Page 107 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

I brace my hands on the table and rise just enough. Julian’s thick head presses against my rim. I sink down slowly, working him in, inch by inch. The stretch is sharp and perfect, my ass opening around him while it burns so good.

Elliot helps me drop down until my ass is flush against Julian’s hips, every thick inch of him buried deep inside me.

“Fucking tight,” Julian groans beneath me, voice rough and awed.

“Even with your ass trying to push me out, you’re still working to pull me in deeper. That’s our good girl.”

Elliot stares at me with pure, dark lust burning in his eyes. At the sight of my ass stretched wide around his friend’s thick shaft his own dick jerks visibly.

He leans over me slowly, careful of the rounded swell of my belly, and cups one of my heavy breasts in his big palm. His rough finger brushes across my nipple once.

A warm, pearly bead of milk forms at the tip for the very first time.

Elliot’s breath catches. “Holy shit… Lee.” His voice drops. “Your tits are leaking because we bred you so deep.”

He lowers his head and seals his mouth around my nipple, sucking slow and hungry.

The first hot rush of milk hits his tongue, and he groans loudly against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through my breast.

He drinks me down greedily, deep pulls that make more milk flow for him, swallowing every drop like he’s been starving for this exact taste of what they did to my body.

“Ettie, I can’t wait to taste that creamy milk,” Jullian says. His hand tweaks my other nipple.

Julian starts to rock, slow. It burns, and he’s barely moving. He’s giving me time to stretch around him, but I don’t think all the time in the world could prepare me.

“Fuck, she’s sweet,” he says softly against my wet skin, lips shiny with my milk.

Julian’s hands stay cradled under my belly, supporting the weight of the baby they put in me while he stays buried to the hilt in my ass. “Keep drinking her, El. The second she let down, her ass clenched me so tight.”

I love it when they talk about me like I’m not here. Just using me for their pleasure. I don’t know why, but it’s so hot.

Julian rocks into me with slow, deliberate strokes. “I want to taste her.”

Elliot pulls off my nipple, lips wet and shiny. He glances over my shoulder at Julian, eyes dark.

“Open.”

I feel Julian’s mouth part against my temple without hesitation.

Elliot sucks me again. Then he leans over, one hand braced beside my head, and spits the mouthful of warm milk straight into Julian’s waiting mouth. A thin string of milk and spit stretches between them for a second before it breaks.

Julian groans low in his throat as he swallows it down, his cock throbbing hard inside my ass.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I say.

Elliot smirks. His eyes lock where Julian is rocking in and out of my ass. He hasn’t gone hard yet, but it’s coming if I want. And I fucking want it.

“Fuck taking turns,” he growls, voice raw. “I’m getting in that ass with you.”

Julian jerks hard inside me.

“Elliot… I don’t know…” My protest is weak, already fading as Julian reaches around my belly. His fingers find my swollen clit, and he starts rubbing, melting every ounce of hesitation out of me.

“You just gushed on my hand, babydoll,” Julian whispers against my ear, voice warm and full of praise. “Just let go for us. You’re doing so well already letting me use this pretty ass.”

Elliot holds his thick cock in his fist and sets the blunt, leaking head right against my already stuffed rim. “This pregnant little ass is ours. I want it stretched and ruined tonight, and you’re going to give it to me.”

Julian stills as Elliot fights against my resistance to get inside.