The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

His shaft slid smoothly along her inner walls. He slung one of her legs over his hips, forcing her to relinquish her hold on him. Her palms flattened against his shoulder blades instead, keeping him plastered to her. Sam’s hand on her ass angled her hips just so and he plunged deeper into her. They easily fell into a sensual rhythm that had them grinding together and Scarlet opening further to him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “You feel amazing.”

His thrusts were long and full, unhurried despite the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He kissed her possessively, amping up the passion and the need that arced between them.

This wasn’t at all what he’d experienced with those other women, following cassidy’s death. Those encounters had been brief. Minimal to no kissing. Mostly anonymous with her bent over a desk in a hotel room or pressed up against the door. Quick and physically gratifying, but no more than that.

With Scarlet, he could stay buried in her warm depths forever. She moved in sync with him. Tasted as sensational as she felt. Even the hint of her floral perfume seduced and enticed him. Sam was completely consumed by desire, but she also stirred something inside him. Tugged at heartstrings he’d long since thought had been severed.

Also knowing that she’d been with Michael sparked dark yearnings. Sam couldn’t help but think of how mind-blowing it would be for him and his stepbrother to pleasure her at the same time.

Turn her soft whimpers into throaty moans. Make her come twice as hard.

Spurred by that fantasy, his hand glided along the cleft of her ass, down to where their bodies were joined, and he collected some of her cream on his middle finger, then circled the rim of her anus.

He asked, “Did Michael—”

“No,” she hastily said in a breathy tone. “Not there.”

“Has anyone been here?”

“Just toys.”

Fire roared through him. “That’s good to know.” In terms both of him being her first—and the fact that she was already primed for what he wanted to do to her.

As he pumped into her pussy, his finger penetrated the small hole and she let out an excited cry.

Sam’s hips rocked faster and she maintained the tempo with him. He drove deep, working her from both angles. Her broken breaths filled the quiet room and resonated within him, pushing him close to the edge.

Her body felt so fucking good against his, and she milked his shaft with her inner muscles, clenching and releasing until his own breathing was ragged and his pulse echoed in his ears. His heart hammered and the blood in his cock surged and throbbed.

He kissed her once more, turned on by her supple lips and velvety tongue. His hips bucked harder, faster. She didn’t miss a beat. Her nails clawed at his back and her leg that was wrapped around his waist tightened so that he was pinioned to her.

Shudders ran through her. She practically vibrated beneath him.

Tearing his mouth from hers, Sam murmured, “Come for me.”

“I couldn’t stop it if I tried.” Her eyes glimmered and danced. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were swollen from his kisses.

She was even more stunning in the throes of passion, and Sam committed every little thing about her to memory.

“You’re so deep inside me,” she said. “Perfect spot. It’s so fantastic—everything you do to me is so incredible.”

He would have kissed her again, but she clamped down on her lower lip. Her eyelids dipped. Her pussy clutched him firmly and Sam thrust harder into her.

“Yes,” she moaned. Her head fell back. “Oh, God, yes. Just like that.”

He kept pumping, pushing her higher.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh, Christ—yes!”

She squeezed him tighter and called out his name. Sam lost it, too.

“Ah, fuck!” His body convulsed, his cock pulsated, and he filled her pussy with his hot cum as she continued to move with him, drawing out every ounce of their orgasms.

Sam hadn’t thought he could ever come so explosively after Cassidy.

He’d been wrong. Way wrong.