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.

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

him to pound me in

pumps, that's what he's

a relentless, consuming thrust that I

covering me, his eyes meeting mine

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

so wet."That's because the build

it

coming on in a way where I

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

bouncing over him as I try to meet him in the

wave hits me, coming on so strong,

some air and continue,

"Fuck, yes,"

against

feel it.” My stomach starts to shudder as the ripples move through me, each exhale sending more of the sparks through my

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

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

fucking ride

Everywhere.

of me bursting with

thing I want

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

me and finds that place that his hairs had just

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

twisting my hips, Easton's moans getting louder

me, rocking my

"That's it,” he says.

taking in his fullness

that's causing

"Yes!"

around him, bending

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride my fucking

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

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

arm around me, squeezing my ass, and he starts to

it.” And that's when