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.

rubbing against my clit in a way that starts a whole new feeling inside

I need him to

a few pumps, that's what he's giving

that I can't get

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

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

wet."That's because the build

it moving

in a way where I can stop

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

closer to me, urging him, bouncing over him as I try to meet him in the

first wave hits me, coming on so strong,

in some air and continue,

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against my

ripples move through me, each exhale sending more of

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

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

fucking ride

Everywhere.

me bursting with

can think of, the only thing I want

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

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

don't know where the energy comes from, I don't know how this feeling returns so easily, but it's there and it comes with more

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

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

"That's it,” he says.

over him, taking in his fullness along with the friction from his

that's

"Yes!"

him, bending my

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride

that order, holding it inside me as I take off, using a speed

igniting through my body, spreading to

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

And that's when I lose