Page 69 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“Even gapping open for me, God, it’s so good, and somehow still tight,” he mutters against my throat, voice rough.

My body tenses at his intrusion. I’m so sore it’s bordering on numb.

“Don’t fight it, Lee. Let me in. It hurts now, but it will feel so good soon.”

I bite my lower lip so hard I think it bleeds when he is seated inside me.

Then he starts to move. I cry out, nails raking down his back, heels digging into his ass like I can pull him even deeper. He’s thicker than I remembered, and every inch adds to the burn left from his fist.

Julian stands to his side, naked now, one hand lazily stroking himself as he watches.

“She looks so damn good like this, El. All flushed and ruined and still trying to take everything we give her.”

Elliot’s hips snap forward harder. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. His hand holds my hips in place. He’s pushing on Julian’s bruises, but I want it. I'm shaking from the aftershocks of that fist-induced orgasm, every thrust dragging against nerves that feel raw and oversensitive in the best way.

He leans in close, lips brushing my ear. “I’m gonna come first. Flood this pretty, used-up pussy so Julian slides right into the mess we made. Then he’s gonna give you the rest.”

My legs tighten around him. I can’t even form words anymore. I writhe beneath him, just making helpless sounds every time he bottoms out. His rhythm turns jagged, desperate.

A low growl builds in his chest, and then he buries himself deep, hips jerking as he spills inside me. He comes, hot and endless, painting my insides. I clench around him like my body is trying to hold it all in.

He stays there a second, breathing hard against my neck, then eases out and rolls on the bed to my side. I whimper at the warm rush of his cum already leaking out of me and down my thighs.

Julian’s moving before I can catch my breath. He pushes me up higher on the bed. Kissing me sweet and hot rolled into one.

“Easy, sweet little doll,” he says, voice warm and thick like melted honey. “I’ve got you.”

He pushes in slow, savoring the way Elliot’s cum lets him glide right to the hilt. A soft groan slips out of him.

“God… he made you such a juicy, open mess. You’re making it so easy for me to give you everything.”

He rocks into me and makes my toes curl. One hand stays fisted gently in my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss along my shoulder.

“Gonna fill you so full tonight,” he whispers against my skin. “Right up against your womb where it will stay. Maybe I’ll put a baby in you while Elliot watches every second of it.”

My whole body shudders at the thought.

“She’s not on anything now, Elliot. I’m fucking your cum up further in her cervix. She’s going to be so full of us, her body will have to make us a baby.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remind myself that I need those pills. But I ignore it and drown in Jullian’s words that are deep and filthy and tender all at once.

Elliot is next to me. He’s on his side, now propped up on an elbow, eyes locked on where Julian disappears inside me. He reaches over, grips my thigh, and drags it against his stomach. It spreads me wider, and he keeps watching the way I stretch around Julian’s cock.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Elliot rasps.

“Her pussy just clenched when you spread her for me. It’s because she needs to be bred properly.”

Elliot’s hand rubs slow and possessive up and down my thigh, pulling it tighter against him. The new angle makes every thrust hit deeper.

I groan loudly, face burning, body clenching hard around Julian. “You two are fucking crazy,” I manage, voice wrecked and breathless. “Completely insane. We can’t have a baby.”

But they ignore me like I’m not even here. It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t make me bear down harder around Julian every time they talk over me.

“I’ll hold her open wider for you,” Elliot says. His grip leaves my thigh, but he adjusts my position, making my leg butterfly for Julian and gently holding me in place. “Get it in there real deep, Julian. Pump her full until it sticks.”

Elliot scoots closer to Julian. His free hand slides down my belly between us; two thick digits form a V over my entrance. He uses his fingers to spread my soaked slit even wider.

Every thrust makes Elliot’s knuckles graze the base of Julian’s cock. Neither flinch at the contact. Julian doesn’t even break his rhythm. He just keeps pounding into me like I’m their shared toy, using the extra stretch to drive even deeper.