Page 122 of Claimed By The Other Brother

“I don’t want to come yet.”

He steps back, and I shift onto the bed. His hands are on me in an instant, spreading my legs wide as he settles between them. The cool air brushes against my heated skin for a brief moment before his mouth replaces it.

Dax’s tongue flicks over my clit, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He alternates between sucking gently, his mouth warm as he sucks the bud of my clit. He then tongue fucks my pussy, lapping me up with relentless precision. He adds two fingers and begins pumping into me, curling just right, hitting a spot that has my entire body trembling.

I gasp, gripping the sheets beneath me as the sensation builds. Before I can crest the wave, he pulls back, leaving me breathless and aching. He grabs my legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he lines himself up. His cock slides against my wetness, teasing, before he pushes inside with one firm stroke.

A gasp tears from my lips at the fullness, the stretch, as he buries himself deep inside my walls. He stills for a moment, his eyes meeting mine, and the intensity in his gaze nearly undoes me. Then he moves, pulling backbefore slamming into me again, his thrusts punishing and deliberate.

I moan, my nails digging into his arms as my orgasm hits like a tidal wave. My body clenches around him, my release soaking his cock as he drives into me harder, deeper.

Before I can recover, he pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach. His hands grip my hips with a punishing force as he positions me onto my knees. His palm lands on my ass with a sharp smack, the sting radiating through my skin, leaving a burn that sends my arousal spiraling. I cry out, my body taut with anticipation as he spreads me open, exposing me completely. My cheek presses against the mattress, my breaths coming in uneven gasps.

His warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of my back, followed by the deliberate stroke of his tongue. He drags it up and down the seam of my ass, burying his face in it as he spreads my cheeks open wider, teasing every nerve ending as I shudder beneath him. My body flinches, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I can’t resist the way he makes me feel—vulnerable, and utterly consumed.

His hands tighten their hold on me, his fingers firm as they trace the curve of my ass, moving lower, closer. I gasp as I feel his fingers circle my anal opening, teasing, testing. He spits, in it, the warm wetness of his saliva sending a jolt through me as his fingers spread it over my skin, slicking the path for what’s to come.

His cock presses against me now, the thick, long, swollen tip moving up and down between my folds,rubbing the head of it at my pussy entrance, collecting my wetness for additional lubrication. The sensation has my head spinning, my body arching back into him as he presses the tip against my back entrance.

“Relax,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, as he grips my hips to steady me.

I take a deep breath, my body taut with a mixture of anticipation and need. Slowly, he pushes forward, his cock breaching my hole inch by inch. The stretch is overwhelming, my body adjusting to the intrusion as I bite down on my lip, moaning at the intense sensation.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, his voice like molten heat against my spine.

He pulls back slightly, then pushes deeper, each thrust claiming more of me. My body stretches around him, the fullness dizzying as he buries all of his length to the brim. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, his hands roaming over my back and ass, his touch grounding me.

Then he moves. He lifts himself on the bed, mounting me as he squats down like an animal in heat. His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, his cock sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that has my toes curling and my moans filling the air. But soon, he picks up speed, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate, as if he’s lost in the same haze of lust that consumes me.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll bruise.

The sounds of our bodies fill the room—his deep grunts, my helpless cries, the wet slap of his balls againstmy ass. My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire, the overstimulation pushing me higher and higher. My body trembles as another orgasm builds, the pleasure too intense to hold back.

“Oh God, Dax,” I moan, my voice raw, as my release crashes over me. My body convulses, my cries echoing through the room as I clench around him.

His movements grow erratic, his thrusts deeper and harder as he chases his own release. His breaths come in sharp gasps, his grip tightening as he holds me in place.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice guttural and animalistic. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spurts inside of me, filling my anal hole with his hot seed. I can feel the warm trickle of his cum shoot into me, and it’s blowing my mind. The sensation is so intimate and erotic that it leaves me breathless.

We collapse together, his body heavy against mine for a moment before he rolls to the side. I fall onto the sheets, my limbs like jelly, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

“That was…” My voice trails off as I struggle to find the words, blushing uncontrollably.

“Intense,” he finishes for me, smirking as he smacks my ass lightly.

I laugh weakly, still too dazed to move. Dax leans in, his lips brushing over my temple, a soft, intimate gesture that sends a different kind of warmth flooding through me. After several minutes, he sits up, his body glistening with sweat.

“I’m going to shower,” he says, his voice low and satisfied.

I watch him move, the flex of his muscles hypnotic.

“I’ll join you,” I say, my voice still hoarse from screaming his name.

In the shower, the hot water cascades over us, washing away the remnants of our passion. He turns me to face him, his hands framing my face as he leans in for a kiss. This time, it’s slow, almost tender, his lips moving against mine in a way that makes my heart ache.

We lather each other, our hands exploring every inch of skin, sharing stolen kisses between the steam and soap. His touch is softer now, his thumbs brushing over my hips, my back, my shoulders.

As we stand there under the stream of water, our bodies pressed together, I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in him.