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.

quickly so I’ve got her pinned beneath me on the bed, my phone tumbling off with a thump onto the floor. My erect cock strains against

to hers. The kiss is wild. Sloppy. Tongues and teeth and gasps and moans. I feed on her hungrily, my hands wandering, touching her everywhere I can reach. She leans into my palm when I find her tit and toy with her nipple.

leaves her and she shifts, restless beneath me. Her legs slide

teeth, her damp hair a riotous mess. She doesn’t bother hiding herself, doesn’t act modest, though I can tell

they snap back up to mine and yeah. I can tell she’s

“Remember

“Yeah.”

I just got

 

like the way this girl

have

raise a brow,

“In my robe pocket.”

her robe off the floor and search for the pockets, coming across one,

Three condoms.

ambitious?” I hold them out toward her with

face red now. “I’m sorry,

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

and I lean in,

hers. “I’m

scared.”

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