Page 115 of Every Move You Make

Removing his mouth, he leans up to join me face-to-face while slipping his fingers between my legs and rolling us to our sides. “Baby, I can get off from this alone,” he says, his eyes darkening and his meaning clear. He gently pinches my clit, still swollen and needy from my backseat climax, and I inhale sharply.

“This is what I love,” he coos. “The sight of you coming apart for me is everything I want.”

Daring to touch his stomach, I trace along where his warm skin meets denim. I try my best to collect my thoughts before speaking. “Yes, but… is that a hard limit for you?” When he doesn’t answer, I search those pools of chestnut brown. “Because if it’s not, then I’m begging you tolet me. I’m telling youI need it.”

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and stills his hand inside me. “No. It’s not a hard limit.”

Eagerly, I take the next logical step and surprise him by rolling him to his back, straddling his waist, and pinning his arms above his head. “Do you have any hesitations?” I ask sincerely.

The way his Adam’s apple bobs has me on edge once again. Shit. Did I already push this too far? Thankfully, he smiles.

“No, I just… It’s hard for me to give up control sometimes.”

An energetic little devil perches on my shoulder and whispers to me before I relay it to the Greek god staring up at me. Slowly I say, “Then tell me to do this. Tell me to take off your pants and put my soft lips around your aching cock.”

Tight hands grip both of my hips. “Fuuuck.”

Like a snake, I slither forward and roll my body against his, cascading my breath over his jaw. “What if I called you Daddy?”

“Princess,” he warns.

I don’t know where this new-found seductress has manifested itself from, but she’s fucking hot and I like her. “No one has ever taken care of me like you do. Wouldn’t you like for me to thank you… Daddy?”

And that’s it—he snaps.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Yes. Take my pants off.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scoot down and unfasten him as quickly as possible before ripping his jeans, briefs, and socks away.

Just like the rest of him, Dell’s length, with its slight up-curve and ruddy crown, is perfect. Dark blonde curls dust the base and short, manicured hairs lead to his navel. How dare this man be so delicious? He’s raw and rugged. When Isaiah told me about Dell riding a horse like a pro, Inearly came then and there.

I wonder if there’s a cowboy hat laying around here somewhere…

“Lick the tip.”

Oh, that’s right.

Fixing my eyes on his, he throws both arms behind his head and watches me with a hooded expression. Wetting my lips, I descend on him with a small o-shape, and gently suction his tip. When he exhales, I give a little flutter over his slit and his eyes roll back before giving me a sexy groan. “Yes, baby.”

With his mind distracted, I pleasure him with my own agenda. I want this to be slow and torturous. I want to take my time and learn every inch of him. I want him to know how fucking good I am at this.

Removing my mouth from his crown, I replace it with gentle fingertips caressing in small circles while I run my nose along his velvety shaft and nuzzle him.

Hot, wet kisses are placed on every available inch of his groin, shaft, balls, and taint before I lick a long stripe up the seam of his sac. The low, thunderous purring coming from the head of the bed has me surging with sexual power, and the precum I’m smearing between my fingers and his tip feels like I’m conducting some kind of sinful orchestra.

After a few more minutes of exploratory kisses, I slide a fist down his bulbous crown and back up, jerking him as gently as I can. With the other hand, I lift his testes and press my tongue firmly against his taint. I fight back a smile when his knees shoot up to either side and his hands fly down to grasp his thighs.

“Fuck, darlin’.”

Suddenly a naked Isaiah comes back into the room, and witnessing his jaw drop is its own kind of satisfaction. “Shegets to blow you?” he asks, quickly coming to my side and rubbing his hands all over Dell’s abdomen and legs.

“Do you want to help her?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then get down there and put that pretty little mouth to good use, Isaiah.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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