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"Ready, love?" Louis placed a kiss below her navel and looked up through his lashes.

Smiling down, Jill glided her fingertips over his cheek and into his hair. When she sensed Harry's grip tighten around her midriff, she lifted her other hand to the back of his neck and held on tight. He dropped a kiss on her temple.

"I'm ready."

"Together, Harry."

Louis' head dipped and Jillian felt his lips fasten onto her clitoris. At the same moment, Harry pulled her down and slowly thrust up. The combined sensations of delicious pressure and slow stretch caused her eyes to roll back and her grip to constrict.

"Bloody hell! So wet, but tight at the same time. Jillian..."

"Oh my God, Louis, Harry, I..."

"Don't let her move, H, hold onto her, tight. She's gonna love this."

"Louis," she ground out, "I need to move. I don't have any leverage."

"Trust us, love. Don't think you've ever experienced an orgasm like the one you're about to have,  so let us do the work and you just hold on. Slow and deep, Harry, and don't fucking come."

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