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It’s all the warning he gives her as he pulls out, thrusting in again as she gags around him, her groan reverberating against his shaft.

I step up beside Maverick, adding my fingers to the mix and rubbing her swollen clit as Maverick pumps his fingers, the wet noises filling the air as our little thief moans around Enzo’s cock.

“I think, since it’s such a special day, that a double gift is in order,” I murmur, and Maverick pulls his fingers out, spreading her cheeks wide as his hand moves to unbutton his jeans.

My hand drops down too, and I duck around the bench, leaning over to look into Zella’s eyes. She makes a muffled noise, and Enzo pauses his movements.

“You think you can take both of us?” I ask her slowly, cupping her chin. “Both Maverick and I sinking inside you, stretching that pussy and ass wide open?”

Another garbled noise comes from her throat, and Enzo picks up the pace. “That was a yes,” he translates. “In case you didn’t hear it.”

Whistling, I trace my fingers down her spine as I move back to where Maverick has his dick nestled at her opening. He rubs his head up and down her slit, tapping her ass in gentle remonstration when she pushes back against him. “Patience, Zella.”

The sound that comes from her throat is one hundred percent disgruntled female, and I grin as I step up to the plate. Maverick sinks into her slowly, his hand settling between her shoulder blades as he holds her down. Sliding my hand down, I gather some of the wetness from her pussy, sliding my hand up and circling her ass with my thumb. It clenches around me when I test it, sliding my thumb inside and feeling the muscles tighten.

“Relax, princess,” I murmur. Maverick moves slowly, sliding in and out, finding a rhythm with Enzo’s movements as Zella twitches and shakes underneath us. Enzo pulls out completely, and she half moans, half sobs.

“I can’t,” she gasps. “It’s too much.”

“You were made for us,” I push my thumb in further, stretching her as she cranes her head back to look at me, her eyes heavy and languid. “Made to take us, little thief. So bend over, and take it like a good girl.”

She melts at the smallest amount of praise, and it’s fucking delicious to feel the way she relaxes around my touch. Pulling out my thumb, I push back in slowly with two fingers, adding a third as she squirms around us.

Maverick’s hands flex on the smooth globes of her ass, his fingers tightening into the skin as the tendons stand out in his neck from the urge to thrust. “Ryder.”

I shuck my jeans off, stroking my cock in my hand as I climb over him. “Watch the balls, they’re delicate,” I quip, and Mav swats my ass as I move in front of him.

“Jesus,” he mutters, as I wiggle it for good measure.

“That’s what they all say.” Balancing myself, I take a deep breath as I notch the head of my cock to the tight ring. Enzo slows his movements as I begin to push inside. “Deep breaths, little thief.”

She’s panting, her body completely lax under us as Maverick holds her steady on his cock and I push inside her, taking my time, until I bottom out.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my forehead damp with perspiration. “Feels so fucking good, princess.”

I run my hand down her spine, and she arches. Pinned beneath us, she tries to push back as she pulls her mouth away from Enzo. “More.Harder.”

Yes, ma’am.

The room fills with the obscene sound of fucking as the three of us find our rhythm, moving in and out. Zella moans, a low thrum, and Enzo curses.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says roughly. He tips Zella’s head back, and she clenches around us, her muscles fluttering around me drawing a hot prickling from the base of my spine.

Maverick starts moving faster, his hips thrusting underneath me as Enzo roars his release, pumping into Zella’s mouth. He releases her with murmured praise, and she buries her head into the bench, her nails sinking into the leather as we push harder and harder.

“Come for us, Zella,” Maverick demands, and she cries out as he twists his hips. Her muscles start to flutter, and my release hits like a fucking truck as she cries out, the sound gravelly and raw as we fill her up.

Maverick pulls out first, his release leaking from her as I follow and he grabs my shoulder to help me off the bench. When I catch my balance, he’s already unbuckling Zella, Enzo doing the same as she breathes heavily, her eyes closed.

“Best. Christmas. Ever,” she breathes.

I completely fucking agree.

53 – Maverick – six months later

Ipressaglassof champagne into Zella’s hand. She spins to me, her face glowing with delight.

“To your achievements,” I say softly. I clink our glasses together. “And to all the ones still to come.”

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