Page 114 of Every Move You Make

“Can you hear how wet she is from up there, Zay?”

“Yes.” He’s white-knuckling the steering wheel now. Knowing we turn him on like this is like sipping good whiskey and feeling its warmth radiate from your belly.

“That’s because she’s a good girl. That’s because her body is fucking perfect. Isn’t that right, darlin’?” When she doesn’t reply, I pump inside her hard and lean in to press my face against hers. “Answer me,” I growl, using a tone I don’t even recognize.

“Yes,” she shudders, but I don’t stop my angry thrusting.

“Yes what?” I rasp.

“Yes… my body is perfect.”

“That’s right. You have millions of followers and, if given the chance, every single one of them would worship the ground you walk on. They’d kiss your heels, lick your boots, and beg you to simply look at them.”

“But… only you,” she croaks, completely unable to hold her pleasure at bay. “I only want you guys.”

Isaiah’s eyes find mine again as if both of our hearts beat in tandem—as if we share one mind—and the gravity of what she means catches up to us. I was trying to make her see how desirable she is by talking about how many people want her, love her. But the weight of what it all means settles between us. She has an enormous following—bigger than mine—and no matter what she thinks, she could give a wink to any one of her fans and they’d scoop her up like the rarest ice cream flavor and savor every bite.

That sudden realization has me wondering what her ring size is and making a mental note to talk to my financial advisor.

We’re never letting her go.

Isaiah turns onto his street, and I know we’re only minutes away from his place so I kick up my rhythm to a sex toy-level of relentless vibration.

“Dell!” she cries, and I give myself an early award for turning her tears into something good. Her pussy throbs and spasms as she bucks against my hand, and the music we’re making is better than anything we could find on the radio.

Zay pulls into his dank little garage from the back alley and kills the engine as Robyn rides out the last of her orgasm in my lap.

Without a word, he’s shooting from his seat and whipping around to the back to open my door and haul Robyn out.Like a fucking caveman, he throws her over his shoulder and leaves me to follow him up to the townhouse, up three flights of stairs. Electricity flows in my veins from my rapidly beating heart. I’m worked up, hard as rock, and determined to make her see how beautiful she is no matter what she’s wearing.

When Isaiah reaches his room, he throws her on the bed and tears his T-shirt over his head in one fell swoop.

Okay, that’s hot.

I follow suit and join him on the bed where we hover over our flushed woman. As a team, we peel away her clothes as fast as humanly possible and descend on her breasts—each of us taking one in our mouth and lapping, sucking, tugging her light pink nipples until she’s arching her back and searching for more.

“Go get yourself ready, Zay,” I rasp. He knows exactly what I mean, and even though I know he wants to stay here and enjoy Robyn longer, he wants what’s coming to him too. I devour the pathetic little whimper he gives me before he’s shoving off to the bathroom.

The more Robyn moans, the harder the bar between my legs tries to punch its way out of my jeans. It’s like a heat-seeking missile that’s begging to be launched.

Down boy—we’re just getting started.

For the last week we’ve been warming her up to take us both, but it’s been proving to be a longer process. Not only is she incredibly tight back there, but she’s been scared to take anything more than one finger; and if she’s not relaxed enough, it’s definitely not going to happen.

She’s competitive though, that’s for damn sure. Even as we did our best to fruitlessly warm her up, she never wanted to give up. I realized if Isaiah or I didn’t call it quits for the night, she wasn’t either. So now I’ve learned to cut her off before she gets too worked up and frustrated with herself.

We’ll get there someday, and if we don’t, that’s perfectlyfine with me. Not everyone is meant to take a dick up their ass. Her pussy on the other hand is very,very goodat taking two.

Robyn

In the next ten seconds, if I don’t have a dick inside me one way or the other, I’m going to combust. Dell, however, has other plans that apparently involve swatting my hand away from unbuckling his belt.

“Please, Dell,” I whine, not caring how desperate I sound.

“No,” he says while flicking his devilish tongue across my nipple. “I like taking care of you.”

Until now, I hadn’t realized how his pleasure Dom ways can be both a blessing and a curse. He gives and gives andgivesuntil we’re incoherent messes waving a white flag—only then will he find his own release. I can't take it anymore. I need to please him like I need to breathe, and he has yet to let me suck him off. Him or Isaiah.

“I know you do,” I moan. “But I want to.”

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