Page 111 of Claimed By The Other Brother

The sensation is mind-numbing. Her wet pussy walls envelope me, and I can't help but groan as I thrust upward, meeting her movements. She grinds against me, her hands braced on my chest for balance, her head tilting back as soft moans escape her lips.

My hands roam her body, one sliding up to cup her breast, the other gripping her thigh as I drive my cock deeper into her.

Her movements quicken, her rhythm erratic as her pleasure builds. I match her pace, thrusting upward, my grip on her tightening. The sight of her above me, completely lost in the moment, is almost too much to bear. She's stunning, her flushed skin glowing in the morning light, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. Her tits bouncing as she continues chasing her release.

"Dax," she gasps, her voice trembling as she grips my shoulders for support. Her nails dig into my skin, and I know she's close.

Then I hear it. The sharp electronic ring of her alarm, vibrating through the quiet walls like a cruel intrusion. My jaw locks. She slows, just slightly, glancing toward the sound—but I grip her harder, pulling her back down on me.

"Don't stop," I growl.

She smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing, and starts again—riding me harder now, more deliberately. My hand finds her clit and I circle it with my thumb, pressing in just right.

"Come on my cock," I whisper against her mouth.

Her moans rise over the sound of the alarm, which rings again—this time more insistent—but neither of us gives a damn. We sound like animals now, two fucking animals lost in the need, the hunger, the filthy pulse of it.

I feel her clit throb under my fingers. Her thighs start to shake. Her eyes clamp shut. Then she cries out—loud, guttural—as her orgasm crashes through her body. Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel the flood of herrelease dripping down onto my stomach, soaking everything between us.

I grip her hips and thrust up hard—once, twice and deep. I grip her with all of my might, as I release. My grunt is sharp and primal as I spill my warm load inside of her, pulsing, groaning as her walls milk every drop from me.

She collapses onto my chest, laughing breathlessly, her lips finding mine in a slow, sated kiss. I hold her there, her skin warm against mine, my heart thudding through my ribs like I just ran a marathon.

The alarm continues its insistent beeping until Scarlett reaches over and silences it. She lifts her head from my chest, her hair falling in messy waves around her face.

"What time is it?" I ask.

She glances at the clock on her nightstand.

"Seven."

Seven. We need to be at the office by nine.

She shifts, starting to move off me, but I hold her in place for another moment, not ready to let her go.

"Are you going to the office in the same suit?" she asks, amusement coloring her voice.

I look at her, running my hand down her back.

"No. I have a closet at the office. Couple of suits, ties, everything I need."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Of course you do."

I smirk. "I'll take a shower here. If you don't mind."

"Of course not."

I give her ass a firmsmack, and she yelps, laughing.

"Just lay here and marinate for a while."

She swats at my chest as I slide out from under her and stand. My legs are steadier than they should be considering what we just did.

I head to her bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray. The water washes away the sweat and evidence of the morning, but it does nothing to erase the memory of her body against mine, the way she looked riding me with the sun streaming through the windows.

When I return to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, Scarlett is still in bed, propped up on one elbow watching me.