Page 32 of Taking Over the Dark

“I’m going to come first, and these two are going to fill my greedy holes; then maybe I’ll think about coming over there and letting you clean me up.”

Fuck, I just remembered she doesn’t have her birth control in her anymore… Us messing with that was supposed to make these other mafia families leave us alone, but I don’t think that would have stopped Zamir’s family—or anyone else for that matter.

* can you see me in the dark? - Halestorm, I Prevail

* Worship - Ari Abdul

TWENTY-FOUR

ELLINOR

The fullness I am feeling at this moment is indescribable.

The stretch.

?*The stretch everywhere is almost to the point of pain, but not quite there. I groan to them, “I’m so fucking full.” And fuck, if this isn’t my favorite kind of pleasure. I’m just thankful I’ve found people who will let me have my fun and enjoy all my sexual fantasies, even when they’re so far from the norm.

Nash starts fucking into me at a wicked angle, and with how Zamir is moving me up and down on his cock, it’s causing Nash to pound the spot deep in me over and over. Between the feeling of my swollen clit rolling between my fingers, Nash and Zamir smashing their lips together right beside my face, and Marcello tied up and helpless in the corner, it is sensory over-load in the best way. I’m rubbing in the tightest circles, pulling my orgasm up from the depths of hell. They can come right behind me for all I care.

I know I’m close by the way sweat slicks my body and my legs start to shake. I yell, “Mmm, I’m coming.” My orgasm washes over me like a wave, and I think that’s what they were waiting for to really start fucking me like the cavemen these two really are.

Marcello announces to us, “Elle, I’m coming. I’m coming just for you.”

“You’ll have better odds coming for these two than me right now, Marcello Barone,” I say his last name on a breathless moan from the two of them working my body so well.

Zamir’s breathless, moaning out, “Djale I Bukur, your cock feels so good on the underside of mine.”

“Z, shh, I’ll blow now, and I want this to last forever.” But he goes against his own words, starting to hammer into my pussy at a ruthless rate.

I can feel another orgasm building, and I know it’s from the both of them pressing on every possible spot that will have my eyes crossing while rolling to the back of my head. And like they’re connected on a deeper level, I feel both of their cocks pulsing, pumping their cum into me.

Nash gently kisses my forehead before slowly pulling out and leaning over me to do the same to Zamir over my shoulder. Nash stands and pulls me up off of Zamir, still holding me. “Are you good to stand?” He’s looking at me like I could fall to the ground at any moment.

“Yes, but I do have a plan for the mess you two have made between my legs.” I stalk over to where Marcello is tied up to see the evidence of his release all over his stomach as well. He looks more clear-headed and not so hazy from the pain medicine. His eyes follow me as I walk up to his chair. I look down at him and act like I’m nothing but disgusted by him coming on his stomach, but in all actuality, it’s hot as fuck.

He’s hot as fuck.

I straddle his lap and run my cum-dripping cunt through his cum, collecting it like poker chips. Then I stand on the chair, putting my pussy right in front of his face, and tell him, “Clean up the mess your boy toys made.”

He immediately grabs my ass, pulling me onto his face. I slide up, setting my clit on his nose to ensure he cleans the mess from every hole.

“I’ve fucking missed you,Bebé,”Nash says to Zamir, and I look over my shoulder at Nash’s huge frame straddling Zamir. And I think I would shed a tear from how cute these two are if Marcello wasn’t tongue deep in my cunt, cleaning the cum from it.

I slide my already overly sensitive clit back down to his mouth, not missing his mustache to add to the sensitivity. He pulls his mouth back, smiling, and I can appreciate how good his dentist is. If I hadn’t seen the chunks of teeth on the ground, I would’ve never known they were fucked up just a couple of hours ago. He looks like he’s about to question why I’ve pulled my holes away, but I cut him off. “I’m greedy, remember? Make me come again, Barone. That’s the one thing this mouth is good for. Shut the fuck up and suck.”

And suck, he does.

I grab his hair and ride his face like it’s my only job, and then I’m coming for the last time tonight, on the last man I should be. He’s getting too much enjoyment out of me using him, but I can’t help myself.

I straddle his lap, raise a brow at his gleeful expression, and pat his cheek twice. “Good boy.”

I’m up, striding into the bathroom, and my reflection is slightly shocking. The sweat on my face does nothing but piss me off. I yell out the bathroom door, “You all made me sweat off my fucking skin care.”

I wake to Zamir and Nash hovering over me in Marcello’s big-ass bed, they both kiss each side of my forehead. Z whispers, “We’re off to practice,Shpirt Im. Do you need anything while we’re out?”

It’s too early to be thinking. I shake my head and pull the covers back over my head. I hear the door open and shut to the bedroom, and I hate the little pang of panic that hits me from them leaving the apartment. I don’t want to be scared to leave this hellhole, but clearly, people have it out for us.

I’m sure Marcello sent them with a small army to practice anyway.

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