Page 96 of They All Own Me

He chuckles, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “Have you two had a chance to taste our girl?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at Dom and Connor.

Connor shakes his head, eyes locked on me. “Not yet.”

Dom smirks. “Got a sample once. Not the full course.”

“Well,” Isaac says, his green eyes darkening as he looks back at me. “You're missing out.”

His mouth returns to its task with renewed fervor, and I can barely keep myself from crying out. His tongue works me expertly, each flick and swirl driving me wild.

“Oh God,” I moan.

But just as I'm teetering on the edge, he pulls away. The sudden loss of contact makes me whimper in frustration.

“Cruel,” Dom comments with a laugh.

“Sadistic,” Connor agrees.

Isaac's eyes glint mischievously. “I want to hear you fucking beg for it, Tatum.”

“Please,” I whisper.

“Louder.”

“Please fuck me with your tongue, Isaac,” I say more urgently. “Make me cum.”

“That’s better.” He dives back in with a vengeance, his tongue thrusting inside me with precision and intensity.

My hands strain against the cuffs as pleasure builds rapidly within me. It’s like nothing I've ever felt before – raw and overwhelming.

“Isaac!” I cry out as I come undone, my body trembling uncontrollably.

When he finally pulls away, he's breathing heavily. “Almost came in my pants,” he admits with a grin. “Haven’t done that shit since middle school.”

I laugh breathlessly, still coming down from the high. “Glad I could help you relive your youth.”

Dom jumps up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Alright, my turn. Ready to get wrecked, princess?”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. At least let’s arm wrestle for it.”

“Arm wrestle? With you?” Dom scoffs, flexing his bicep for emphasis. “You’d be at a disadvantage, man.”

Connor shakes his head, black shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “Fine, rock paper scissors again then. Let’s see if your luck holds out.”

Isaac smirks from the side, still catching his breath from our earlier escapade. “This oughta be good.”

They face off, hands poised and ready. “Rock, paper, scissors!” they chant in unison.

Dom’s rock crushes Connor’s scissors.

“Well, fuck,” Connor mutters.

Isaac bursts out laughing. “Told ya, mate. You’ve got the worst luck.”

I can’t help but giggle at their antics. There’s something endearing about these three bickering like boys over a favorite toy – except in this case, I’m the prize.

Dom turns to me with a predatory gleam in his eye. “Looks like I’m up next.” He reaches for the cuffs around my wrists and unlocks them with a deft flick of his wrist.

I rub my wrists as they’re freed, feeling the warmth of Dom’s touch lingering on my skin.

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