She’s determined to make me whole again. I just plan to make her mine.
I left Missoula to serve my country and came back a bitter, broken man. But when Chastity Garrington made my recovery her personal crusade, I decided I had a mission of my own.
Her task won’t be easy, and the fire in her eyes tells me mine won’t either. Yet the spark between us is instant, and we both know she’ll be wet, sore, and screaming my name soon enough.
But I want more than that.
By the time my body has healed, I plan to have claimed her heart.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 82,200 words
“Come for me. Now!” Her body responded to my command instantly, her entire body shaking as a climax swept through her. She was absolutely stunning when she came, her skin glistening and a single bead of perspiration covering her upper lip. I was enthralled watching her, basking in the glory of her pleasure.
But even that wasn’t enough for me.
I didn’t stop, rolling onto the balls of my feet, driving into her savagely until a single orgasm seemed to explode into another.
Her cries were strangled, her mouth forming a perfect O. I could eat her alive at this moment, feasting on every part of her.
Gasping, she eased her arms to the sides, lolling her head as her body continued to convulse. Only when her breathing returned to normal did I pull out, lifting her legs even higher as I bent over, licking up and down the length of her pussy.
She mewed and gasped, blinking furiously as I dragged my tongue through her sweet ambrosia. When I buried my tongue inside, she wrapped her fingers around my hair, pressing my face down.
“God, so good. So… good.” A warm flush crept up from her long neck, scattering in blotches across her cheeks as if she was embarrassed at her enjoyment.
I continued licking until I was satisfied, easing her down and backing away. She stared at me with lazy eyes, skimming her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” I gathered her shivering body into my arms, immediately pushing her tummy against the island. Then I pressed my hand on the small of her back. “Do not move. If you do, the belt comes out.”
She gripped the edge of the island, swinging her head around to stare at me. When I started opening drawers, a puzzled look crossed her face. “What are you looking for?”
“I’ll know it when I see it.” Finally, in the fourth drawer, I grabbed what I was hoping she used on a frequent basis. As I held up the wooden spoon in the light, she gasped.
“No. You’re not spanking me.”
I couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t moved, her rounded bottom begging for an additional round of my marks.
And I would be happy to give them to her.
I twirled the spoon several times, grinning like some delinquent kid before taking a whiff of the wood. “Yes, perfect.”
“Your behavior at the bar calls for a reminder that you belong to me.” The words came easily and didn’t seem to shock her. “That’s what all bad girls should get. One. Hard. Spanking.”
She continued to glare at me with her infamous rebellious look, still not moving when I moved behind her, pressing my flexed fingers against her back.
“Now, you’re going to count them off for me.”