Tiny (4 page)

“I’m sucking your cock.
Don’t you want me to?”

“Where is this going to go?
You’re going to leave at the end of the week.” He wouldn’t release her hair
even as she tried to pull away from him. Tiny kept his grip firm, unrelenting
in his possession.

“I’m not sticking around.
This is not good between us. It has never been good, not even in Vegas when we
left this town behind.” Something changed in his eyes. She saw the multitude of
emotions wash over him, and they seemed to vanish all at once. Nothing held him
in place. Biting her lip, she fisted his length feeling him harden once again. They
were not going to get another moment like this.

He really was a magnificent
specimen, and she didn’t want to miss a moment with him. The length had to be
at least eight inches, if not more, and he was thick. No matter how many times she
tried to get past their one time together, Eva wouldn’t forget how bad it had
been. He hadn’t lasted longer than fifteen minutes, and most of them were spent
pinning her to the bed because he had to fight her.

The memory between them
wasn’t great, but no matter how hard she tried, Eva couldn’t forget about it.
The entire night was engrained in her thoughts. Even if their time now went any
better she was still leaving. Her time in Fort Wills had come to an end. The
pain he’d caused was too much for her to stick around and wait for him. Too
many women had passed, and she refused to put up with it. No, she wouldn’t be
staying, but the only thing she wanted to take back to Vegas with her was one
memory of perfection between them. Surely, it wasn’t too much to ask?

Chapter Two

Tiny knew what she was
thinking about, and he hated it. He hated every single memory of their time
together in Vegas. For the first time in his life he’d been embarrassed by the
way he’d fucked a woman. He was Tiny, the leader of the Skulls. He alone was
the judge, jury, and executioner in his little town, and he hadn’t brought Eva
to orgasm, not once. His reputation for being a hard man was firm within the
community, and he’d built a good reputation for people not to fuck with him,
even if they had been doing that the last couple of months. Not only that, he’d
also earned himself a reputation with the ladies. Tiny fucked
women,
and none of them left his cock unsatisfied.

Ever since he lost his
virginity at sixteen he learned the fine art of satisfying a woman. Over the
years he’d improved his technique and also learned what he liked more. Getting
a woman under him was the best kind of release he loved. Having a woman submit
to his hard fucking was what he loved. Patricia hadn’t liked his brand of
fucking. She found him too hard. No matter who he fucked, he was the one in
control, never the woman. He set the pace, and he told them what they were
going to do.

Fingering the length of her
hair, Tiny knew his woman was going to leave. By the end of the week Eva would
no longer be part of his life. He’d miss her, but he wasn’t the kind of man to
beg a woman for anything. Everything about him was focused on control.

Fuck her brains out.

“Vegas
was
a fucking mistake. I’m not going to let that happen again.” He stroked along
her cheek, caressing her jaw and going over her lips. Her body was to die for.
He couldn’t see every curve in the way she was knelt. Tiny was determined to
make sure by the end of the day he knew every single part of her, and he wanted
to commit it all to memory.

He went back to her hair,
stroking the length once again. “If you’re not sticking around then I guess we
better make the most of this moment.” He tightened his fist in her hair. “Suck
my dick.”

She opened her lips without
him having to ask again. He aligned his cock and plundered her mouth. Eva
closed her lips around his shaft, sucking him in. Tiny couldn’t tear his gaze away.
He didn’t want to look away as watching her was part of the fun.

With the grip he held on her
hair, he pumped his hips sliding deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of
her throat. She didn’t try to pull away or stop him from thrusting deeper.

Her eyes were on him drawing
him in closer. There was something hypnotic about her hazel depths. From the
first moment he laid eyes on her, he’d known there was something about her that
was special. The way she made him feel terrified him at times. She possessed
every part of him, and she didn’t even know it.

Pulling out of her mouth he
watched her take a breath. He painted her lips with his pre-cum before sliding
back in. Over and over he repeated the same motion each time getting closer to
orgasm at how she submitted to him.

He wasn’t into whips or
anything hardcore the media seemed to be having
a frenzy
over. No one would ever catch him wearing fucking leather pants or demanding
people call him Sir and Master. Fuck that. He would always be Tiny. The only
element of domination he took seriously was the cuffs and tying a woman down.
He loved having his woman open to him so he could do whatever the hell he liked
to her.

Patricia never allowed it.

The thought struck him hard.
Closing his eyes, he tried to push the memory of his late wife from his mind.
His relationship with her hadn’t been everything he wanted it to be. In their
years together she never once allowed him to tie her down or to be in control.
She’d been too afraid and frightened of the real man he was. For some reason
she’d built up this imaginary persona of who he was in her mind. The first time
he’d held her down and fucked her hard, she’d screamed at him. He remembered
the fear and couldn’t bring himself to try again. At least their problems had
never gotten out to the club. No one knew they were not matched together, but
he still loved her.

After that incident he’d
taken his pleasure in the sweet-butts who stayed around the compound and who
were willing to take what he had to offer, sex—hard, rough, and where he was
the one in charge.

Slamming into Eva’s mouth he
opened his eyes once more to see her taking more of him. He needed to feel if
she was wet enough. Did she really want this? There was so much he didn’t know
about her, and he refused to risk what little they had for sex.

Releasing her, he picked her
up and dropped her onto his desk. The computer tumbled to the floor along with
some of his pens and pencils. He didn’t give a fuck about them.

“What’s the matter?” she
asked, cupping his face. He didn’t answer her and slid a finger between her
slick folds.

