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 inside

to feel him deeper, I need him to pound

a few pumps,

relentless, consuming thrust that

my mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

because

it

coming on in a way

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

him closer to me, urging him, bouncing over him as I try to

going to come.” The first wave hits me, coming on so strong, I scream

in some

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against

the ripples move through me, each

moment I'm still, but

to the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs

ride

Everywhere.

me bursting

can think of, the only thing I want

quiver as I bob over his dick, moving slow, the only speed I can

that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now

I don't know how this feeling returns so easily,

falling, twisting my hips,

I'm in control, he's moving with me, rocking my

"That's it,” he says.

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

that's causing a

"Yes!"

wrap my arms around him, bending my

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my

in that order, holding it inside me as I

through

ass, and he starts to match my movements, rocking, thrusting, shouting, "Milk it,

milk it.” And that's when