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.

hairs are rubbing against my clit in a way that

deeper, I need him to pound me

within a few pumps,

thrust that I can't get

hostage, his breaths covering me, his

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

wet."That's because the build is

feel it moving

feel it coming on in a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

over

hits me, coming on so

gasp in some air

"Fuck, yes,"

against my

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

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

the dining room, sitting on one of

fucking ride

Everywhere.

part of me

the only thing I want is to make Easton feel

I bob over his dick, moving slow, the

and finds that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now circling the top of

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

my hips, Easton's moans

me, rocking my hips over him, biting me with

"That's it,” he says.

like that.” I'm dancing over him, taking in his fullness along with the friction from his fingers, and I'm in that place

that's

"Yes!"

my arms around him, bending

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my fucking

holding it inside me as I take off, using a speed that I didn't have

through my body, spreading to

around me, squeezing my ass, and he starts to match my movements, rocking, thrusting,

And that's when I