Page 67 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“On the bed. On your back. Legs open.”

I move fast, scrambling up onto the mattress. The cool cotton sheets sliding under my bare spine are like a shock against all the heat I’m carrying. My skin prickles under their gazes. I let my thighs fall open, wide and shameless, and the air hits the wet mess between my legs.

“Please get inside me. Please make me come,” I say whining and breathy.

Elliot’s grin is wicked, and he strips fast until he’s naked. He gives himself one slow stroke, thumb smearing the bead of precum at the tip, then crawls between my spread thighs. The mattress dips under his weight. His knees nudge me wider. The heat rolling off his body makes goose bumps break out on my arms. He’s got me all twisted up.

Two fingers drag across my leaking entrance, and I shudder in response. He spreads my pussy lips wide, and another rush of warm liquid spills out of me. It coats his fingertips and drips down my ass to the bed.

“You want both of us so bad that you’re soaking the bed, baby.”

I nod, frantic.

“Tell me.”

“I want both of you.”

“Watch her,” Elliot says over his shoulder, voice dark and taunting. “She’s already soaked. She’s going to suck my fingers right inside that cunt.”

Elliot shoves two fingers deep in one ruthless thrust. The stretch steals the air from my lungs. Elliot doesn’t ease in. He sinks inside me to the knuckle, eyes fixed on where my body takes him, where I’m stretched tight and glistening around his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Lee.”

Julian’s eyes lock on mine.

I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.

Elliot adds a third finger, stretching me open wider. The burn is perfect, bordering on too much. My walls flutter and squeeze around the sudden fullness, and a fresh rush of wetness leaks out around his hand. He curls his fingers and pounds in and out of me at a dizzying pace.

“I’m—close⁠—”

Elliot’s eyes darken with satisfaction. “Then take it, baby. Every fucking inch.”

He adds a fourth finger without warning, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. The burn is sharp. My walls quiver wildly around the sudden thickness.

Elliot doesn’t let up. His fingers drive deeper, scissoring and twisting, opening me up for more.

“Fucking stretch for me. You’re going to take my whole fist tonight.”

My eyes water, and I try to protest with a head shake. I’ve never done this. I mean Julian’s thick as hell, but Elliot’s fist. I’m not sure if I can do it.

“You’re doing so beautifully, babydoll. Look how well you’re stretching for him. So perfect and wet for us,” Julian praises.

Elliot doesn’t slow down.

I moan.

“I think she needs something in her mouth to suck on,” Elliot says.

Julian looks at him then gets a sexy smirk on his face. He stands and pulls his cock out.

I’m so distracted by his perfect dick that I forget about the sting for a second.

“You need both daddies for this,” Julian rasps. “My sweet Ettie, letting us use you. Be good and open up. I’ll give you my cum you’re so desperate for.”

“Yes, Jul—” My words are muffled when he shoves to the back of my throat.

The pressure between my legs intensifies, almost too much, until the widest part of his hand slips past my entrance, and suddenly, I’m impossibly full. His fist is buried inside me up to the wrist.