You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 165 

Harper 

I'm so full of tingles and jitters and this overwhelming pulsing, I can't even imagine feeling this all over again.

But I know Easton.

When he wants something, he doesn't give up.

He doesn't rush.

He doesn't do it half-assed.

And right now, he wants me.

I suck his lip into my mouth, gnawing on the end ... tasting myself.

Something I never thought I'd do, but now I find it so incredibly sexy.

I release him and take in his smoldering glare, remembering the words he said to me moments ago and reply, "Then make me fucking scream."

My response is barely out of my mouth when he picks me up from the top cushions of the couch and carries me over to the living room wall.

The paint and texture are so cold against my bare back, as he positions us, my shoulders rub against the hardness of it.

I hold onto him for dear life, knowing he won't drop me, but still needing the reassurance, especially as his dick enters me.

"Oh God,” I moan.

The back of my head hits the wall, not in a way where I scream out in pain, but in a way that makes me want him more.

"Fuck," he hisses.

"You're so tight."

I dig my nails into him as he rears his hips back and plunges fully inside me.

"Easton!"I don't expect it.

Nor do I anticipate the intense rush that follows or the perfect feeling of fullness that comes in or the pressure that adds to this incredible burst of sensations.

"Ahbh,” I sigh.

As he holds me against the wall, there's a quick grind of his hips.

followed by a hard rock forward where his tiny hairs are rubbing against my clit in a way that starts a whole new feeling

him

within a few pumps, that's

a relentless, consuming thrust that I

hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes meeting mine every few drives of his

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

because the build

feel it

in a way where I can

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

urging him, bouncing over him as I try to meet him

me, coming on so strong, I scream out

gasp in some air and

"Fuck, yes,"

against my

to shudder as the ripples move through me, each

feel so fucking good,” he growls the moment I'm still, but

on one of the armless chairs where

fucking ride me.” I'm

Everywhere.

me

the only thing I want is to make Easton feel as good as I

over his dick, moving slow, the

of me and finds that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his

comes from, I don't know how this feeling returns so easily, but it's there

rising and falling, twisting my hips, Easton's moans getting

he's moving with me, rocking my hips over him, biting me with his

"That's it,” he says.

like that.” I'm dancing over him, taking in his fullness along with the friction from

that's

"Yes!"

wrap my arms around him, bending my

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my

order, holding it inside me as I take off,

heat that's igniting through my body, spreading to each of my limbs, burying in my navel, scorching my

squeezing my ass, and he starts to match my movements, rocking, thrusting,

that's when I