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.

by a hard rock forward where his tiny hairs are rubbing against my clit in a

I need him to pound me in a punishing way where

a few pumps, that's

relentless, consuming thrust that I can't get

my mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes meeting

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

because

it

it coming on in a way where I can

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

him, bouncing over him as I try to meet

going to come.” The first wave hits me, coming on so strong, I scream out a moan and then,

in some air and

"Fuck, yes,"

against my

as the ripples move through me, each exhale sending more of the sparks through my

still, but he hasn't stopped moving, and now

me over to the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs where I'm straddling

fucking ride me.” I'm

Everywhere.

me bursting

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

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

place that his hairs had just rubbed, his

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

hips, Easton's moans getting

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

"That's it,” he says.

him, taking in his fullness

one that's

"Yes!"

around him, bending my knees to get more

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride

suck in that order, holding it inside me as I take

through my body, spreading to each of my

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

it.” And that's when I lose myself