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.

against my clit in a way

feel him deeper, I need him to pound me in a punishing way where I'm

few pumps, that's what he's

relentless, consuming thrust that I

breaths covering me, his eyes meeting mine every few drives of

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

wet."That's because the build is

feel it moving through

a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

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

coming on so strong, I scream out a

some

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against

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

still, but he hasn't stopped moving, and

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

ride me.”

Everywhere.

me

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

dick, moving slow,

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

the energy comes from, I don't know how this feeling returns so easily, but it's

rising and falling, twisting my hips, Easton's moans getting

in control, he's moving with me,

"That's it,” he says.

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

that's

"Yes!"

arms around him, bending my knees to

"Easton!"

me, Harper.Ride

as I take off, using a speed that I

fire that's erupting inside me, a heat that's igniting through my body,

squeezing my ass, and he starts to

milk it.” And that's when I lose