You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 46

Easton

Damn, she’s so soft.

I cup her tit in my hand, squeezing and testing, my mouth attacking hers, swallowing every little whimper and moan. Fuck, she’s so sexy she makes me go out of my mind with lust. All I want to do is touch her. Feel her.

Make her come.

I shift us both so we’re by the bed, gently shoving her so she has no choice but to fall back on the mattress. She goes willingly, her eyes fluttering open as she watches me tug off my hoodie and T-shirt, letting them both drop on the floor. She crawls up the bed backwards, her eyes going wide as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, uncertainty making her hesitate.

“Take it off,” I demand.

Sitting up, she whips the shirt off, letting it fall onto the bed next to her.

I’m like a man possessed. I go to her, forcing her to fall backwards, my mouth on her tits, tongue licking at her nipples, sucking them. I gather her in my hands, feasting on her chest and her fingers slip into my hair, holding me there.

I can’t get enough of her. She tastes so fucking good. Feels even better. Her legs shift restlessly beneath mine and I run my hand down her side. Over her waist, her hip, slipping my fingers beneath her shorts to find nothing but liquid heat.

“So fucking wet,” I tell her as I lift up, wanting to watch. She lies there sprawled on top of her bed, my fingers moving beneath her shorts, her erect nipples damp and pointing straight at the ceiling.

She opens her eyes and smiles at me, her fingers cupping her tits and playing with her nipples.

Jesus.

My cock strains against the fly of my pants but I keep stroking her, circling my finger around her swollen clit, wanting to get her off. She moves with me, the both of us finding a rhythm until I can’t take it any longer.

in, shove her shorts out of the way and attack her pussy with

sounding from her. I lick and search every little spot, slipping my finger inside of her and slowly pushing it in

finger. I lift away from her and enjoy the show, the way she moves, the sounds of my fingers working her wet pussy,

down and flick my tongue against her clit again

got her hands in my hair again and she’s literally holding me captive against her pussy, her orgasm slamming into her so hard, her body bows up from the bed. I thrust into her with my fingers again and again, eventually slowing my pace, my mouth gentling on her pussy until she collapses beneath me in a sated

roll away from me, a giggle escaping her but I grip her hips,

are you laughing?” | drop a kiss on the rounded curve of her belly just

no, no. That was…” She sighs, glancing

a firm kiss on her lips. “You

her hands settling on my ass.

kiss her deeply, thrusting

ago.

nods. “Yes,”

I kiss her again. And again. Like I can’t stop myself. She wraps herself around me, grinding her wet pussy against my dick, until

doing?” She scowls as she rises up on her

back outside. At least for a few minutes.” I run my fingers through my messed up hair. “I

think you’re doing?” She sits up, grabs her T-shirt and pulls it back over her head, covering

I had to use the

“They probably think you have

and cup her chin, tilting her

smiling. Still drunk

back?” She

lips, “And you’ll be coming