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 way that starts

him deeper, I need him to pound me

a few pumps, that's what he's giving

relentless, consuming thrust that I can't

mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his

"Jesus fuck, Harper.

because the build

feel it moving

a

I can't pause it.

"Oh God."

urging him, bouncing over him as

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

in some air and

"Fuck, yes,"

roars against my

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

so fucking good,” he growls the moment I'm still, but he hasn't stopped moving, and now he's pulling me from the

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

fucking ride me.” I'm

Everywhere.

part of me bursting

can think of, the only thing I want

I bob over his dick, moving slow, the

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

how this

rising and falling, twisting my hips,

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

"That's it,” he says.

fullness along with the friction

one that's causing a

"Yes!"

wrap my arms around him, bending my

"Easton!"

Harper.Ride my

me as I take

that's igniting through my body,

my ass, and he starts to match my

it.” And that's when