Tiny has lived a rough life.
Born to a drug addicted mother and an absentee father, his mother had plenty of company–not all of it good for a young boy. He’s spent his entire adult life in the MC–He knows no other way.
Nancy lived with an elderly aunt when her parents died. When her aunt saw Tiny for the first time, she threw her out. Wanting nothing to do with her young niece from that moment on, Nancy had no options.
When Tiny finds his old lady in Nancy he doesn’t talk about her or advertise how much she means to him for fear of losing her to a Brother without the same commitment values that he has.
But all her life, Nancy has wanted a family. Finally convincing Tiny he would make a good father, Nancy gets her baby. Married for almost eighteen years, Tiny works hard to keep Nancy happy in her life and with him. They share a love for the MC’s kids, but still Nancy demands more. When she heard the group home needed parents she started thinking of a way to convince Tiny they’d be perfect for the job.
All the talk shows in the world can’t help Tiny out of this one.
*Content Warning: includes graphic language and adult sexual situations. Intended for mature audiences 18+
He slides me down his body and I feel how hard he is. He’ll get no complaints from me. I pull on his nipple ring, getting a moan. He lifts my blouse. “Fuck, I like the Bears,” he says while pulling the chain. My new animal nipple jewels get pulled tight, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “You’ve been walking around with no damn bra and I made you wait?” I smile at him. I actually took it off when I first came upstairs but there are some things you should just leave alone. This would be one of them.
He sits on the chair and puts me facing away on his lap. I like this position. His hands pull me so my back is on his chest. He lifts my hips and slides in hard and fast, I grab his forearms and hold it back; it’s too soon for me to come like a teenager. Dammit! His hands move, one on my pussy and one on my nipple, pulling the chain by stretching his thumb out. Shit, he’s going to tease the hell out of me. “Come on my cock, Tiny Dancer, I want you nice and wet for me.” His hand is circling my clit, causing my hips to circle with his motion, while his teeth scrape down my neck to my shoulder. It doesn’t take me long and he knows just when I’m ready to explode. He bites my shoulder, squeezes my nipple, pulling on the chain and pinches my clit; it hits me all at once and I’m gone.
Still dazed he moves to the bed, putting me face down with my feet on the floor. I’m still catching my breath and he’s hammering into me. Just as I’m building again he pulls out, making me cry out, “No!”
“Oh, babe, I’m not even close to done with you.” His voice is low and husky; I get a chill down my back hearing how much he’s affected.
I hear a condom and moan. Baby oil drips on my ass and he’s pushing his way in. Oh dear lord! I cry out, “All the way!” When the initial burn goes away I’m moaning. Sliding in and out slowly is making me crazy. He pulls out and I whine another ‘no.’
“My bad girl wants it all tonight.” He puts my knees on the bed and folds my body so my stomach is on them then he slides back in. I know he does this so he doesn’t have to bend so far. It makes me smile. He slams me from behind and I stop smiling and start moaning. Holy shit, it’s good! “I love seeing my dick sliding in your sweet tight ass, babe.” He’s breathing heavy. Bending, he bites my shoulder and snakes his arm under me, pushing my hand down to my pussy. “Come for me, Tiny Dancer. Let me hear how you like that cock in your ass,” he says at my ear.
I feel everything but hear only him. He’s pulling the chain again, making my nipples ache, then he pulls out and slides in my pussy hard and fast again. I come screaming for him, as if he can save me. I feel him fall at my side, feel me being moved onto his shoulder, feel his chest rise and fall, but my brain is floating.
A former account executive, mother of three and grand mother of two. L.Ann lives in central USA where she found herself unemployed and having too much time on her hands. She decided to spend some time going back to her first love, writing. An avid reader herself she found stories floating around in her head that were just waiting to be written and thought she would test the waters. Ann has written two series, The MC and The Baxter’s, that’s a total of nine books to date dealing with Alpha males and strong women. She uses places she has lived as her backdrops, with Florida and North Carolina still waiting to be written.
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The Baxters Series
The MC Series