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

feel him deeper, I need him to pound me in

within a few pumps,

consuming thrust that I can't get enough

my mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes meeting mine

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

wet."That's because the

feel it moving through

a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

bouncing over him as I try to

me, coming on so strong, I scream out a moan

some air

"Fuck, yes,"

against

the ripples move through me, each exhale sending

feel so fucking good,” he growls the moment I'm still, but he hasn't stopped moving, and now

brings me over to the dining room, sitting on

fucking ride me.”

Everywhere.

part of me bursting with

want is to make Easton feel

over his dick, moving slow, the

me and finds that place that his hairs

where the energy comes from, I don't know how this feeling returns so easily,

twisting my hips, Easton's moans getting louder

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

"That's it,” he says.

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

that's causing

"Yes!"

arms around him, bending my

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride my fucking

it inside me as I take off, using a

through my body, spreading to each of my limbs, burying

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

that's when I