Page 63 of Taking Over the Dark

“Well, I have plans to take all three of your cocks in those holes eventually, so you better start training them now.”

I feel a third finger enter me, and I’m a melting mess.

“I want to see what Zamir’s seeing so bad.” Nash is really whining now.

I pull my cropped T-shirt over my head, freeing my tits in return, and that sates him for the time being as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Zamir pulls my head back onto his cock, so I give him a couple of bobs of my head and finally breach his hole, replacing Marcello’s two fingers from earlier.

He hisses, grabbing the sides of my face. “Fuck yes.”

I curl them towards me, running them from side to side, searching for his prostate, and I give him a hum once my fingers land on it. Holding pressure there, knowing it’ll drive him crazy.

Nash murmurs over my shoulder, “Now, Marcello. I won’t be able to hold off much longer.”

“Fuck, we should’ve sucked him off before this. His ass has been on the verge of coming the whole goddamn time,” Marcello complains. His fingers leave me, and I’m about to cry out, but Zamir keeps my head on his cock, knowing where my head is about to go.

“Suck and finger fuck my ass, Ellinor.”

I narrow my eyes at his use of my full name but internally smile.

I gasp as I feel Marcello’s tip pressing into my back hole. The anticipation is almost too much; I want the pain, the stretch, the fullness. I need it like I need my next breath.

Nash’s hand finds my throat again, gearing up to be able to feel the both of them through me.

Zamir instructs me, “Breathe out and bear down so Cello can come in a little bit easier.”

“Fucckkk.” His head breaks through my tight ring of muscle with his first barbell directly under it. I’m second-guessing my decision for a second, and then the stretch starts to morph into pleasure.

“One more?”

I know what he’s asking, but I want to make this as hard on Cello as possible. “One more what? Cock?”

The slap to my ass cheek does nothing but pull a long moan from me. As I think he will answer me, he pushes in another two inches. “You get two more for being a fucking brat.”

Through gritted teeth, Nash says, “Fuck, you’re too tight. I can’t move until you’re all the way in Cello.” His hand loosens around my throat, but the one on my hip is gripping me so hard I know I’ll have bruises covering it.

Zamir pulls me back to his cock, and I willingly take it as another distraction from the stretch.

I might not be able to take all three of them… but the thought of Zamir being in my vagina alongside Nash has my greedy cunt throbbing.

Running my free hand between Nash and I to find my clit, I rub in quick circles as Marcello rocks back trying to work in the rest of his cock. Zamir looks at Marcello and nods.

Suddenly, Marcello is shoved to the brim, filling me completely. Nash is fucking up into me again, and Zamir’s cock is so far down my throat I’m past the point of gagging.

I hand my body over to the three men I trust my life with.

That I love with my whole being.

And I’m seeing stars.

I don’t know how many orgasms I have or if it’s a permanent state I’m in, but this bliss is something I have to experience over and over again.

My limbs are tingling, my vision is littered with spots, and I’m beyond full. Nash and Marcello have their rhythm down, hitting my G-spot from both sides, making my toes curl in pleasure.

I rub my fingers in Zamir, keeping pressure on his prostate, and hollow out my cheeks, needing him to come.

And come he does.

He’s holding my head exactly where he wants it. “I’m coming, Ellie. Fuck!” His pulsing cock releases into my mouth, and I hold it there. Opening my mouth, letting him see him coating my tongue, I immediately turn to Nash and pull his mouth open.

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