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“Yes,” I finally whisper. I’m curious, and I don’t want this to end.

“My pleasure.”

This time, his spank is a tiny bit harder. “Eleven,” I somehow manage.

All of a sudden Link is crouched next to me. “Spread your legs more.”

Since I take my time responding, Pax bounces his knees, and Link parts my thighs.

Pax goes on, his next slap sending a rush of warmth through me, leaving me teetering between discomfort and ecstasy.

“Twelve.”

Link eases his hand up the inside of one of my thighs and continues until he reaches the apex.

“So fucking wet, little dove.”

Even his words arouse me more.

Pax clamps my waist harder, holding me prisoner while Link explores my pussy.

Desperately I squirm against Pax’s lap, wordlessly pleading with them to continue.

“Tell us. Ask for what you want,” Link commands.

He slides a finger inside me, angling it to find a spot so amazing and sensitive that I gulp in air and lift my head.

“Like that?”

Oh God. “Yes.”

He presses a fingertip against me and Pax spanks me again. The tiny shocks send me soaring.

“What number was that?”

As if I have any idea.

“Tessa?” he prompts.

“Lost count.”

“Thirteen.”

“Okay.” I nod. No matter what he had said, I would have agreed.

“How many more?”

“I… Just keep going?” How long should it last? Am I supposed to say something specific?

Then I lose my train of thought as Link slides two fingers in and out of me, taking time to tease my clit as he does.

Pax continues. Between his stinging spanks and Link’s demands, I barely remember to count.

I’m helpless, instinctively lifting my hips while trying to grind myself against the heel of Link’s hand.

“Twenty?” I guess after Pax’s hand lands once again.

“Close.”

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