You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

Easton keeps thrusting his hips against me, his denim covered erection hitting me in the perfect spot every single time, making me see stars.

We moved so fast, we never took the time to just kiss and rub our bodies against each other.

It feels good.

Forbidden.

Fun.

His parents aren't home from work yet, but they could show up at any minute.

The waning sun shining through his window casts its glow across the bed and when he breaks the kiss, the sun gilds his features in gold as he stares down at me.

"You're fucking beautiful,"

he whispers.

I reach for him, streaking my fingers across his cheek.

"So are you."

He turns his head, kissing my palm before he reaches for the hem of my shirt.

“Let's take this off."

Easton helps me remove my shirt.

I take off my bra.

The moment my breasts are free he’s got his hands all over them, cupping them together as he rains kisses all over my flesh, his tongue swiping across my nipples before he draws one deep into his mouth and sucks it.

I arch beneath him, wanting more, forgetting all about keeping our clothes on.

I want him inside of me.

Now.

But he draws the moment out.

He teases me with his fingers as they slide across my belly, dipping beneath my jeans.

He toys with the waistband of my panties, slipping his fingers beneath the thin fabric, blocked by my tight jeans to get any further.

"We need to take these off,"

he mutters as he removes his hand and undoes the snap, then slowly pulls the zipper down.

"You need to get undressed too,” I insist and he rolls off the bed, shucking his jeans and his shirt while I strip my jeans off as well.

He stands by the edge of the bed in his black boxer briefs.

His hard cock stretches the fabric out, and I stare at him for a moment before I cover my mouth.

Trying to stop the giggling.

But he heard me.

expression on his

you laughing at

Okay, maybe not.

see the sparkle in

"Never,"

on the laughter I

"Harper,"

he growls.

he pounces, jumping on the bed—on top of me—and

laugh as he tickles my sides, his hands

and he sounds so

begging him to stop, trying to push

front of my panties,

oh

"Fuck,"

my thighs, his hand working beneath my white panties, stretching the fabric

of his fingers slicking through

Lift my hips.

back a moan when he sinks his finger

need to be inside your tight

whispers, removing his hand from my body

him quickly remove his boxer briefs, my gaze zeroing in on

catches me watching and with a smirk, begins stroking

a glistening pearl

goes liquid at watching him pleasure

mouth is dry, my chest heaving

“You want this?"

he

unable to

"Say it.

Ask for it."

I love it when he gets like

All commanding and rough.

it.” "You

“Your cock."

My voice is loud.

Bold.

shying

He grins.

do you want

"Inside of my pussy,"

I say without hesitation.

climbs on top

On top of me.

of my body with one sure

on his lips as he says, "Such a

his every thrust, savoring the grunt that leaves him every time he pushes inside of me, wrapping my legs around his hips so I can send

my eyes like I usually

Instead, I watch him.

Watch us.

sounds of our bodies connecting, our skin slapping against each other, the

I forget everything.

All of our troubles.

My worry.