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

cry.I need to feel him deeper, I need him to pound me

a few pumps, that's what he's

relentless, consuming thrust that

me, his eyes meeting mine every few

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

so wet."That's because the

feel it moving

coming on in a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

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

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

gasp in some air and

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against my

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

fucking good,” he growls the moment I'm still, but he

room, sitting on one

ride me.”

Everywhere.

of me bursting with

thing I can think of, the only thing I want is to make Easton feel

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

that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now circling

energy comes from, I don't know how this

twisting my hips, Easton's

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

"That's it,” he says.

I'm dancing over him, taking in his fullness along with the friction

that's causing a

"Yes!"

arms around him, bending my

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride my fucking

as I take off, using a speed that I didn't have

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

circles his arm around me, squeezing my ass, and he starts to match my movements, rocking, thrusting, shouting, "Milk

it.” And that's when I lose myself