Page 117 of Every Move You Make

There’s a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. “Good girl.”

There’s a distinct bristle of a beard and pliant lips pressing against my skin on the other side, and four hands caress every muscle and curve of my body, every limb. Never would I have thought burning alive could be so pleasurable. Never would I have thought being commanded into body acceptance could be both erotic and tender.

I feel so loved.

With every graze of their hands and press of their lips, my pussy pulses in anticipation. I want to zip my legs together and grind against anything—a pillow, a thigh—hell, I couldprobably get off on nothing more than my crossed legs, but I’m stuck here, bound to each corner of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Isaiah whispers along my neck, his hands massaging my shoulders.

Dell trails his tongue along my lower spine before asking, “Are you forgetting how you struck me like lightning that first time we met on the street? Your glorious neck and strong shoulders were on display like the fucking goddess you are.”

That moment has replayed in my mind like a highlight reel since it happened. I’ve been catcalled and objectified enough times by strange men that walking down the street looking as fine as I felt that day should have put me on high alert. But the way Dell did it—the way true electricity and magic sparked between us the moment we locked eyes, the way he looked as if he’d been struck in the heart by Cupid’s arrow—I felt the opposite of objectified. I felt as though he could see into my soul and find himself already there. He saw his place amongst my flailing heart, right next to Isaiah.

“I remember,” I say wistfully. “You took my breath away with how handsome you were.”

“I think I could have married you on the spot.”

How ridiculous,I think, but a girlish thrill races through my body, causing me to tuck my forehead deeper into the mattress, my smile a mile wide and my body temperature spiking.

“I think she likes that,” Isaiah muses and nips at the juncture of my neck. His hands slide beneath and play with my breasts, sending another direct hit to my aching cunt. A hand slips between my legs and glides along the crease of my ass before dipping inside my wet center.

“Princess,” Dell coos, and it’s like I can hear his smirk. He presses two fingers between my lower lips and inserts. “Are you ready for your two, big boyfriends to cherish you?”

Truth be told I already feel like that, but my pussy is agreedy girl and she’s screaming at me to let them in. I bite my lip even though I know they can’t see it before whining, “Yes, Daddy.”

Dell pumps his fingers into me faster, and I nearly choke. “You keep that up and I’m going to rip that IUD out.”

“Jesus,” Isaiah mutters. “I thinkIjust got pregnant.”

My sentiments exactly.

“Get under her, Zay.”

Yes! Dom Dell is the fucking best.

With a bit of finagling, Isaiah shifts his body under mine as I starfish over him. I have just enough room to bend my arms a little. As soon as he’s settled, that hot bar between his legs finds my cunt, and he coats his shaft in my arousal—the arousal that’s been building since the car ride.

I love the way his chest hair feels against my soft skin. That tantalizing friction against my nipples only heightens my need. I love the way his belly gives way to me when I roll my hips against this.

Though Zay’s hands are on my back, his cock dances along my opening—Dell must be guiding him. The smell of coconut beard oil and cum swirl into a heady combination right before Isaiah plants a searing kiss on me. Our tongues tangle, our teeth fight, all of it aiding the anticipation of that first—

“Ughh,” we both groan into each other as he sinks in with one fast thrust.

“Yes,” our Dom rasps from behind us before his mouth fuses to where Zay’s length meets my flesh. While I’m making out with Zay, Dell’s down there making out with our sexes, and all the while a thick cock is pumping into me.

What did I do to deserve this kind of mind-blowing attention and skill? I should be paying for this!

Dell’s hands spread me open wider and he growls between noisy tongue-lashings, “You two taste so good.” Suddenly fingers make their presence known and slip innext to Isaiah’s cock, spreading me. “That’s it, baby.”

“Robyn,” the man beneath me moans, but it’s more like awe-struck wonder. “Why are you so good to me?” he asks, completely unable to detach from each other’s lips and skating his hands all over my back.

“Because I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dell lets out an audible breath. “You guys,” he drawls in a cutesy tone. “That was beautiful.” Then his tone shifts into something sinister, and there’s a second blunt tip pressing at my entrance, demanding access. “Now show me how you take two beautiful cocks.”

It’s so fucking tight, but he pushes his through the mind-melting stretch. “Yes,” I squeak, and my breath catches as he forces his way in.

---