Page 109 of Claimed By The Other Brother

"Sit on my face."

Heat floods through me at his words. He pulls me onto him, his grip firm as he guides me forward, positioning me above his chest. His head falls back against the sofa, as I position my wet pussy on top of his face, his mouth claiming me without hesitation.

My body tenses, then melts as his tongue moves with precision, stroking and licking me from top to bottom, flicking over my clit. I gasp, my thighs quivering as he devours me. He alternates his tongue with two fingers, playing with my g-spot. The sound is audible as he grips my thighs in place and he holds me right where he wants me.

I arch against him, my hips rocking as he tongue fucks me, drawing me higher and higher until the sensation is unbearable. My moans spiral into breathless cries, my fingers clutching his hair, as I grind against his face.

"Dax—" My voice shatters as the climax overtakes me. I let go completely, as I squirt forcefully on his face, my juices spread all over his chin, leaving me shaking, undone.

His mouth lingers, his tongue slow and languid as he drinks me in, his hands gripping my thighs possessively. When he finally lets me go, I collapse against him, panting.

He slides me onto his lap, his erection pressing thick and insistent beneath his trousers. I slide down between his legs, my hands eager as I unfasten his belt, then hispants. He watches me, amusement playing at the corner of his lips, but the fire in his eyes is anything but patient.

He shifts and lifts as I pull his pants down, his arousal springing free, hard and heavy. My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, then leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum off of the tip with my tongue. The taste of him is intoxicating. He slowly starts to stroke himself, as I place my mouth over his cock, sucking on it like a fiend. His hands keep jerking his dick into my mouth, but then he reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling it tightly in his fist.

Dax groans as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I move slowly at first, savoring the way he shudders beneath my touch. I suck him with hollow cheeks, as his tip repeatedly hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck," he rasps, his grip tightening as he thrusts his hips upward, fucking my face. His control is slipping, his breaths coming fast and ragged. The tears start collecting in a stream down my face, as I gag and choke on his dick.

I moan against him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He curses, his hold on me unyielding as he guides my pace. I take him deeper, my eyes flicking up to meet his, the intensity in his gaze sending a rush of heat through me.

Then, with a guttural growl, his muscles tense, his toes curl and his head falls back as he pulses in my mouth. He holds my head in place as his cum spurts to the back of my throat, spilling all over my tongue. I swallow every drop, lingering, savoring, before finally pulling back, licking my lips as I meet his darkenedstare.

Dax lets out a slow breath to calm his breathing as I stand up quickly and saunter away, my legs still shaking as I head for the kitchen. I'm parched, and even more so now at this moment. I grab two glasses and fill them with water taking a slow sip from one of them, swishing the contents around my mouth to help swallow whatever is left of him down.

I look out over at Dax as he sits on the couch and give him a flirtatious wink. He shakes his head and then stands up as he begins walking over towards me. His dick is thick and long as I watch him, his body tight and muscular.

I hold out a glass of water for him to drink. He reaches for it, and then tosses the liquid back in one long gulp.

"Thank you," he murmurs, as he moves closer, his lips brushing my ear.

Before I can react, he moves behind me, pressing me against the cool marble of the kitchen island. His breath is warm and sweet against my neck. His hands slide up my stomach, then higher, unsnapping my bra with ease. The straps fall from my shoulders, and he peels it away, tossing it aside. His palms cup my breasts, squeezing them as his fingers tease my nipples until they harden under his touch.

I arch into him, my head tilting back against his chest as his lips graze my shoulder, his stubble scraping my skin. He lowers his mouth to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, sucking lightly, leaving his mark. My breathshudders as he spreads my legs with his knee, his hard throbbing cock pressing hard against me.

He grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back, locking them there in a firm grip.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his tone thick with command.

A thrill runs down my spine as he shifts, his other hand threading through my hair, gripping the base of my neck. Then, without warning, he bends me over the kitchen island, my cheek pressing against the cool marble.

"Dax—" I gasp, my pulse hammering.

He moves behind me, adjusting, his hands gripping my hips before he drags the thick length of his cock between my pussy folds, teasing me, making me whimper in anticipation. I'm still dripping from my orgasm. He teases my pussy with his hard tip, rubbing it against my wet opening.

"I want to be inside of you," he says, voice edged with hunger.

"Yes," I breathe, my body already begging for him.

Then he thrusts deep inside of me—his girth stretching my hole, the sudden fullness knocks the breath from my lungs. My fingers grip the edge of the counter as he moves, his pace steady but forceful, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

The sound of skin against skin, his wet cock sliding inside of my dripping pussy fills the air, the scent of sex is thick around us. Dax growls low in his throat, his hands gripping my ass, as he smacks his palms against my skin,the sharp sting sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

I cry out, the sensation heightening everything. He smacks me again, harder, before gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him as he pounds into me. His groans are primal as he watches his cock slide in and out of me. He squeezes my flesh, as the intensity builds, pressure coiling in my stomach, tightening, ready to snap.

"Dax—" My voice shakes, my body trembling.

"Come for me," he demands, his voice deep, commanding.