Nash: A Rough Romance Piper Stone (ebook reader for comics txt) 📖

mouth. I was tossed into sweet release, my pussy convulsing almost immediately. As the orgasm slipped up from my toes, I wasn’t certain I was able to stand any longer.

“Fuck is exactly right,” he muttered then thrust several fingers deep inside.

My eyes opened wide, the blood coursing through my body more like an explosion. A scream threatened to erupt from my throat yet there was no sound. Nothing. And nothing could feel any better than the way he flexed his fingers, curling the tips against my G-spot. A flash of images floated in front of my eyes, dirty and vile, the kind of visions that a good girl shouldn’t have.

“And when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk or even think clearly.”

I adored his filthy words as well as the way he said them.

A dark promise.

He continued fingering me, shoving them inside savagely.

I laughed and gasped, the combination making me feel lightheaded. The orgasm shifted into the most beautiful wave, driving through me like wildfire. I could no longer speak. Hell, I couldn’t even think about anything but the incredible pleasure.

My mind foggy, I was only vaguely aware as he slipped his hands under my thighs, shoving me further up the tile wall. As I scrambled to grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, he plunged his cock so deep inside my breath was stolen.

Oh. My. God.

Every part of me was electrified, dancing in shifting motions. Nothing seemed real as he thrust into me again.

And again.

And again.

I was floored as the strength of his muscles, the big man rolling onto the balls of his feet. He tossed his head back and forth as he issued the most glorious series of growls, the sound penetrating the tight space.

I tensed, my body wiggling as I tried to hold onto him, my back slipping and sliding down the wet tile. The spray of water was invigorating even as the steam rolled across us like a wave of smoke.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” I laughed, hearing my guttural sounds, the combination of his animalistic growls and my primal responses likely able to be heard a mile away.

Yet neither one of us cared.

The incredible moments of our carnal actions were far too amazing, pushing us to another explosive point. There was no way I could stop another orgasm as it ripped through me. I slapped one hand onto the tile as I dug my nails into his shoulder, no doubt drawing blood. Stars floated in front of my eyes as I tried to control my breathing, one climax turning into the kind of bliss few women ever experience.

He refused to stop, driving in brutal actions, jamming my body against the hard surface. My muscles clamped down over and over again, yanking his cock in even deeper. I couldn’t stop panting.

Or moaning.

Or hungering.

When I was finally spent, I dropped my head, beads of perspiration dripping from my forehead. I was unable to catch my breath, no longer able to think clearly. The steam continued to rise, filling the bathroom, but that wasn’t the reason my eyes were foggy. I was lost to the pleasure, incapable of muttering anything but ragged moans.

I was shocked when he pulled out, my eyes opening wide. The way he smiled was almost evil, creating a wave of additional exhilaration into every cell and muscle.

“I can’t wait to take you in that tight ass.”

He yanked me to face the tile, shoving my body against the surface and kicking my legs apart. When he ran his finger down my spine, taking his time to shift the tip into the crack of my ass, I sucked in my breath.

“But first, you need to be punished for even thinking about running,” he continued, his tone gravelly and ripped with promises of total domination.

When he smacked the palm of his hand against my backside, I was shocked at just how painful it was.

“Oh. Oh!” My yelp was explosive, no doubt heard through the entire house. A rush of embarrassment filtered over every inch of my naked skin, reminding me that I was actually the brawny man’s captive.

Although everything about Reaper screamed of protection. He was a tough man, one refusing to surrender to his enemies, no matter how well-armed or dangerous.

As he brought his hand down four more times in rapid succession, I gasped, stars floating in front of my eyes. Water. The damn water had to be making the discipline that much more painful.

“You are one disobedient woman.”

I almost laughed hearing his words. For all the years I’d followed the rules, to be accused of being a bad girl was comical.

Reaper continued the harsh punishment, his hand smashing against my already aching bottom with so much force I was shoved against the tile. I slid my arms over my head, my fingers pressed solidly against the surface, enough so they were already aching.

And still he continued.

Smack!

“I suggest you count them off for me,” he stated with utter authority. “Twenty more should help you learn your lesson.”

Twenty.

I couldn’t even imagine taking that many. As wicked as I knew the thought to be, I was grateful he wasn’t using something harsher in his act of punishment.

When he threw open the shower curtain, cold air wafting in, I jerked my head in his direction. I watched in horror as he stepped out, searching the drawers and finding a solid-looking brush. My God. The asshole had read my mind. No. No.

Oh, fuck, no.

The second my natural instincts took over, my mind a blur as I tried to get out of the shower, the growl from his chest was nothing short of a savage beast.

Oh, I was going to pay for my infraction dearly.

With one reddened and bruised butt.

All he had to do was give me a stern look and I slunk back into the shower, moving to the same position as before.

“Correction,” he said in a subdued voice. “Twenty-five. Would you like to go for thirty?”

“Fuck, no.”

“And a soaping for that mouth of yours.”

I snapped