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I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m so full I can barely think. Zander is inside me, and Pascal is inside me, and I can feel both of them at once, separated by almost nothing.

“Oh my god,” I breathe.

“Talk to me. How does that feel?” Pascal says, his voice shaking now.

“Good. Amazing, actually.”

“You’re so tight, Nina.” Pascal pulls out, just an inch. “You feel incredible.”

“Tell us when,” Zander says.

I nod. I take a few more breaths. “Okay. Now.”

“Pascal, slow,” Zander says. “Match me.”

Zander rocks up into me, and Pascal draws back as he does. Then Zander pulls back, and Pascal pushes in. They find a rhythm between them, slow and steady, and I stop being able to tell where one stops and the other starts. It’s pressure and fullness and heat, and something building low in my stomach that feels completely different from anything I’ve ever felt.

“Don’t forget about me, sweetheart,” Jarek says.

He kneels up in front of me, cock hard in his hand, and grins. I lean forward, bracing my hands on Zander’s chest, and take him into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Jarek groans. “Okay. Okay, this is the best Christmas ever. Sorry, Santa. But I’m okay with being on the naughty list this year.”

I laugh around him, and he groans louder.

I lose track of everything after that. Zander’s hands on my hips, guiding me. Pascal’s chest against my back, his breath hot on my neck. Jarek’s hand in my hair and his shaft in my mouth. Zander keeps them in rhythm with a few low words—“slower,” “deeper,” “hold there”—and Pascal keeps murmuring in my ear, telling me I’m perfect, that he loves me, that I feel so good.

Jarek pulls back when I start moaning too much to keep him in my mouth. He’s breathing hard.

“Not yet,” he says, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I’m pacing myself. Unlike some people.”

“I heard that,” Zander grits out.

“You were meant to.”

The feeling inside me keeps building. It’s deeper than any orgasm I’ve had, heavy and spreading, filling my whole pelvis and my thighs. My pussy clenches around Zander, and when it does, I clench around Pascal too, and they both groan.

“Nina,” Pascal breathes. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Eyes on me,” Zander says.

I look down at him. His gray eyes are dark, and his face is flushed. His hands grip my hips, guiding me.

My climax starts in my stomach and rolls outward. My whole body clenches around both of them at once, hard, then again, and again. I can feel both of them inside me while I pulse around them. I shake so hard that Pascal wraps an arm around my waist to hold me up. It goes on and on, longer than any orgasm I’ve ever had, until tears are running down my cheeks and I can’t catch my breath.

“That’s our girl,” Pascal says roughly in my ear. “Feel it. Good girl, Nina. Take it all and feel it.”

Zander groans below me. His fingers dig into my hips. I feel his control snap. He thrusts up into me hard, twice, three times, and comes with a low, harsh sound, his whole body tensing beneath me. I can feel him pulse inside me, warm, and it pulls another tremor out of me.

For a moment, all of us are still. Zander’s chest rises and falls under my hands. Pascal is still buried inside me, holding perfectly still, his breath shuddering against my neck.

“Are you okay?” Pascal whispers. “Do you want to stop?”

I’m trembling. Everything is so sensitive. But I don’t want this to end.

“No,” I breathe. “Keep going.”

“You sure?” Jarek asks, cupping my face. For once, he isn’t joking.