Page 80 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

When she’s gasping and trembling, I rise and strip out of my clothes. Her gaze moves down my body as I do, pupils flaring when they reach my cock. I catch her staring and run a slow hand across my stomach. She licks her bottom lip without thinking.

Her chest rises and falls faster now, nipples tight and needy.

Stepping in close, I lift her easily. Her legs wrap around my waist. I line myself up and push into her in one slow, deep thrust. She moans, gripping around my neck as I start to move.

Elliot presses in from behind, and his hands wrap around each side of her hips. “Ride him, Lee.”

She pulls up and sinks back down slow. Her lips part with this sexy-as-fuck look.

“Not like that,” he says. “Like this.” He takes control immediately—lifting and dropping her on my cock at the pace he wants. Her tits bounce with every movement. I groan at the feeling of her being fucked onto me.

“Fuck, Julian… look how she opens up around your dick when I make her,” Elliot says, voice dark with satisfaction. He bounces her faster, deeper.

She squeezes around me. I already know she loves when we talk about her like she’s just something we use.

Each time he drops her on my length, she rocks her hips forward and moans when I hit the spot she loves.

He keeps one hip in his tight grip and slides in between us with the other. His fingers pinch and roll her clit. Her head falls back against his chest. Fucking beautiful.

“She’s close. Make her come on your cock.”

I angle deeper, making her whole body jerk. My thumb replaces his on her clit for a few strokes, rubbing while I keep thrusting. Her thighs start to tremble around my hips.

She breaks with a sharp cry, clenching hard around me, her whole body going tight and then loose as the orgasm rolls through her. I fuck her through it, slow and deep, until she’s trembling and oversensitive.

I’m dying to unload in her warm cunt, but she needs more. I look at Elliot over her body.

“Enough. I want in too. You need us both Lee. At the same time.”

“What? No. Ya’ll will break me in half⁠—”

Elliot’s hand slides up to her throat. The pressure forces her jaw to lift. He leans in close, voice calm but fringed with a warning.

“If you talk back one more time, I’ll stuff my fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. We’ll keep fucking you while you can’t say a word.”

The way her pussy clenches and gushes with fresh cum coating me tells me his threat hit between her legs right where he intended it to. Her breath catches, cheeks flushing darker.

Elliot smiles, slow and satisfied. “That’s what I thought.”

I press my lips to hers. My tongue slides in her mouth and twists. Warm tits press into me with her moan.

Behind her, Elliot slides his sweats down and pulls his shirt over his head. Without warning, he lifts her off my cock, completely breaking our kiss.

I lie back on the table and pull her on top of me again, at the same time Elliot moves in behind her. I stay buried deep while he works the head of his cock alongside mine, pushing in slow and steady.

The stretch makes her cry out. Her hands fly to my chest, nails digging in.

“Shhh,” I soothe, brushing her hair back.

The stretch is intense, and Ettie hisses at the pressure. She’s completely still, perfectly positioned for both of us.

“Fuck—you’re both—too big—” she pants, voice shaky.

My hand smooths her hair down against her head. Her eyes are squeezed closed, and I press a kiss on top of each of them. “I’m so proud of you, babydoll. Taking both of us so we can fill you with our seed.”

“Fuck that, she can swallow us in her cunt without whining. Be a good girl, Lee. Or I’ll remind you what happens when you aren’t.” Elliot groans as he sinks in the rest of the way, his cock rubbing tight against mine inside her. We’re both fully seated now, stretching her wide open around us.

Ettie cries out and tries to wiggle out of our hold, looking for relief.