You’re Mine

Chapter 171

Harper

I love how eager he is, and I love how he isn't the type to say no to things like this, like fucking in my parents’ bedroom.

He's about to be even more surprised as I reach into my pocket and pull out the vibrator that Sadie got me for Christmas.

I clutch it in my hands and pull it from my jeans, dangling it in front of me.

"You ready to play?” Easton's jaw drops.

"Is that what I think it is?" "Sadie's a good friend.” “The best"

He pulls me against him.

"We should definitely put her in front of Ryan for best friend of the year"

"Totally"

“Give her a ribbon"

"A trophy even,’ I add with a laugh.

He kisses me hard, his teeth almost clanging against mine before he pulls back and grabs it out of my hand.

It's small shaped almost like lipstick— which is great since it fits in your purse and can be super useful during travel.

I mean, really, there's a reason she's my best friend.

Easton looks at it like we've just discovered fire, and then he turns it on, which of course turns me on as I clench my thighs together and watch him watch it in wonder like he can't wait to see all the ways he can make me scream.

I look over at my parents’ perfectly made bed and suddenly want nothing more than to shove him against it, mess everything up, and scream out his name.

It's forbidden.

It's dirty.

Then again, it's Easton and me; how else would we fuck in my house? Love should be like this, I think to myself.

Life should involve things that make you excited, things that make you laugh more than things that make you cry.

I'm focused on the bed when I feel Easton behind me, his chest pressed against my back and only the sound of the vibrator filling the air.

"Get the fuck on that bed"

I still.

"You didn't say please"

"I said.."

He presses the vibrator against my ass and says it again.

"...get on the fucking bed"

A shiver runs down my spine as I sashay toward the bed and lay down on my back.

He follows, his stare determined as he roughly starts pulling off my clothes. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

My socks.

My jeans.

And then my sweatshirt followed by my bra.

Before I know it, I'm completely naked, shivering beneath his stare as he strips himself and grabs the vibrator again, holding it out to me like a threat of the best pleasure I'll ever have.

"I like this"

He grins.

"I'm not going to kiss you.” "What?" I lean up on my elbows.

"This is fucking.” His nostrils flare.

"This is just fucking and fucking, and fucking.

Sometimes we need that more than love, a good fucking.” “Say fucking again"

I laugh as goosebumps break out across my body.

He sneers, nearly reminding me of the old Easton that used to be mean to me, and for some reason, I like it, almost like my high school bully's punishing me in my parents’ bedroom.

"Take it,” he hisses and shoves the vibrator between my thighs.

I let out a scream as he teases my clit over and over again.

"Easton!" “Take it,” he says again, this time twisting the vibrator and shoving it a bit deeper, only to bite down on my shoulder as he rolls his hips against mine.

"That feels so good.” I can barely get the words out.

“Who makes you feel this way?" he asks as I nearly come off the bed.

I feel everything, from the way his body slides against mine to the sound of his voice in my ear.

Even the lights in the room feel brighter as he moves against me.

He's not even inside me, but I feel like he is.

“How does it feel, mystery girl?" Easton grinds harder, his dick against my thigh, the vibrator between them.

"With me on top of you? Pleasuring you? Making you come?" "Good"

I pant.

"Good, very good, keep going"

"Nahhhhh, do you even deserve it, curves?” He laughs against my neck.

"Do you deserve my mouth? My cock?" "Yes, yes!" My body's like a live wire as I clench the comforter and try not to go over the edge.

What the hell is he doing to me? He grabs my hair with one hand, keeping the vibrator positioned with the other.

The vibrator's like the worst sort of weapon or torture, and then finally, when I think I might actually lose it, he pulls it out.

"What the—" His cock slams into me so hard my body slides back, my head collides with the throw pillows, and hits the headboard.

He pumps into me over and over again, and then he flips me over onto my stomach.

I get up on my knees, arching my back toward him.

“Fuck yes!" Easton pounds into me from behind.

I'm so wet that I can hear each thrust he makes.

I grip the headboard, so my body stops moving.

Easton has my hips between his hands.

Thrust after thrust make it impossible for me to even speak; I can only moan, and then I feel him.

I feel us both losing control.

"Now"

He smacks my ass with one of his hands, then does it again, and I'm gone, so gone, I probably couldn't even remember my own address at this point.

He shoots into me.

And while I should be thinking about the incredible sex we just had or the way our sweaty bodies slide and fit against each other.

All I can think about is that I can't lose this.

I cant lose him.

And now I know I won't.

Because we're both going to UCLA.

We're going to be together.

And at the end of the day—that's all that matters.

Me.

Him.

Mine