Page 31 of Taking Over the Dark

Before I know if Zamir’s hand is out of her, her release is spraying, coating my arm and chest, and after the initial shock, the grin that finds my lips is that of a feral beast.

I’m covered in her.

Herrelease.

And I need more immediately.

In one swift motion, Z lays beside her with his legs on the floor and pulls her onto his lap facing me. His quick maneuver pulls my fingers out of her, but his cock is right there, hard and ready to fill her needy hole. Instinctively, I hold his cock in my firm grip while I grab for the lube to prep him for Ellie. No matter how much you prep beforehand, the more lube, the better.

Running my hand up and down his thick length and holding it in place for Ellie, I look right into her eyes, inches away from her face. “You ready,Mi Amor?”

She reaches up with both hands, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer to close the gap between us. I press my lips into hers, and she immediately opens for me, and I feel her shift down a little bit. Zamir is gripping her hips and fully controlling her movements while being so gentle. Her ass cheeks meet my hand that’s still holding Zamir in place for her. She begins to move up and down his length a few times, and as she starts to accept more and more of him, the pleasure on her face says it all.

I go ahead and lube up my cock with my other hand while she fully seats herself on Zamir. I’m gripping her strong and equally soft thighs while praising her beautiful body. “I got that hole of yours nice and ready, didn’t I? Look at this pretty ass swallowing Zamir up so greedily.”

I know this is going to be a tight fit with both of us in her. And I do not need her getting hurt on my conscience. I’ve seen hercarry enough hurt for a lifetime over these past couple of days. I want her to enjoy this the way I know she can. The need for her to feel empowered by the end of all of this is visceral in me.

As long as Marcello doesn’t act like a fuck-hat, I think we’ll be good.

Grabbing my lubed cock in my hand again, I run it up and down her already-soaked cunt, trying to get her prepared for the both of us.

“Come on, Nash. I need your cock in me. Now!” She smirks. “Don’t you want to feel your boyfriend’s cock from the inside?”

And that last sentence has me notching the head of my cock into her even tighter than normal pussy. I’m moaning freely. “Oh my fucking god, Elle.”

I hold there with just my head in, trying to let all of us take a breather and to make sure I don’t blow within three seconds of being inside her.

Zamir’s voice is strained, like he’s trying to hold back, when he asks, “I’ll move her up and down on my cock. You worry about following and fucking into her. Ellie, can you take over rubbing that clit for us?” I spit right onto her throbbing, swollen clit, ensuring she has enough slickness to work with.

Once her fingers are strumming it, I look into her eyes and put my own fingers up in front of her face. “Suck my fingers since you can’t have your third cock in you. I know the greedy slut wants more.” I pry her mouth open with my two fingers, pressing into her tongue and slowly sliding them in, watching as she tries not to gag. I add, “What if I wanted to suck Cello’s cock instead of you? Or maybe Zamir did. Would you still have been greedy and taken it anyway?”

She whimpers and nods in response.

At least she doesn’t lie.

“Greedy.”

“Greedy.”

“Greedy.”

All three of us chime in again, and everyone sounds more and more pent up with the need not to come too early. I know they want this to last forever if they feel how I am right now.

Her wet hair from the shower is hanging in front of Zamir’s face as she rides him like her favorite mechanical bull on the strip.

Yes, there are mechanical bulls in Vegas; I’ve been forced to ride one too many since being here.

She’s breathtaking, but all I want to do is take hers. I wrap my hand around her throat, careful not to squeeze just yet. Right as she goes to smart off with that fucking mouth of hers, I shove in to her impossibly tight cunt all the way to the hilt, squeezing the sides of her neck in unison. Her head is tilted all the way back now, giving me complete access to her neck. And when she finally brings her head up where I can see her face, the most sinister smile has found her lips.

She pants out with what little air she has left in her lungs, “Oh. My. God.”

Zamir says with an almost a pained expression, “I’m not going to last. Her ass is squeezing me so tight.” Fuck, knowing he’s close has me right there behind him.

The feeling of his cock on the other side of her walls has the corners of my vision going black.

She pulses around me while she furiously rubs her clit that’s wet with my spit.

I hear Marcello grunt a couple of times and then start to beg Ellie, “Ragazza Dolce,can I come? Please?!” She just shakes her head in response. Not giving him even a second glance.

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