Page 128 of Mr. Hook-up

His speed was powerful. His thrusts were hard and deep.

“I can feel it,” he hissed. “You’re tightening around me, getting extra wet.”

As I gripped him, holding on while he hammered into me, he brought my orgasm through my body and to this raging peak, where I clung, where I waited to fall.

But it didn’t happen immediately.

I just hung there.

Suspended.

Screaming, “Fuck yes,” as loud as I could.

And when it finally closed in, I shook. Every part of me. The most mind-blowing bolts of electricity that shot straight up and directly down my body.

Over and over.

“Easton!” I stabbed my nails into whatever skin I was holding. “Amazing!”

And those bolts didn’t let up until I was shuddering, shaking over him, closing in to the point where I could only whisper, “What the hell was that.” I wheezed. “What did you just do to me.”

He still moved, still thrust, working out the final tails until he sensed that I’d finished. “You liked that ...”

“Liked?” I laughed. It was the most ridiculous description for this moment. “Whatever that was, I loved.”

“You’re going to get more of it. Not now, but soon.” And with that promise, he gently pulled his finger out and held me against his body, my walls still hugging his dick. “Are you ready to come again?”

I loosened my arms, released his skin from my nails. “You say that every time and I always question you, and you always prove me wrong.”

“Because I know your body, Drake.” Staying inside me, he lifted me and turned me around, positioning me in the same place I was before, when I’d first gotten into the tub, but this time he was on top of me. “And I know what it takes to make you feel your best.”

“What’s that?”

He partly answered me with his lips, hastily devouring mine, and then with the way he stroked, a fierce, hypnotic rhythm that gave me the other half of his answer.

But he still mashed our lips together, pulling back to say, “This.”

When it came to my body, Easton Jones owned every bit of my pleasure.

He could bring me anywhere, even to that place where I was ready to come again only moments after I just had.

“Oh yes,” I urged, my head pressing against the hard ceramic. “That feels incredible.” I spread my legs as wide as they could go, taking all of him in.

While he held the back of the tub, using it to drive himself forward, his hand wandered down my body. He paused at my breasts, giving me a quick burst of pain in each nipple, twisting them just enough that Icried out, and then he continued to my clit. “I don’t know how, but you just got wetter.”

I knew how, because he’d just picked up speed. Not just in his hand while he rubbed that tender spot, but in the way he plunged into me, turning, letting me pulse for just a second, before he pulled back and did it all over again.

“Yes!” I encouraged. “Fuck me!”

My hands returned to his shoulders, his lunging causing the water to slosh over my face and across the edge of the tub, but the sound of it hitting the floor wasn’t even close to as loud as I was.

“Harder,” I pleaded. “Please.”

I didn’t want him to think he could break me. I wanted just the opposite—I wanted him to attempt to try, for his movements to turn even rougher, stronger.

For him to completely dominate me.

And my wish came true as he leaned up onto his knees, wrapping my legs around his waist. He ignored the fact that we were in a tub, that bubbly water was leaking out. That he very well could crack the base and we could crash to the floor.

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