Page 97 of They All Own Me

“Gonna take good care of you,” he murmurs, pulling me close. His lips brush against mine in a tantalizing promise before he lifts me effortlessly and lays me back on the bed.

Connor crosses his arms and leans against the wall with a resigned sigh. “At least do me a solid and get her naked please.”

“My pleasure,” Dom says without looking away from me. He slides a hand down my body with deliberate slowness, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation.

I bite my lip to suppress a moan as his fingers trace over my curves.

“Don’t hold back,” Dom says softly but firmly. “I want them to hear every sound you make.”

His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I let out a breathy sigh as he continues to explore my body with practiced skill.

Isaac watches us intently from his seat on the window sill, green eyes dark with desire. “She’s all yours for now,” he says to Dom with a knowing smile.

Dom chuckles lowly and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You ready for round two?”

“More than ready,” I reply breathlessly.

Dom’s hands work quickly, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. He leans in, peppering kisses across my chest, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I moan softly, arching into him.

“You’re killing me,” I whisper, feeling the heat pooling low in my belly.

He grins against my skin before standing up to strip off his clothes. As he undresses, Connor gets up and moves to the foot of the bed. “I love you, man, but I'd rather see her ass than yours. I need a better vantage point,” he says with a smirk.

Dom laughs. “Fine by me.”

Connor’s hand reaches out to stroke my hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly.

“Like I’m on fire,” I admit, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

Dom positions himself between my legs, his gaze intense. “You ready for me?”

“Always,” I breathe.

He slides into me with one powerful thrust, and I see stars. My back arches off the bed as a gasp escapes my lips.

“God, Tatum,” He groans. “I always wondered what you’d look like writhing underneath me. That day on the jet wasn’t enough.”

“Then don’t stop,” I manage to say between breaths.

His rhythm is relentless, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Connor’s fingers continue to weave through my hair, grounding me amidst the overwhelming sensations.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dom growls, his voice rough with need. "Your pussy was made for us."

I can barely form coherent thoughts as pleasure builds rapidly within me. “Don’t stop,” I repeat, my hands clutching at the sheets.

Connor’s eyes darken as he watches us. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come undone,” he murmurs.

Dom’s pace quickens, driving me closer to the edge with each powerful movement. My body trembles beneath him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“I’m close,” I gasp.

“Hold on for me, baby,” Dom rasps, his voice rough with need. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

He adjusts his position, pushing deeper inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and a scream tears from my throat.

“That’s a girl,” he praises, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking good.”

Isaac’s voice is strained as he grates out, “Fuck,” his hand rubbing himself through his jeans. His green eyes are dark with desire, and the sight of him so turned on pushes me closer to the edge.

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