You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Easton

Damn it she feels so good.

I don't deserve this fucking hot body.

I can't kiss enough skin, my lips feel numb from trying to kiss her hard, from trying to bite her skin, to taste her and consume her, make her mine forever and ever.

My favorite parts of her are on display and every single inch of skin.

There's a rock bench near the rock wall.

"Turn around and bend over."

With a grin, she does just that, her wet hair slapping against her cheeks as she smiles and kisses me, then bends over.

Her hands placed firmly on the rock as I grip her hips from behind.

My dick is so hard it hurts.

Harper.

It's only ever been Harper, the way my body responds is borderline embarrassing, but fuck I wouldn't want it any other way.

I tease her pussy with my tip, rubbing it back and forth down the length of her lips.

Her body jolts back.

slap her on the ass.

"Patience."

She lets out a moan.

“Seriously?” Islap her ass again, this time it leaves a red hand print.

Fuck, I like the way that looks, so I do it again and again until she's moaning and writhing, arching back against me, like her body's searching for my cock, but can't find it.

I laugh.

"You desperate yet?” "Easton!"

"That's my name."

I laugh harder, then give her my cock, but not all the way.

I enter about a half inch and stay there.

"Don't move."

She moans, her back arches.

"Why are you torturing me?"

"You torture me every day."

I rub the places I slapped with my hands and look at us, semi connected, the way my cock pulses to be inside her so hard that I probably have no blood left in the rest of my body.

slams against us, just adding to the

then lightly tap it again, moving my hand around her hips, but careful not to fully fuck

ear with my teeth and whisper, “I'm going to fuck you,

lightly slap her pussy with my

She squirms.

"Don't move,"

I order.

as I kiss down her neck and slap

help

can't help but

can't

She's too beautiful.

Too perfect.

Too primed.

as I move, my body slamming against hers as she keeps her hands firmly against

know I

teasing and torture or the fucking view of her bent over in

Her back arches again.

her hips, pulling her back against me so hard

to come,

with my fingers

She does exactly that.

is good, since I was holding on by a thread, as I release inside her, all over her, all over us, and wonder if I can just stay

slowly moves away from me and

body red with marks

around my

can't deny her

under the spray of the shower and start to slowly wash each other

want to grab my girl and take a nap with her, We're both in white bathrobes and moving around the kitchen when I grab a bottle of chilled champagne and pour us each

counter in

"Trying to tempt me?"

I tease.

"You feeling tempted?"

She laughs.

I could fucking fuck you

I'm clearly delirious.

throws her head back and

of

I growl.

when the door to the guest room opens and Ryan comes

over the place, and he

“Everything okay?"

I ask.

comes up behind him and slaps him on the

just you know...thinking

"So many."

Ryan's voice is hoarse.

"Fucking thoughts."

“Lots of fucking thoughts,"

Sadie repeats.

is with all

Harper wonders out loud.