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.

are rubbing against my clit in a

need him to

a few pumps,

thrust that

covering me, his eyes

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

wet."That's because the

feel it

on in a way

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

me, urging him, bouncing over him as

coming on so strong, I scream out a moan and

some air and

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against

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

over to the dining room, sitting on

fucking ride

Everywhere.

part of me

only thing I want is to make Easton

over his dick, moving slow,

that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his

don't know how this feeling returns so easily, but

my hips, Easton's moans

moving with me, rocking my hips over him, biting

"That's it,” he says.

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

that's causing

"Yes!"

arms around him, bending my knees

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride my

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

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

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

milk it.” And that's when I lose