Page 106 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

He grabs my throat and drags me to him. I squeak in surprise.

“You went bare all night with other men near you?”

I try to give an excuse, but he squeezes harder, so I clamp my mouth shut.

“You are only for us. I’ll have to remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

He rubs his fingers down my soaked entrance.

“You might need your other daddy too. Can you be good and let us both use your holes?”

My eyes widen, and I can’t speak, just nod. Thrill runs up my spine.

“Your ass is going to take me so good, Ettie.”

I bite my lip at the thought.

Julian undresses first. He notices me staring. I can’t help it. His arms have gotten more defined. He hasn’t worked as much, taking care of Elliot’s recovery and mine, so he spends more time in the gym. Oh, and he’s obsessed and protective over this baby like a psycho. My body stands no chance against his hotness.

Elliot rubs my wet entrance. I’ve been wet since Elliot gave me a wink and his hand brushed mine when he brought me a bottle of water.

Julian lies down next to me on the table and drags me into his lap. He lays me down across his chest.

We’ve done this before. And each time they fuck me harder. Julian doesn’t usually take my ass since he’s so thick. Not that Elliot is small. He’s longer, and his head is bigger than Julian’s. Together they destroy me, and I Iet them.

Elliot slaps the top of my thigh, and I yelp.

Julian palms my tit, and I squirm on top of him. His dick slides between my legs and rests on my inner thigh. I wiggle, wanting more of him, but he holds me in place with his palm across my belly.

“Where are you going?” I ask Elliot when he backs up.

“Needy little mama. I’m going to get lube out of my jacket. Although for your punishment I should just let Julian split you in two without any.”

I suck in my breath.

“You brought lube? How presumptuous,” I quip.

Julian pinches my nipple harder, and I hiss at the contact.

“We went too long without fucking out her sass, Julian. Better work her hard,” he says with an amused smile.

With the lube, he walks back over to me and pulls his shirt off his chest. His arm muscles tighten when he tugs his pants down.

“No underwear? Why am I in trouble when you did the same thing?” I frown.

Elliot walks between my spread thighs and Julian’s legs, his heavy cock swinging low and thick. He pulls me up slightly, holding my pussy open in both of his big palms like he owns it. The movement gives Julian the perfect position for his cock to spring between my ass cheeks.

Elliot leans in and licks me with one long, slow drag of his tongue, right from my dripping entrance up over my swollen clit.

His mouth is right next to Julian’s thick cock. So close that I can feel Elliot’s breath ghosting over both of us, but neither man even flinches. By now, they’re so used to sharing me like this that the sight of each other’s massive cocks doesn’t faze them at all.

Elliot stands up slowly, lips still glistening with my arousal. He grabs the bottle of lube and tilts it right over me, pouring a thick, generous stream directly onto my mound. The cool liquid pools for a second before it starts dripping down.

It slides over my swollen clit, coating my puffy pussy lips, and running lower to where Julian’s heavy cock is already nestled, hot and waiting. Every drop makes me slicker, messier, ready for whatever they want to give me.

Breathing hard, I reach around the firm, rounded swell of my pregnant belly. My fingers slide between my thighs and help spread the fresh lube, stroking it over my soaked pussy and all along Julian’s thick shaft until every inch of him is glossy and ready for my ass.

“Lift up, babydoll,” Julian rasps beneath me. “Sit back down on my dick.”