Page 118 of Every Move You Make

Isaiah’s holding me so tight with one hand on my nape and the other digging into my waist—like if he lets go of me, everything will fall apart. “Fuck me,” he bellows.

“I’m trying,” Dell says huskily, but there’s a strong undercurrent of strain. “Why does your cock have to be so goddamn thick and pretty, Isaiah? Why does your pussy have to be so fucking hungry, Robyn, hmm?” With another strenuous push, Dell sinks in all the way and I’m definitely stretched to my limit. “Fuuuuck.”

“So perfect,” Dell sighs, his hands taking their place on my ass as he methodically pumps into me, finding a rhythm with Isaiah and making me feel so… damn…good. If I wasn’t already blindfolded, my eyes would shut on their own. A tasty little earlobe finds its way between my teeth and I nibble, causing Zay to shudder the same way I am.

“Let’s have some fun,” I whisper as softly as possible and he nods instantly. “Call him Daddy.”

His breathing changes for a brief moment like he’s blown out a giggle, and with the next surge of their cocks, Isaiah lets out a pussy-clenching whimper, “Yes, Daddy.”

Oh my god—there’s just something about a big grumpy Isaiah shedding his facade and giving into his inner submissive that has me hurtling dangerously close toward an orgasm. Joy and arousal clamor for dominance in my belly at his words, and I bite my lip for the toe-curling, impending wrath.

“Fucking hell,” Dell chokes out, and his hands grip me harder. He slams into me but between their holds on me, I barely move an inch. I’m locked in and I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

“Oh shit,” Zay grunts. “It’s too much. I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not,” Dell barks. “I swear to god, Isaiah, if you come too soon I will make you watch for the rest of the week with your dick in a cage.”

That unexpected mental image has me falling over the edge, my inner muscles seizing around them. “Don’t stop!”

“Daddy wouldn’t dream of it,” Dell growls, and every last one of my brain cells vanish in a haze.

“Not… fair,” Isaiah painfully musters out.

Together, my pussy and I weep, and when my climax flashes, it’s blinding, white-hot pleasure engulfs me. Words cannot be formed. Only animalistic noises erupt from our joined bodies.

When the smallest fraction of my brain reemerges, I realize they’re both completely still. Before I can say anything, they’re pulling out, and Zay is removing his body from underneath me. It seems coordinated, but I’m too lost in a fog of orgasmic bliss to hear anything.

The next thing I register are my ankles and wrists being untied, and I’m flipped on my back. With the blindfold still in place, I can only rely on my other senses for understanding, but I’m too lost in a sex-drunk cloud to care.

A yummy body with a fuzzy round belly settles on top of me, and pillow-soft whiskers nuzzle into my neck. Zay’s cock plunges into me without warning—or maybe therewas a warning, I don’t know. I can’t connect a single dot from my body to my brain, and I don’t want to. All I want is the heavy weight of a man pressing in and holding me close.

A sharp inhale from the hot body above me whispers into my mouth, followed by a low grunt. “Yes. Oh, god, Dell.”

“You’re doing great, baby. Stay still and push—yes. Just like that. That’s perfect.”

With Isaiah sheathed inside me for safe keeping, Dell opens him up. No, I can’t see it, but just imagining it has me building, building…

“Stop. Clenching,” Isaiah warns me with a tremble to his voice.

“She can’t help it,” Dell drawls, clearly amused by our state of arousal. “Can you, princess? And what would happen if I pushed…”

Isaiah releases a sudden gasp and his cock pulses inside of me.

“—that little spot.”

Zay does his best to collect himself, but it’s a losing battle. “Please, D-Dell. Please hurry. I need you. I need her.”

“I love it when you beg. You’re almost there, baby. Let’s see… one more finger,” he muses, sounding like some kind of villain scientist performing an experiment. “There he is. You think you’re ready?”

“Yes!” Isaiah barks, his impatience palpable.

Dell only chuckles before Isaiah inhales sharply. “Make that ass swallow my cock, baby.” With every inch pushed into him, Isaiah grows harder inside me. His coarse pubic hair scratches along my bare pussy, right where I was stretched, and I find myself chasing that beautiful scratch.

“Perfect,” Dell hums. “Ready when you are, baby.”

“Thank fuck,” he says and resumes his impressive thrusting.But now, they’re punctuated with the force of Dell behind him. Between the clapping of skin on skin, the tongue fucking my mouth is receiving, and the deft fingers that have just found their way to my clit, I’m back in my cloud and bucking mindlessly.

“Make her come one more time, and I’ll reward you.”

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