She was dripping wet,
soaking his fingers with her cream.

He stared into her eyes
seeing them dilated, and he felt her need. She had to be aching.

“Nothing.”
He pressed a finger into her cunt. Eva moaned and
moved to the edge of the bed taking more of him.

“I need you,” she said.
“Fuck me, Tiny. Please.”

Her begging was all he
needed. Removing his fingers, he licked each digit swallowing down her arousal.
She whimpered but made no move to walk away.

“Is everything okay in
there, boss?” Zero asked, knocking on the door.

“Fuck off!” Tiny yelled the
words. There was no way he was letting anyone interrupt his moment. Eva would
leave, and he wouldn’t have the chance to rid her of their one and only memory
together. There was no way he was letting a woman escape thinking he was bad in
bed. No way in hell was he letting that
happen
.
Especially not Ned Walker’s daughter either.

“We heard shit breaking,”
Lash said.

Did he hear a snicker from
one of his men?

“The next person to ask me a
stupid fucking question will get their dick blown off. Fuck off!” Gripping her
hip with one hand, he rubbed his cock through her wet lips. She cried out, and
together they both looked down. This was it, their moment together that would
change everything.

He was sure the moment he
claimed her, Eva wouldn’t leave him. She was too fucking loyal to leave him
when he’d taken her as his woman. There was no way he’d be apologizing for who
he was, and Eva would have to accept him. After everything he’d done, she was
still with him.

“Your men are worried about
you,” she said.

“They can worry all they
want.” He pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy. Tiny heard her gasp.
Looking up he saw she was still watching them together. Tilting her head back
with a finger under her chin, he stopped her from looking at where they were
joined.

“Look at me,” he said,
ordering her.

She didn’t pull away or try
to look elsewhere. He had her attention, and there was no way he was going to
lose it.

Moving both of his hands to
her hips he took charge and slid another inch inside her. Eva’s eyes widened,
and she stared at him, biting her lip.

“Let it out, baby. Scream
for me,” he said.

“They’ll know what’s going
on.”

He shook his head. “They
won’t say fuck all to you. I’ll kill any person who makes you feel bad.”

The grip he had on her hips
helped him to move her to the edge of the desk. In one quick thrust he
plundered inside her to the hilt, hitting her cervix. He was a large man and
knew some women hurt to take him.

Eva cried out. The sounds
she made echoed off the walls, and he loved every single note of her voice. He
felt her pulse around him, and he stopped to bask in the feel of her cunt
tightening around his length.

He left her hips to cup her
face. Her eyes were closed, and she opened them to look at him. “This is how it
should have been in the beginning,” he said.

Stroking a thumb across her
bottom lip, he slammed his lips down on hers. She opened to him, and he pushed
his tongue into her mouth.

Her legs wrapped around his
waist as he ravished her mouth, taking everything she had to offer and wanting
more. He felt her tits pressed against his chest. The hard buds of her nipples
poked him as well.

“So fucking sweet,” he said,
muttering the words against her lips. “We’re not leaving this office today.
You’re mine.”

“We’re leaving this office,
but we can take it back to your home. This is just a taster of what’s to come.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking his lips this time. Neither had
moved. His cock was seated deep into her pussy, but he wasn’t in a rush to fuck
and finish. He would be taking his time, and only when both of them were
begging for release would he take them over the edge.

“I can live with that.” He
moved down to stroke her neck then down farther still to take each of her
breasts into his palm. Tiny fingered the hard buds feeling the answering ripple
in her cunt. Leaning down he took one between his lips and sucked hard, biting
down into her flesh. He wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but he was hard
enough to make her squirm on his desk.

Every time he sat at this
desk he would remember everything about her. He would remember the way she
smelled, her taste, and how she looked when he fucked her.
 

“Lean back,” he said,
pulling away until they were only connected by his dick inside her.

She leaned back on his desk,
pushing more of his crap onto the floor. It was the best place for all of his
shit. He’d pick them up later or get one of his men to put the desk to rights.

Staring down he saw the base
of his cock, and her pussy lips were opened around his shaft. Her clit was
peeking out, begging him to touch it.

Licking his thumb, he
pressed it to her clit. He didn’t move but watched her response.

Her arousal flooded his
shaft.

“You’re mine, Eva. You’ll
always be mine, and you were mine from the first moment you walked into my
house and my fucking life.” He gently stroked her clit. His actions showed he
wasn’t in a rush to end their moment together.

“Stop torturing me,” she
said, breathlessly.

He wasn’t done with what he
had planned. “This is my show, baby. You’ll get what I’m going to fucking give
you.”

Slowly, he caressed her
clit, feeling every ripple and pulse around his dick. Her cunt was wet and
snug. He wasn’t ready to leave her or for this to end. No one needed him
outside this room.

For a few minutes he could
have what he’d wanted for a long time, Eva underneath him, submitting to him.

Being buried inside her
helped him to forget everything he’d done to her in the years they’d known each
other. Yes, he’d hurt her and been horrid to her. Everything fell away as he
stroked her clit, feeling her tighten around him.

****

Tiny was going to torture
her until nothing remained of her. Eva was sure of it as he slowly, ever so
slowly, caressed her clit. This was nothing like their time in Vegas. This was
no rushed fucking or quick release. Tiny was taking his time making her feel
everything he wanted her to feel.

Growing in frustration, she
glared at him. “You’re not being fair.”

One of his hands slapped her
thigh. The tap burned, but it wasn’t painful.