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"No."

"Please!" she pleaded.

Louis's breath was hot against her ear, "Sweetheart, I'm not the one between your legs. You have to ask Harry... probably have to beg, at this point."

When she looked up, Harry was staring down intensely, his green eyes overshadowed by his blown pupils.

"Harry, I want you inside me."

His engorged head slid up, past her opening and beyond her erect cluster of nerves, slicking over her mons so it cooled when he dragged himself back.

"Jill..." his tone had a warning edge to it.

"Fuck me, Harry! I'm on fire, I need it. Okay, okay, I'm begging, please, please let me come."

"Now there's a good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked as he charged into her.

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