Page 62 of Taking Over the Dark

Marcello drops some lube on Zamir’s ass, and I hear Marcello’s belt buckle and zipper coming undone. They hit his ankles, and that pierced cock of his bounces free. Z sucks Marcello into his mouth as Marcello breaches his tight ass with his two fingers, not even warming him up to one first.

I know Zamir loves the pain when it comes to sex, and it makes me happy that he can get that from Marcello.

Ellie pops off my cock to strip out of her leggings and straddles me again. I’m holding her up with one hand around her ass and running my fingers through her slit. I hum and shove two into her. She’s squeezing them, pulling me in, begging for more. “This cunt is soaking wet, Ellie. Is this all from sucking my cock?”

* Rambo (Last Blood) (feat. The Weeknd) - Bryson Tiller, The Weeknd

FORTY

ELLINOR

“You know I love to suck cock, Big Boy,” I’m quick to respond back to Nash, all while sinking down onto his fingers further. “I need your cock in me.”

?*My legs are over the armrest of the chair, and I’ve never been more thankful for the long cock this man has on him. He takes the fingers that were fucking me and grabs his cock, sliding it through my wetness, collecting all he can on him, and I’m about to beg again when he lines me up and lets go of the hold he had on my ass.

The groan that leaves all of them has my stomach doing flips, knowing all of their eyes are on me. Even Zamir’s.

Marcello groans again and says to me, “You look so good taking his cock, Elle.”

I look over my shoulder at Marcello. “How about you come take my ass, Barone. Your boy toy can feel those piercings rubbing his cock from inside me.”

Nash starts whining below me. “I’m not going to last. Oh my god, this is so hot.”

“Zamir, you get up on the desk so I can suck your cock at the same time.”

Marcello’s hands are running up and down my back as he hums his appreciation. “This fucking body,” he growls as he wraps his huge rough hands around my soft stomach.

The rolls.

The skin.

The dimples in the fat that’s there to protect my womb.

Everything society tells women to hate.

And hate I did—for the longest time. It’s always been one of my biggest insecurities, but it falls to the back of my mind when these three are around.

Zamir’s up on the desk, kneeling with his cock facing me. Marcello’s lubing up his fingers to prep me, and I reach back, asking for some lube for my fingers, too. Marcello’s brows pull together in question, and a second later, it hits him what I have planned for these fingers. Nothing can be a surprise for this man, so I ask him, “Must you question everything?”

He just grins at me, replying, “Yes. You ready for my fingers?”

I smart back, “You never ask me any other time or when I’m sleeping. This body is yours, obviously, or I wouldn’t be here getting fucked like a rag doll.”

I look up at Zamir, and he’s smiling but staring out the mirrored window, watching his dad be taken apart piece by piece. “Spread your knees apart for me, Allstar.” That gets his attention, then I suck his cock into my mouth.

Nash starts to fuck into me slowly again, and with his face right in front of mine, he has the best view in the room. His hand wraps around my neck and he whispers, “Take his cock deep enough so I can feel it through your throat,Mi Amor.” Those filthy words leave his lips as Marcello’s finger enters my ass. “I want to feel them both through your skin. That’s how fucked I am for you, Ellie.”

“Mmmhmm.” Here’s to hoping my moans of encouragement keep the dirty shit coming out of that mouth of his.

With his cock in my mouth, I work my lubed fingers between Zamir’s spread cheeks and circle my two fingers over his hole. I look up at him as he throws his head back in pleasure, and a feral moan leaves his lips.

I’m practically levitating when pulling pleasure out of any of my men.

Marcello works another finger into me, stretching me further, and I hear the lube top opening again, knowing he’s coating his cock. I let my suction go from Zamir’s cock, and beg, “More, Marcello. I need that cock of yours in me too. I need all of you in me.”

With a wry tone, Marcello says, “I only have two fingers in you, and your holes look stretched to the max… Nash is stretching you so much.”

Why is being stretched so fucking hot?

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