Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone (book series for 12 year olds txt) 📕

the thick strap out of his belt loops. He took his time fingering the leather, moving the tip of his index finger back and forth.

A reminder of what was to come.

A telling of what was on his mind.

Desperate hunger.

I had difficulty swallowing as he finished undressing, folding his jeans and placing them over the sink. I didn’t see the man as organized or caring about his wardrobe. He was far too savage in nature, his demeanor caustic and refusing to accept anything but what he commanded. My mind was in a blur as he shifted both hands down his chest, rubbing vigorously until he reached his cock.

My mouth watered all over again as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking in such vigorous actions that I couldn’t imagine he wasn’t in pain.

I held my breath, my pussy still quivering as he slipped his hand between his legs, cupping and squeezing his balls. When he took calculated steps in my direction, tilting his head as he studied me, I held my breath.

Reaper ran a single finger around the thin elastic of my panties, giving a solid yank. A yelp escaped my mouth as he freed me of the pink lace and satin. I was humiliated when he pulled the thong to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath before rubbing the crotch across his lips.

Nothing could be so embarrassing.

Or so enticing.

Driving me to the kind of desire I’d never felt.

The rugged man had a way about him. So dark.

So insanely delicious.

And I wanted all of him.

In fact, a part of me was ready to give into his dominance entirely.

The crazy thought refused to leave my mind as he grasped both my hands, pulling me closer toward the shower.

“What are you doing?” I managed to ask, although my words were barely audible.

“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass.”

Everything moved into a hypnotic state, my legs refusing to follow any command as he dragged me toward the shower, lifting and placing me inside. I huddled against the cold tile, biting my lower lip but unable to keep a series of moans from popping up from my throat. He had such an enigmatic way about him, drawing me into a dark web that I no longer wanted to fight.

I craved him.

I needed him.

And I knew that whatever this was, neither one of us were unable to resist.

When he stepped into the shower, yanking the curtain until a shadow encroached on the space, I couldn’t stop whimpering. My God. What had this man done to me? I was powerless to resist, unable to think rationally and as he approached, the look on his face was entirely carnivorous. I felt so small next to him, my mind reeling. My God, the man was so damn powerful.

He slid one hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer but taking his time. With the other, he fingered my nipple, swirling the tip around and around in a lazy fashion. I was tingling all over, unable to catch my breath.

“All mine,” he growled before shifting his hand to my other breast, pinching my hardened bud. The pain was biting but a mixture of anguish as well as longing pulsed through me. I was still shocked at my body’s reaction, once again pushing my palms against his chest.

I tilted my head, nipping his chin. His laugh was a sweet reward.

“You will never be in charge.”

“You might be surprised,” I whispered then crawled my hand down his taut stomach to his throbbing cock, very slowly wrapping my hand around his thickness. As I pumped up and down, taking my time to relish my actions, he twisted my nipple, plucking and pulling my tender tissue.

“Oh,” I muttered, trying to concentrate as I stroked him. A rush of energy as well as dancing vibrations tore through me, the hunger exploding. When I rolled my hand between his legs, fondling his balls, he let out an intense roar.

“Such a bad little girl.”

“You obviously have no idea.”

I added enough pressure to my fingers that his body tensed, his breath skipping. I adored the way his eyes fluttered closed, his jaw clenching.

He pushed me against the tile, cupping both breasts and lowering his head. “And every bad girl needs to learn who’s in charge.” As he engulfed my nipple, licking and sucking vigorously, I tossed my hands over my head, slapping them against the shower wall. The steam began to rise, blocking my ability to focus.

As if I had a chance to do that anyway.

“Oh, my. Oh…” I was breathless, trying desperately to think clearly. It was impossible. I was lost in the pleasure as he nipped one nipple then the other, moving his head from side to side. Every growl erupting from his lips filtered into my ears, creating such a delicious reaction. My tummy ached. My heart was ready to explode. And I could climax and he hadn’t even touched my pussy.

The combination of pain and pleasure kept my body on edge, my heart racing. I leaned my head against the surface, unable to keep my eyes open. A moment of utter bliss shifted into my system, pulling me closer to nirvana.

I was vaguely aware he’d lifted his head, staring at me in the same commanding way as I’d seen so many times. When he planted one hand on the right side of my head then his other on the left, I couldn’t keep my eyes closed any longer.

“Now, I am going to fuck you.” He inched closer, blowing hot air across my face and neck. The way he brushed his fingers down my arm created the kind of tingles I’d never felt. He lifted my leg, pushing it against the tile and giving me the kind of controlling nod that meant I was required to keep it in that position.

I wasn’t prepared for the roughness of his hand as he cupped my mound, darting his fingers past my swollen folds.

“Fuck. I…” The words were incapable of leaving my