Page 43 of Claimed By The Other Brother

She swallows every drop. But not before she reaches for the champagne bottle and chugs the last of it—washing me down completely.

The moment my breath steadies, I pull her up, my lips crashing against hers. I taste the champagne on her tongue, the filthy reality of it all is making my cock hard again instantly.

I don't wait. I lift her, carrying her across the living room and into my bedroom, throwing her onto the king-size bed, spreading her wide for me.

Scarlett's body sprawls across the mattress, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I move between her legs. The scent of her arousal hits me hard, making my cock throb, still pulsing from her mouth.

I grip her thighs, spreading her open wider, my mouth already descending between them. The moment my tongue swipes across her, she jerks, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I press my face against her soaked pussy folds, dragging my tongue along the slick heat, smearing her juices across my mouth, groaning at how fucking good she tastes.

She writhes beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets as I flick my tongue over her clit, circling, teasing, letting her feel every deliberate stroke.

"Dax..." she moans, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clutching at my hair.

I tighten my grip on her hips, hoisting her legs higher,tilting her just the way I want before dipping my tongue inside of her. She jolts, her thighs trembling as I push deeper, fucking her with my tongue, my hands holding her in place as she tries to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

Her moans are louder now, raw and desperate, her breath coming in sharp gasps. I slide two fingers inside her, pressing at an angle, feeling the tight, tender spot that has her nearly convulsing.

"Fuck," she cries, her voice breaking as I thrust harder, my fingers curling, my tongue lashing against her swollen clit.

Her thighs shake, her entire body tightening as I work her, driving her higher, pushing her closer. I can feel it, the way her walls flutter around my fingers, the way her legs start trembling uncontrollably.

A sharp cry rips from her throat as she comes, her body jerking, her juices spilling over my fingers. I keep my mouth on her, lapping up every drop as her orgasm wrecks through her, her thighs quaking around my head.

She collapses against the mattress, her chest heaving, her body spent and still trembling. I sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I push off the bed.

I strip the rest of my clothes off, my cock standing hard and ready, still aching for her.

Her eyes flick open, hazy and dark with lingering pleasure as she watches me. She doesn't move, doesn't say a word. She just stays there, spread open for me, waiting.

I grip her hips, dragging her toward me in one swift motion before I kneel between her thighs. She gasps, herhands flying to my shoulders as I position myself at her entrance.

I thrust into her, burying myself deep into her pussy with one slow, deliberate stroke. Her mouth falls open, a strangled moan breaking from her lips as I stretch her, filling her completely.

"Fuck," I mutter, my head falling forward, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

She's tight, wet, pulsing around me as I start to move, setting a deep, steady rhythm. She clings to me, her nails raking down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I drive into her, each thrust harder, hungrier than the last.

I shift, lifting one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder, pushing deeper. She cries out, her body arching beneath me, her hands fisting the sheets.

I can feel it building again, the tension coiling, my release creeping closer. I angle myself, slamming into her with unrelenting force, chasing the pleasure spiraling through me.

I tell myself to keep it steady and pull out before I come—but then it happens—a sudden shift—my stomach tightens, my body stiffens as I feel it, the rush of warmth spilling into her.

"Shit," I mutter, my hips stilling, my hands gripping her thighs as the realization hits.

"What is it?" Her voice is breathless, dazed, her body still trembling beneath me.

"I didn't want to finish like this," I manage, my voice rough, still caught in the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parted, but then she exhales, her expression smoothing.

"Don't stop," she says, her voice softer, her fingers trailing lazily down my chest.

I study her for a moment, my heart still pounding, my body still humming from the high of release. Then I nod, my grip easing slightly.

I pull out, feeling the remnants of my orgasm still pulsing through me as I grip her harder. I stroke myself, still rock hard, still aching despite the release.

She watches me, her eyes heavy with heat, her body still sprawled out on the sheets, completely open for me. Then she reaches forward, her fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding me back to her, silently asking for more.