Page 108 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“Breathe for us, babydoll,” Julian murmurs. “Let daddy in next to me. We want to feel you take us both. You like it when we both give you our cum together.”

Elliot pushes forward. The pressure is intense.

I cry out, and Elliot stills and looks at me.

“Don’t fucking stop.” I mean to say it as a command, but it comes out as more of a plea.

With a cocky grin, he pushes forward. “This ass is going to swallow both our cocks, and you’re going to love every fucking inch. We already own your pussy and your womb. Need your ass next.”

He leans in and kisses me hard. I’m too dick drunk to talk back anyways. I focus on them. I’m burning, stretching, and then I’m a writhing, needy mess.

Elliot forces his way into my ass right next to Julian’s cock until I’m impossibly full, both of them buried deep inside the same tight hole.

Elliot lets out a deep, guttural groan as the last inch sinks in, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “God, I’ve never felt this good.”

Julian’s head falls back against the table, a shudder wracking through his chest. “I can feel you sliding against me inside her, El. So goddamn tight and we haven’t even started fucking her rough yet.”

“Move,” I beg, voice cracking. The stretch hurts in that sharp, perfect way, but the ache is nothing compared to the throbbing need pulsing through my pregnant body.

Julian starts first, pulling back just enough for Elliot to feel the drag, then both of them push back in together. Their thick cocks rub and grind against each other inside my overstuffed ass.

“I’m not going to last long with how good this is, baby,” Elliot warns.

Elliot’s hand slides down between my thighs, fingers finding my clit at the same time Julian’s joins in. They rub me together while their cocks keep up with a punishing rhythm. The double pressure makes my eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” Elliot growls against my ear, rubbing tighter, faster. “You’re so full of us you can barely breathe.”

The pleasure coils hard and fast.

Elliot slips two fingers in my soaked core, and I’m done. I clench down around his finger, and they twist, finding that right spot. When I come, my ass locks down around both cocks as the pleasure rips through me.

I mewl with an orgasm that slams through me harder than I ever thought possible.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill her,” Elliot snarls.

Julian groans in agreement.

They slam in deep at the same time and unload. Thick, hot pulses of cum flood my tight channel.

Elliot’s cock jerks hard against Julian’s as they empty themselves together, until it’s overflowing and dripping out around their shafts.

Elliot kisses the side of my neck, voice soft and filthy. “Good girl… you took us so good. You’re going to stay stretched and sloppy for us for days after that pounding.”

“God, your dirty mouth is going to make me come again,” I whine, the words shaking out of me as another weak aftershock rolls through my core.

He laughs and kisses me again.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” Julian says from beneath me as he presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’m going to pull out now.”

The slow drag as they ease out of me hurts in the best way. The pull gives me a deep, aching stretch that somehow teeters right on the edge of making me come again. Even half-hard, they still feel so thick inside me that I shake helplessly around the loss.

When they finally slip free, a hot, heavy rush of their combined cum pours out of me running down my thighs and pooling on the felt table like they really did empty buckets inside me.

“We ruined that table,” Elliot says with a dark, satisfied chuckle. He scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, one hand automatically sliding over my belly while he cradles me against his chest.

I sigh, boneless and floating, and tuck my face into the warm, solid wall of his chest.

The upstairs bathroom isn’t fully finished yet. There are still exposed beams and unfinished floors in half the space, but the shower is heaven.