Page 68 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

My pussy clamps down around him as the overwhelming stretch turns into white-hot pleasure. I can feel every knuckle, every ridge, pressing against my inner walls. Wetness gushes around his wrist and travels down my thighs in hot rivulets.

“Fuck yes,” Elliot groans, voice rough with dark satisfaction. “Feel that? My whole fist inside your tight little cunt. You’re clenching so hard around me. This is what you needed, to be stuffed so full you can’t even run that smart mouth.”

He starts to move, and I whine around Julian’s cock.

“Taking us so well. I knew you could.”

Elliot scoffs and gives Julian a narrow gaze. “Make her take it better,” he says to Julian. “Choke on your daddy’s cock, Lee.”

Elliot gives me slow, deep thrusts of his fist, grinding against that perfect spot inside me. Every motion sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“Such a greedy girl for us both. Come for me, while he comes for you.”

He twists his hand. I am dead. It’s pain and pleasure and a whole new level of relief I wasn’t aware I even needed.

A raw, strangled scream tears out of me as the orgasm slams into me harder than anything I’ve ever felt. My pussy spasms violently around his fist, milking him, trying to pull him even deeper.

Uncontrollable trembles rack my whole body, and my vision whites out at the edges. The oddest sensation comes, and I almost think I’m going to pee. Warm milky spurts squirt out of my pussy, soaking his arm and the sheets beneath me.

Euphoric.

Elliot works me through every violent pulse, hard and relentless, until I’m shaking and gasping, and completely wrecked.

“Swallow, babydoll.”

It's the only warning I get before my mouth is flooded with Julian's thick release. I suck hard around him, taking everything he gives me while he watches. My throat works desperately, and his fingers settle against the column of my neck, following the slow movement as I swallow him down.

Julian eases out of my mouth at the same moment Elliot carefully withdraws his fist. The loss hits me everywhere at once. Tears slip down my temples. I’ve never come this hard or had two men. Fuck.

I breathe in, trying to calm my racing pulse.

My pussy feels achingly empty for a second, still pulsing and leaking everywhere.

Between my legs, Elliot pulls on his long dick. I almost cringe seeing he’s dripping with my cum down his elbow. He drags the head through the mess between my legs in one slow, filthy pass. I whimper, and my hips keep twitching. The tears haven’t stopped.

Elliot strokes his soaked cock. His eyes stay locked on the mess he’s made of me. He suddenly slaps my inner thigh, and the sting blooms hot.

“Fuck. What was that for? I’m being good.”

“Good girls don't cry,” Elliot scolds. His arrogant smirk should not be so sexy. “They stay quiet and let daddy play with his toy. Spread your legs wide. I want to see you gape for me. I’m going to fill your used sloppy hole with my cum.”

“Elliot,” I say. I don’t even know what I’m pleading for right now. More, less, maybe both, maybe I need everything.

His cock jerks in his fist the second I spread my legs wide, holding myself open the way he wants. The cool air hits my swollen lips and give me a bit of relief.

I turn my head. Julian rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes lock on mine. Half-hard again, he squeezes his cock and runs up and down the length.

Elliot leans over me, grabbing my chin between his fingers. The other hand stays around his dick.

“You squirted all over me, and you’re still horny. Is it because of my fist? Or is it because Julian was watching and using your mouth?”

“You and him.”

Elliot’s grin sharpens, and his arms cage me against the bed under him.

“Both of us. Did you hear that, man? Fuck, it’s such a turn-on.”

He nudges my entrance. He pushes in a few inches, and it drags the air from my lungs.