Tiny by Sam Crescent Page A

made a
commitment to her.
    “Tonight, can we have
tonight where we don’t talk about the club or what we’ve got to do?” he asked.
    She placed the roast chicken
on top of the stove and stared at him. Her pussy was tender from their fucking.
Staring at his graying hair, Eva felt an answering arousal start within her.
    “Nothing is going to change
what’s going to happen. On Friday, my father is taking me home.”
    “I know.” He stood opposite
her, staring. “I’m asking for tonight.”
    He wouldn’t beg. It wasn’t
his style.
    “Fine. We’ve got tonight.” She dealt with the chicken as he
circled the counter. Before she knew what he was doing, his hand was under the
skirt of her dress.
    “Good. I want you naked
now.”
    Eva placed their chicken
down while Tiny tore the dress from her shoulders. Growling in anger, Eva heard
the fabric tear. “Be patient,” she said.
    “No. I don’t give a fuck
about eating.” He moved her to a clean surface and pressed on her back until
her breasts were on the counter. She squeaked from the cold.
    The sound of his zipper
opening met her ears. In the next instance his cock found her pussy and thrust
to the hilt. He moaned as she curled her toes to stop herself from making a
noise. He was large, and she’d not been prepared for the penetration.
    “I know that hurt you. I’m
sorry, baby. I needed to feel your cunt around my dick.” He stroked her clit.
Within moments she felt herself responding to him. “You’re ready for me now.”
    He pulled out of her body
only to slam back inside. There was no give in him. He was a force to be
reckoned with. Holding onto the edge of the counter she cried out as his wet
fingers circled her anus. She’d never had her ass touched, and the sensation
was entirely sensual.
    “Is this about Vegas?” she
asked, looking at him over her shoulder. His gaze was smoldering. She felt
scolded just by looking at him.
    “No. I don’t give a fuck
about Vegas. This is you and me and what I should have done years ago.” He
slapped her ass, tightened his hands on her hips, and pounded into her in three
quick thrusts. “Such a pretty ass.” He slapped her ass
again before she felt his fingers back to her asshole.
    Tensing, she looked across
the room, waiting for what he was going to do.
    “Open for me, baby. I can
give this to you.” He pressed the tip of his finger to her ass.
    She tightened her body not
wanting him inside. Yet, even though she didn’t want him inside she didn’t stop
him either. She felt conflicted inside over what she wanted and what she
didn’t.
    His other hand delved
between her thighs, and he started to stroke her clit. Biting her lip, she
struggled underneath him.
    “You’re going to open up to
me, baby. You’re mine. I own every inch of you.”
    He did, but she was never
going to let him know the truth.
    Fighting against him, Eva
knew it was useless. Her body was already opening beneath him.
    Relaxing against his hold,
she held her breath. The tip of his finger worked past her muscles. Slowly, he
slid his finger in deep.
    “You’re a fucking virgin,
aren’t you, baby?”
    Shaking her head, she kept
her eyes closed.
    His hand that had been
between her thighs fisted her hair. He tugged on the length forcing her to look
at him at an odd angle.
    “Answer me,” he said.
    “No, no one has been there.”
    “Good. I’m taking that all
for myself.”
    Refuse him. Tell him no.
    She kept her lips shut and
her words of denial to herself. Tiny could have any part of her, but she would
not give him everything. When she first met him as a young girl she would have
been a fool and offered him everything on a plate. Now, after the time they’d
been together, Eva knew he would only hurt her more. She couldn’t afford to
give him her heart and soul.
    He was like the men she’d run
from. Her father’s fighters were of a similar mind, using women for pleasure.
    Cutting off the thoughts of
her past she moaned as his finger