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... her stomach. Harry kissed her while he unhooked her bra, and I kissed her clit over her panties, making her shiver. I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down slowly. I kissed my way back up to her mouth, avoiding the area where she needed it most. She was trembling, begging to be touched in some way. Harry was the first to satisfy her, slipping two fingers in her core. She moaned, bucking her hips. The sounds she was making were so hot, but I couldn’t let Harry be the only one giving her pleasure. I slid my hand down her stomach while I lightly kissed her collar bone. My middle finger teased her clit while my tongue swirled around her nipples until she was pleading with me for more. Her breathless moans filled the room as I applied more pressure to the sensitive nub. “Tell me how you feel, love,” Harry instructed. “Mmm, fuck, it feels so good. You both feel so fucking good,” she moaned. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up for a kiss I was more than willing to give, my tongue licking the inside of her mouth hungrily. Harry buried his face in her neck, leaving sloppy kisses on her skin. “Faster,” she panted. “Both of you.” Harry took the opportunity and grabbed her face, pressing his lips to hers as he sped up. It was my turn to mark her neck as I rubbed her clit in quick circles. “Ohhhh shiiiiit,” she mewled. “Don’t stop.” She was writhing beneath us, her face contorted in pleasure. Watching her was making me harder than I could ever remember being. “God, ...

... yeah, right there!” she called out. “Are you close baby?” I whispered in her ear before licking the shell of it. “Fuck yeah, so close,” she whined. “Come on baby, let it go,” Harry coaxed. She came with a loud cry, her legs shaking and her eyes fluttering closed. Harry pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. “Tastes good,” he commented before pecking her on the lips. He climbed off the bed and turned to me with a smirk. “How about we save the best for last?” His comment angered me, but I didn’t let it show. He sauntered off to the chair off to the side of the bed and plopped himself into it. I felt the bed shift, followed by a pair of lips on my ear. “How do you want me?” (Y/N) whispered. I groaned and turned to her, pressing my lips to hers roughly. “Hands and knees,” I told her. She obeyed, settling on all fours and looking back at me. I stripped myself of my jeans and boxers and tossed them aside; I pumped myself a few times at the sight of her before moving behind her. I grabbed myself and pushed inside her slowly. Her head dropped and she let out a loud, long moan. She was even tighter than I’d imagined, and I groaned when I was in as far as I could be. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I mumbled. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me each time I thrust forward. “Fuuuuck, Niall! God yeah, that feels so good,” she whined. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy like this?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Yes, god yes,” she panted. She leaned down onto her ...