “You’ve done enough work for one week.”
His hands found my thighs, sliding upward to grip my hips. “Not fighting you on this, baby.”
I leaned down to kiss him, my hair creating a curtain around our faces. He responded immediately, his beard tickling my skin as his lips moved against mine. When I pulled back, his eyes were hooded with desire, pupils dilated so only a thin ring of blue remained. Despite his recent release, his cock pulsed like mad and I could feel the dampness of his precum on my belly. I rocked against him experimentally, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. His fingers tightened on my hips, but he made no move to take control, allowing me to set the pace.
“Ready for me already?” I teased, grinding against his growing erection.
“I think I’ll always be ready for you,” he answered, his voice rough with want.
I reached between us to guide him to my entrance again, then slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside my cunt.
Tiny’s focus never left my face as I began to move, rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hands on my hips supported but didn’t direct me, letting me find the pace that pleased me most. I placed my palms flat against his chest, careful to avoid the worst of his bruising, and used the leverage to ride him more firmly.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his head tipping back slightly. “The way you fuckin’ move!”
I watched his face, memorizing every flicker of expression, the way his brow furrowed when I squeezed around him, how his lips parted on a silent gasp when I took him particularly deep, the intensity in his eyes when they locked with mine -- all of it. I never wanted to forget one blessed, blistering second of making love with Tiny. This mountain of a man, so feared by others, lay vulnerable beneath me, his pleasure entirely in my hands. I’d never felt more powerful in my life. Until this very moment, I never realized how much I needed to feel like I had the power. The feeling now was intoxicating.
Sex had been about Andy’s control and dominance, selfish greed even. With Tiny, even when he led, there was always care in his touch. His pleasure seemed inextricably tied to mine, as though he couldn’t enjoy himself unless I was satisfied first.
I increased my pace, chasing the building tension low in my belly. Tiny’s hands slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in time with my movements. The added stimulation pushed me closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his own release. “Take what you need.”
My rhythm faltered as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. “Tiny,” I gasped, my thighs trembling with the effort to maintain my position. “I’m coming!”
“I know,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Those words, so simple, yet carrying the weight of a promise I knew he’d always keep, sent me hurtling over the edge. My back arched as the orgasm crashed through me, my inner walls clenching around him rhythmically. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I felt Tiny’s control finally snap. His hips bucked upward as he groaned my name, his release pulsing deep inside me.
I collapsed onto his chest, mindful of his injuries even in my boneless state. His arms came around me immediately, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath. For a long moment, we lay tangled together, my head tucked under his chin, his heartbeat thundering against my ear.