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.

where his tiny hairs are rubbing against my clit in a way that starts a whole new

need him to pound me in a punishing way

few pumps, that's

relentless, consuming thrust that I can't get

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

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

so wet."That's because

it moving

feel it coming on in a way where

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

hug him closer to me, urging him, bouncing over

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

in some air

"Fuck, yes,"

against my

the ripples move

but he hasn't stopped moving,

sitting on one

fucking ride

Everywhere.

of me bursting

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

I bob over his dick, moving

hand drops down the front of me and finds that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now circling the

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

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

even though I'm in control, he's moving with me, rocking my hips over him, biting me with his

"That's it,” he says.

taking in his fullness along

one that's causing

"Yes!"

him, bending my

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my fucking

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

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

he starts to match my movements,

that's