Page 77 of Mr. Hook-up

I clutched the blanket, my limbs numb, my body completely owned by him. “Easton ...”

“Let me feel it, Drake. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

His order held no weight because, at this point, I couldn’t stop it.

I was too far gone.

Tingles were blasting through me, this fiery electricity that shot across my legs and into my stomach and up my chest. A build that was so strong, I was frozen, suspended in this sublime space, followed by a peak that made every part of me shudder.

“Ahhh!”I sucked in air. “Yes!”

Easton didn’t stop.

He didn’t let up.

He just pounded into me, rubbing across the spots that made me yell even louder, fulfilling this need I didn’t know I had.

But I wanted.

And I wanted even more.

“Fuck me, that was gorgeous to watch,” he roared.

I took in his face, a sight I almost wanted to avoid, the combination of passion and his stare too much for me to handle.

“Now let’s do that again.”

He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, where he guided me into doggy style. He stayed standing at the foot of the bed, leading my ass toward his tip. Once he found my entrance, he teased it, circling around several times before he eased in.

“Wow.” This was different from the previous position. Fuller. Even more overwhelming. “Easton!”

“Let’s see how quickly I can get you there.”

Again.

A concept I couldn’t even wrap my head around.

He gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. “You don’t believe I have it in me ...”

“Stay out of my thoughts.”

“I can hear them loud and clear. But if tonight hasn’t shown you how well I already know your body, then this will.”

It was a warning.

And within a few plunges, I realized why he’d given me one.

If I thought I’d felt his ownership before, it was nothing compared to this.

This was power.

Domination.

And I was completely adrift, even more so when he reached around my side, his finger returning to my clit, stroking it at the same time his dick was thrusting into me.

I simply balanced on my hands and knees, and the orgasm began to bare its teeth.

“What are you doing to me,” I exhaled.

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