You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Easton

She’s trembling in my arms, little nervous huffs of breath leaving her, and I’m trying my best to restrain myself. My fingers sink into her swollen flesh, back and forth. Tracing all of the delicate, damp skin, noting the catch in her breath when I touch her in a particular way, always careful. I don’t want to scare her or make her push me away.

Yeah, no. Can’t risk it because I’m definitely going to fuck her this afternoon. After that performance we put on in the parking lot, me confessing my feelings-and I don’t normally have fucking feelings, I’m ice cold-it’s all I can think about.

Me and Harper. Harper and me. Naked and tangled up together in the sheets. Kissing her everywhere. Filling her up.

Making her mine.

I continue to stroke her, keeping my exploration gentle. I’ve touched her like this before, but this feels different. More momentous. I can’t fuck this up.

I want to put my mouth on her. Hell, I should probably do that first. Tongue fuck her until she’s coming. Make her nice and loose for me so I can slip inside her easily.

Fuck, she’s a virgin. There might not be anything easy about this.

Pulling away, I stare up at her, noting the fear in her eyes. The flush on her cheeks. Her tentative smile.

Fuck, this girl. I wasn’t lying when I said she was beautiful earlier.

Harper is gorgeous.

thump onto the floor. My erect cock strains against the sweats I borrowed from Ryan-yeah, can’t think about him right now-and I thrust against her nice and

teeth and gasps and moans. I feed on her hungrily, my hands wandering, touching her everywhere I

beneath me. Her legs slide against mine

her watching me, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her damp hair a riotous mess. She doesn’t

her eyes go wide before they snap back up to mine

voice drifts. “Remember I’ve

“Yeah.”

just got on

 

I like the

have

a brow,

“In my robe pocket.”

off the floor and search for the pockets, coming across

Three condoms.

out toward

laughs, her entire face red now. “I’m sorry, I

skin-on-skin contact. I thrust my face in hers, brushing strands of dark hair away from her forehead. “I like

voice is the barest whisper and I lean in,

hers. “I’m

scared.”

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