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.

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

need to feel him deeper, I need him to pound me in

within a few pumps,

thrust that I

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

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

so wet."That's because the

it

a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

him, bouncing over him as I try to

wave hits me, coming on so strong, I scream out a moan and

in some air

"Fuck, yes,"

against

stomach starts to shudder as the ripples move through me, each exhale sending

I'm still, but he hasn't stopped moving, and now he's pulling me from the

room, sitting on one of the armless chairs where I'm straddling his

fucking ride me.”

Everywhere.

part of me

I want is to make Easton feel as good as I

quiver as I bob over his dick, moving slow, the

down the front of me and finds that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now circling

this feeling returns so easily, but it's there

twisting my hips, Easton's

in control, he's moving with me, rocking

"That's it,” he says.

in his fullness along with the friction from his fingers, and I'm in

one that's causing a

"Yes!"

around him, bending my knees to get

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my

it inside me as I take off,

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

me, squeezing my ass, and he starts to

And that's when I lose