Tiny's Hope

of my cock, I know if I don’t pull her back, I’ll blow soon and I prefer to do so in her pussy.
“Bitsy,” I groan, as I tug on her hair pulling her mouth off me. Tiny makes her protest clear that she wasn’t done with me by lifting her head to glare at me. “Climb up here and sink that pussy down on my cock baby,” I command, releasing her hair. Tiny’s eyes flicker with lust as she does what she’s told and starts crawling up my body, pressing kisses along my torso. Reaching over to the top of the nightstand, I grab one of the condoms sitting there. I know my woman takes birth control pills religiously but had the scare of possibly losing her when she had River and Brook, I’m not taking the chance again.
I thought about getting a vasectomy but then again, I didn’t want some doctor near my dick. I’ve heard stories of shit going wrong where they end up fuckin’ shit up.
Soon as I have the condom rolled over myself, Tiny sinks down taking me all the way in to the hilt. Fuck if she doesn’t feel good.
I grip her and help guide her as she starts to grind herself on me. With her head thrown back, she cups her tits as she knows I like for her to and picks up her pace. I feel her pussy clenching around my cock and I know she’s about to make herself come. Wanting to be the one to pound it out of her I flip us until she’s on her back with me hovering over her with my arms caging her in.
Thrusting I give it to her hard. Over the two years, I’ve fucked my woman in more ways than I can count and my favorite is right here as she takes everything I give her.
Our eyes connect and I hold Tiny’s gaze as her orgasm assails her, she calls my name while her pussy sucks the come out of my cock.
“Fuck, Bitsy, love it when you clench my cock like that,” I groan, stilling inside her.
“Hm,” Tiny moans, giving me one of her smiles that only I get.
Sure, she smiles at our kids, but only I get this one smile from her. Sometimes I kick myself for not putting a ring on her finger and giving her my last name. I should have done it by now but with everything going on around the club, I haven’t found the right time. Then she’d had the kids and I intended to take her out of there and marry her right away but taking care of River and Brook became a priority for the both of us.
I’d feared what my sister dealt with and even Pitch Black’s sister when they had their kids, I didn’t want to have to face that with my own children. I lost both my parents and I can’t think of the possibility of losing either of my kids let alone Tiny. They mean everything to me.
Maybe I just need to put the ring on her finger and say fuck it we’re getting married. I want her to have my name. To officially be mine.
We haven’t had a lot of time for the two of us to be alone together unless it’s in this bed. Shit we’re still living in the clubhouse; I haven’t wanted to move us out of it. I have thought about building a house off to the side some. It’s not like we don’t have the space to do so. Just a matter of clearing some land for it. It’s a good idea to do and I’m thinking it might be worth it.
“I love you, Darren,” Tiny whispers, her eyes soft as she reaches up to cup either side of my face.
Fuck it, I’m tired of waiting.
“Love you too, Bitsy. I want you to officially be mine,” I say, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips.
“I am yours though,” she murmurs, brows furrowing.
“I know you are, but I want my ring on your finger, my last name connected to yours rather than us just saying it is. You deserve the world and I want to give it to you.
The baby monitor on the nightstand goes off letting us know that one of the twins, most likely Brook, is awake. Between her and her brother, Brook is always the first to wake and demanding attention. Whereas River is mellow and content watching everything happen. I’ve realized he’s extremely observant and smart for his age.
“As usual she has perfect timing. And to answer your question, yes, Darren. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me. Well, I hoped you would eventually,” Tiny mumbles, her eyes alight with adoration as she stares at me.
“That she does, Bitsy.” I grin. “Glad you said yes ‘cause I wasn’t taking no for an answer, I like the ring of Sloane Garnier.” Slowly I withdraw my cock from her still quivering pussy while I savor the hitching breath slipping from between her lips. “You and I need a day where I can keep you right here without interference as I fuck you all damn fuckin’ day.”
“Hm, I do like the sound of that,” she rasps.
How did I get so lucky to be the man for her? My Bitsy has gone from being this scared woman who didn’t want to be around anyone to being comfortable in her own skin here at the clubhouse. Granted Tiny still shies away from going out, preferring to be here, she’ll at least leave if I’m with her.
There’s something to be said about my woman feeling safe enough to go out if I’m with her.
“Come on, Bitsy. Let’s get up and get to the twins,” I mutter, reaching out to grab my woman’s hand and pull her out of the bed with me. I let go of her hand as I bend to grab a pair of sweatpants from next to the floor. I pull them