Page 103 of Every Move You Make

“No,” Dell says quickly. “Video sex is not something I’m comfortable with anymore.”Oh, shit.Of course he’d feel that way. My heart drops thinking of his vengeful ex and what he did to Dell; thinking of all the content he made as a result. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I stillvery muchwant to listen to this.”

“Okay,” Robyn pants, leaning into my chest, eager for the next command. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, darlin’, you may put your hands anywhere you’d like at any point. Zay, have you ever gotten a woman off before with your fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You both need to be quiet. Zay, I want you to gently,gently,stroke one finger through that sweet, heavenly slit between her legs.” Robyn’s hands find my thighs as I drag my fingertip against her bare entrance. “Tell me what you feel, baby.”

“She’s wet,” I whisper. “And so soft.”

“Use your other hand to play with her breasts. Tweak them and then dip into her pussy; really coat your finger.” Robyn lets out a soft moan, lolling her head against my shoulder and caressing the hair on my thighs as I obey.

“Is he hard, Robyn? Can you feel him behind you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Put your mouth against her ear,” he commands me. “She needs to hear every breathy moan you make. Now find her clit and circle it.”

“Oh,” she gasps.

“Shh shh shh,princess. Be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

“No.”

“No,” he drawls in a teasing tone. “Because you don’t want anyone to know how your coach is fucking you with his fingers. How you came into his room late at night with your desperate, wet pussy, and begged him to take care of you. No. That would beverybad.”

With eyes closed, Robyn nods her head against my shoulder as if Dell can sense her agreement. I press my finger against her clit a little harder and watch her abdominals clench. She chases my touch, urging me for more.

“So needy,” I whisper in her ear, and she whimpers inresponse.

“Say it in Spanish,” she begs.

“Did that get you going earlier?”

She nods.

“Tan necesitada,” I whisper.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Dell groans in our ears as Robyn shivers.

“No tienes idea de lo que estoy diciendo. Pero no importa, ¿verdad?” /You have no idea what I’m saying. But it doesn’t matter, does it?

Her chest caves in as she bites her lip, and I dig into her soft flesh a little more.

“Use both hands, Zay,” Dell rasps. “Two fingers on her clit, and two fingers pumping inside her.” Swallowing my fingers in a rush, her body accepts me and I imagine it’s my cock sinking deep into her. Writhing in my arms, her nails dig into the meat of my legs right over my old rugby team crest. I’m positive she’s leaving dig marks that I would gladly tattoo there for the whole world to see—so that everyone knows who I belong to. I love how worked up she gets, and for the first time, she’s getting worked up frommytouch.

From my fingers.

Fromme.

“Go for the kill,” Dell says in a dark, velvety tone. “Rub fast and don’t give up.” She turns her face into my neck, panting and near tears. Her legs try to close, but I hook mine over and pin them wide.

“Quédate así. Con tu coño en exhibición. Entonces, si alguien entrara aquí, lo vería todo. Verían mis dedos volviéndote loca.” /Stay just like this. With your cunt on display. So if anyone walked in here they'd see everything. They'd see my fingers making you crazy.

Every muscle in her body tightens, and my fingers are trapped in her channel while the other ones keep their pressured rhythm, strumming across her clit in a frenzy. “I’m coming,” she hisses.

“Shh,” Dell soothes. “That’s it, princess. Come as quietly as you can.” She holds on to my thighs for dear life and chokes through her divine orgasm. My god, she’s beautiful. Before she can take her first deep inhale, Dell is commanding me again. “Lay her down and clean up the mess you made, Coach.”

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