You’re Mine

Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Easton “I'll can't believe we're done!" Harper spreads herself across me on the bed as we sit at my parents’ lake house completely alone except for the fandom screams coming from Ryan and Sadie. “Should we go out there?" | ask. “She did just threaten his life.” “Ill threaten yours if you don't kiss me.” "Oh yeah?" My eyebrow arches as | hold her hard against me. "Weren't we supposed to just come in here real quick to change for the hot tub?" | snap her white bikini and grin up at her. "Or am I wrong?” She rubs against me. "Mmmm, yes to changing, but | got comfy, so...” | look down at the scrap of material barely covering her body. “That's comfy?" "Yes." She winks. "What, you don't like it? | thought you loved me in bikinis? Isn't that how you found your mystery girl?" "Correction..." | flip her onto her back. "I found you post bikini, and had | known this was my future, | would have stripped you bare and carried you over my shoulder, | may have locked you in my room, possibly would have gone to prison after Ryan kicked my ass or attempted to. We both know his right hook is weak as fuck.” She nods like she does know. Damn, | love her. “And yeah, our story would have ended differently.” “True.” She wraps her arms around my neck. "But | like our ending.” “Oh yeah?" | ask. “Why?” “It's messy.” She shrugs. "But messy makes us stronger right?"

“Right.” | rasp, leaning down for a kiss. She hooks her heels behind me. A fist bangs against our bedroom door. "You better not be having sex." “Okay Dad!" | yell back.

"Oh God, Easton, right there, right there, oh, oh,’ Harper starts screaming like a porn star, and instead of laughing, I'm so turned on | swear my dick turns to stone as | watch. “Son of a bitch, Easton!" Ryan roars. “I'll kill you!” “IT'S NOT LIKE YOU DIDN'T KNOW!" | yell back, angry that he's ruining this super fucking sexy moment of Harper fake orgasming beneath me—fuck he's such a cock block sometimes! “Ohhhhhbhhh.” Harper reaches down and slides her hand beneath her tiny little bikini bottoms. | watch like it's free porn. | can barely breathe. When the fuck can | marry this girl? | mean, seriously. I'm afraid to move as she hooks her hands inside the bottoms. | can tell when her fingers start to move because her hips buck. Is this really happening? "You guys suck!" Ryan yells. “Sucking,” | repeat in a daze. “Yes, great idea, all the sucking.” “All of it,” Harper pants. | grab her hand and jerk it from underneath her bottoms, then suck on her two fingers tasting her there and wishing that | could sit here, the rest of my life and just watch her pleasure herself over and over again. I'd be okay with that sort of torture, that sort of hell. "My turn,” | growl.

“Hurry.” Her cheeks are pink. | tug down her bottoms, then reach for my shorts and do the same. My dick is already so hard it's painful as | thrust into her, quickly, efficiently, damn we have it down to a perfect science, though I'd like to think of it as art as | pump into her. We both know, without even saying it, that Ryan's probably grumpy and wants everyone to hang out since it's our last night before everyone starts to buckle down and worry about getting ready for college, but all I'm worried about is making my girl feel everything. And all she's worried about, it seems, is to scream so loud she traumatizes her brother and best friend for life. Can't say I'm not on board for that. Her body is so tight, so hot and wet, I can't breathe. | kiss her hard, devouring any confession she may still have left on her lips as our bodies move in sync. It's so perfect. Us. The lake house. Everything. She smiles against my mouth, and | feel her let go. It's beautiful, knowing that I'm the one that causes her release, that she's so free with me and always can be, that she's mine and that | can be myself, finally. Fuck | was such a pussy about relationships earlier this year, and now | can't imagine anything else or anything better than this. I'm ready to handcuff the poor girl to me. She'd probably say yes only because of the kink. We both find release.

It's perfection. And when we finally make it out to the hot tub, both of us completely sated it's to find a pair of swim shorts, an empty bottle of champagne, along with an empty hot tub. "Where the hell are they?" | ask. "DON'T LOOK OVER HERE!" Ryan yells. And, of course, we do exactly that. He's standing behind the tree to the right, completely naked and Sadie has a switch from one of the same trees in her hand. She's still in her suit as she hits him again. “That feel good, baby?" "Yes!" he yells. "No!" And then. "LOOK AWAY!" "I will never recover from this,’ Harper says under her breath. “And yet I can't look away at all; his ass is so white I'm blinded.” “Ewwww.” Harper turns to me and then slowly gets into the hot tub. “Pretty sure we can tune them out with all my moans and screams." “Oh, it's like that, huh?" | get in after her. “Yup.” She peels off her top and tosses it to the ground. "If we can't look, neither can they." I'm ready again. "Look away, Ryan," | say. He's clearly busy at this point. | see Sadie grab his hand. They run into the house probably to finish what they started leaving Harper and me alone in the hot tub. "So." The water laps at her breasts as she swims toward me. "What should we do?" "Stargaze." | pull it out of my ass. "Respect one another...have a nice chill dinner where we talk about our hopes and dreams and—" She pinches my dick with her fingers.

“Son of a—" | jerk away. "—Or we can just love each other, fuck on occasion, and | can feed you when you get hungry. After all, my mystery girl needs to eat to keep up her energy." “True.” She floats toward me then sits on my lap. My cock brushes against her ass; I can barely hold my groan in. "And in the meantime..." She reaches behind and squeezes. | curse. And then she's holding her breath, and her mouth is sucking me under the water. | forget all other thoughts. And look up at the stars and smile. Okay, so maybe I'll stargaze and find a lucky star to thank for the girl of my dreams. My mystery girl. Harper.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.