“I grew up in a far harsher life.” Eva didn’t want to delve into her past. Leaning forward she licked the tip of his cock, which she’d been stroking seconds before. His salty pr**cum coated her tongue, and she swallowed him down. There was nothing to stop her. He let out a curse, but instead of pushing her away, his fingers sank into her hair. She’d never been good at keeping her hair bound to her head and loved keeping the length around her in wavy locks. Eva didn’t know what it was, but she loved the thought of him pulling on the length, hard and rough. Everything about Tiny was rough with many hard edges making him the man he was. She also saw he had a past that he tried to hide from.
No matter what he did, she knew deep in her heart she would never be afraid of him. Over the years they’d known each other he’d cursed, thrown things, and in all that time he’d never once raised his hand in order to hurt her. In her mind, Tiny was one of the good guys. Being raised alongside a load of underground fighters she’d seen her fair share of domestic problems. Fortunately, her father didn’t agree with violence against women, and the men rarely hurt a woman in front of her father while she was there. However, there were a few times she’s witnessed the violence a man could inflict on a woman.
Tiny fisted her hair and pulled harshly. She released his c**k only to stare up at him. “What the f**k are you doing to me?” he asked. His voice was gruff, and she could tell he was only just keeping his shit together.
“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 f**ked 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 f**k 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 f**ked women, and none of them left his c**k 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 f**king was what he loved. Patricia hadn’t liked his brand of f**king. She found him too hard. No matter who he f**ked, 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 f**king 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 c**k 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 h*ps 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 pr**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 f**king 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 f**ked 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.