You’re Mine

Chapter 95

Easton

Damn it she feels so good.

I don't deserve this fucking hot body.

I can't kiss enough skin, my lips feel numb from trying to kiss her hard, from trying to bite her skin, to taste her and consume her, make her mine forever and ever.

My favorite parts of her are on display and every single inch of skin.

There's a rock bench near the rock wall.

"Turn around and bend over."

With a grin, she does just that, her wet hair slapping against her cheeks as she smiles and kisses me, then bends over.

Her hands placed firmly on the rock as I grip her hips from behind.

My dick is so hard it hurts.

Harper.

It's only ever been Harper, the way my body responds is borderline embarrassing, but fuck I wouldn't want it any other way.

I tease her pussy with my tip, rubbing it back and forth down the length of her lips.

Her body jolts back.

slap her on the ass.

"Patience."

She lets out a moan.

“Seriously?” Islap her ass again, this time it leaves a red hand print.

Fuck, I like the way that looks, so I do it again and again until she's moaning and writhing, arching back against me, like her body's searching for my cock, but can't find it.

I laugh.

"You desperate yet?” "Easton!"

"That's my name."

I laugh harder, then give her my cock, but not all the way.

I enter about a half inch and stay there.

"Don't move."

She moans, her back arches.

"Why are you torturing me?"

"You torture me every day."

I rub the places I slapped with my hands and look at us, semi connected, the way my cock pulses to be inside her so hard that I probably have no blood left in the rest of my body.

Water slams against us, just adding to the sensations around us.

I rub her ass, then lightly tap it again, moving my hand around her hips, but careful not to fully fuck her.

Inip her ear with my teeth and whisper, “I'm going to fuck you, but first...I'm going to punish you.” "I thought you just—"

I lightly slap her pussy with my palm.

She squirms.

"Don't move,"

I order.

She whimpers my name as I kiss down her neck and slap her pussy again.

She can't help but move.

I can't help but want more.

But I can't last much longer.

She's too beautiful.

Too perfect.

Too primed.

I thrust into her and groan at how tightly she holds me, every fucking time as I move, my body slamming against hers as she keeps her hands firmly against the rocks.

I know I won't last.

Not after the teasing and torture or the fucking view of her bent over in front of me as I move within her body.

Her back arches again.

"Easton, that's so good...deeper...harder.” (groan and dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her back against me so hard that I see stars.

Fuck, I know I'm going to come, I can't last much longer.

I reach around and pinch her nipple with my fingers and suck on her neck, then whisper, "Let go."

She does exactly that.

Which is good, since I was holding on by a thread, as I release inside her, all over her, all over us, and wonder if I can just stay like that for the next hour until I'm hard and can do it all over again.

She slowly moves away from me and turns.

Face flush, body red with marks from my hands.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.

I can't deny her anything.

Our tongues twirl and fight as we move under the spray of the shower and start to slowly wash each other down.

By the time we're done, I want to grab my girl and take a nap with her, We're both in white bathrobes and moving around the kitchen when I grab a bottle of chilled champagne and pour us each a glass.

She grabs hers and takes a sip, leaning against the counter in a way that gives me amazing views of her cleavage.

"Trying to tempt me?"

I tease.

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She laughs.

"Fuckkkkk, I could fucking fuck you all fucking day."

I'm clearly delirious.

She throws her head back and laughs.

"That's lots of fucking, Easton."

I growl.

“Exactly.” I reach for her when the door to the guest room opens and Ryan comes stumbling out with Sadie.

His hair is a total wreck, sticking out all over the place, and he looks both dazed and confused about where he's at and what he's doing.

“Everything okay?"

I ask.

Sadie comes up behind him and slaps him on the ass.

"Oh he's fine, just you know...thinking thoughts."

"So many."

Ryan's voice is hoarse.

"Fucking thoughts."

“Lots of fucking thoughts,"

Sadie repeats.

"What is with all the fucking?"

Harper wonders out loud.

Ryan bursts out laughing and then coughs.

"Sorry.

I um.."

He finally locks eyes with Harper, then looks away like he’s embarrassed.

What the hell is going on? "Oh champagne.” He's still wearing his board shorts.

I frown when he grabs the bottle, tilts it back and starts chugging.

"Weren't you going to change?"

"Oh, he's changed alright,"

Sadie says cryptically.

"Huh?"

I narrow my eyes.

"Let it go,"

Harper mouths and winks at me and I'm suddenly a simp all over again, just staring at her, wondering how I got so lucky and when I can get lucky again.

So fucking relaxed, I still want to nap and fuck at the same time.

Maybe I'll get lucky and turn into someone who rather than sleep walks, sleep fucks? One can only hope.

"Why don't you guys grill some steaks?"

Sadie offers.

"Sure!"

Ryan jumps to the task like his ass is on fire and he’s getting a treat if he does her steak medium rather than medium rare.

He plants a kiss on her mouth that lasts longer than fucking necessary, then pulls her against him before she pulls away and grabs the bottle from Harper.

"Let's let the boys talk and cook.

We can watch them do it shirtless..."

"Goody."

Harper laughs and follows her out.

The door shuts.

Ryan's smiling like an idiot.

"Bro..."

I shove him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing wrong.” He slaps me on the shoulder.

“It's just that everything's finally fucking right.” He suddenly pauses, then calls over his shoulder, "Oh, also, hope you brought extra condoms."

I did, but I leave out the part that me and Harper don’t use them since she's on birth control and instead just shrug and say, "You know I got you, playa.” "Playa, indeed."

"Yup."

I laugh.“Let's grill."