Page 71 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“You know I am very skilled at quick. I’m not like my twin,” I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.
Piper’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but her eyes still sparkled with laughter. “Dakota! Be nice.”
“Oh, I’m about to beverynice,” I muttered, grabbing the door handle and pushing it open.
The office was neat and meticulously kept. My twin had an organizational system in place, so every pen and paper clip had a home.
“It’s so neat,” Piper muttered.
“I know. It’s not normal. Really, we are doing him a service by messing it up a bit.”
A snort escaped Piper. “Sure, you tell yourself that.”
As riveting as our conversation was, I had a mission to complete, and that was to fuck my sweet mate. Messing up my brother’s desk was an excellent silver lining, though.
Clutching at her hips, I turned her so she was facing the desk, that pert ass in front of me. Piper’s hands landed on the desk, and her perfume bloomed, letting me know she was all for my idea.
Resting on her elbows, the minx stuck her ass out farther, tempting me.
“Brat,” I muttered, lightly slapping her ass.
“Takes one to know one!” She laughed as my hand lifted the skirt of her sundress.
The scrap of fabric she was wearing could hardly be called underwear, but I fucking appreciated it more than anything. It showcased the globes of her ass with utter perfection.
“As much as I love these undies, they’ve got to go,” I muttered, sliding them down her legs, the scent of her arousal hitting me in the face.
God, nothing had ever smelled so fucking good.
Kneeling, I lapped at her folds, unable to resist a quick taste.
“Delicious as always,” I muttered, circling her entrance with two fingers before thrusting deep, stretching her around me.
“Fuck.” Piper’s moan was low and guttural.
“We’ll be fucking soon,” I laughed, before resuming my exploration. Her juices leaked down my hand, eager and messy.
Once I was certain she was close and totally warmed up, I withdrew my fingers and stood up to full height.
“This is a fan-fucking-tasic sight,” I mumbled, admiring her ass.
“Well, I can’t say the same thing, but you can make it up to me by hurrying the hell up,” Piper giggled.
She was facing the wall, bent over the desk, so it wasn’t like she was getting a good view of my god-like physique—that would have to wait until next time.
“Such an impatient little omega,” I tutted, one hand on her hip, the other undoing the button of my jeans so my cock could spring free.
I could say all the poetic stuff about Piper’s pussy, but ultimately, it was just perfect, andmine.
“Unfortunately, there’s not going to be a knot today, as we are on a time crunch.” I pouted, even though she couldn’t see me.
“There are three other knots on this ranch. I can always go find one,” she said, wiggling her hips.
Why was that thought both exciting and infuriating?
Probably because I wanted her to take my knot, but also if she was taking a knot from one of our pack mates, there was a damn good chance I could get a front-row seat to the best in-person porn out there.
“I’m fine with that,” I shrugged. “I’ll just watch and take notes.”
