Page 116 of Every Move You Make

“Oh my god,” he groans. “You two with this Daddy shit is gonna have me—ughh!” Dell grunts as Zay replaces my hand on his shaft with his own and immediately takes him down to the root. With both hands available, I now fondle his sac as my tongue explores.

Dell places a hand on the back of our lover’s head and holds tight to the dark brunette strands. Isaiah’s hair is about three inches in length, and I never noticed just how grippable it is until this very moment.

We’re working in tandem to drive Dell up a wall, and I’m loving the team energy we’re applying to this blowjob. Look at us go! Dell’s losing his mind and starting to thrust, I’m turned the hell on and ready to ride someone (or two someones), and Isaiah is sucking dick like he’s done it a hundred times.

He probably did a lot of research for this too.

Nerd.

Sexy, beefy, no-longer-a-virgin jock nerd.

I’m wet.

Isaiah rips his head away to gasp, a long trail of saliva billowing in his departure before he swiftly lowers himself again—his hand leading the way down Dell’s cock in forceful strokes.

“Yes,” he croaks, his muscles tensing everywhere, his balls pulling in tight, right before he says, “I’m gonna come,” and jerks Isaiah’s head away just in time to hold his head in place and shoot rope after rope of cum all over his face. It lands in Zay’s dark beard and across his nose, forehead, and cheeks. It lands across the biggest smile Isaiah Johanssen has ever had.

Holy fucking shit.

In a flash Dell is sitting upright and pulling us with him. He frantically licks Isaiah’s entire face, beard and all, while stroking my hips and backside as I straddle his quad, definitely leaving a wet spot. “You two did so well. Oh, my sweet, sweet,” he pants, then switches to kiss me, “delicious… little pets.”

Ooooooh I like that.

Something seems to unlock in him when I whimper between passionate kisses, because one moment I’m humping his thick tattooed leg, relaxing into his mouth, and the next he’s off the bed, walking to Isaiah’s closet and coming out with several silk ties.

He knots two of them together and without looking up, he asks, “How do you feel about bondage, Robyn?”

I can’t look away from his big, strong hands as the fabric slices between his fingers. “Never done it. Sounds hot.”

“Good. Lay face down on the bed. Tie her wrists to the bed frame, Zay. Leave a little slack for wiggle room.”

A frisson of desire tickles inside my pussy and shoots up into my brain before I squeal and flip over, bouncing with glee. Dell has me raise my ass in the air, and he ties my ankles to each corner at the foot of the bed as Isaiah does the same for my wrists at the head.

“Mmm,” a low, masculine growl rumbles, and Dell blindfolds me with one last tie. Then he’s murmuring in the shell of my ear, “You’re going to listen to me.”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

“If you wanna tap out, just tell me, baby.StoporNois all you need to say.”

“Okay,” I say, unable to hide my giddiness. I can’t see them, but the bed dips on either side, and large hands are smoothing over my back and legs, then up to my neck and down my arms.

Dell speaks. “Do you know why you’re tied up like this?”

“Because I called you Daddy?”

Isaiah’s answering chuckle is the first thing I hear before Dell releases a playfully indignant sigh. “No, princess.” Fingertips trace up the shallow dip in my spine to my upper back, sending a blanket of goosebumps over my skin. “It’s because we want to worship your shoulders. We want them wide and on display for us. We want you tofeelhow much we love your body.”

Oh.

“And you don’t fucking hide it for anyone,” he grits out, his voice like gravel.

I’m stunned for a moment as I lay here with my face in the sheets. He’s right though. I know he is. I project this message to my fans that they don’t need to hide themselves, that they should take up space and be proud of what their bodies are capable of, no matter how big or small. But we’re all human aren’t we? We all falter, and self-doubt creeps in and offers us the easy way of thinking—the harmful way of thinking.

And here I am with two watchful sets of eyes, waiting to slap that bullshit out of my head when it finds a weak spot to worm itself in.

“Do you understand me?” Dell asks again.

I swallow and nod. “I won’t hide them for anyone.”

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