Taking Over the Dark (High Stakes Syndicate #2)

Chapter 40

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?

“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.

“Open up, Big Boy.”

As Zamir’s cum drips from my mouth to Nash’s, I feel Nash’s thrust stutter and his cock’s pulsing in me. “Did you just come, Big Boy?” The fear lining his face has me chuckling.

“Yes… I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, Zamir’s cum pushed me over the edge.”

I whisper over his lips, “I love you, Nash.” Then, kiss him, shutting him up. He’s too fucking precious.

Marcello’s in my ass still hammering away. “Nash filled my cunt up, Zamir filled that mouth, so I’m filling this tight little ass.” One more thrust, and he’s gritting out, “Fuck, I love you all.”

He pulls out, and I instruct Zamir, “Lay down on the desk.” I lift off of Nash’s cock and climb onto Marcello’s desk, mounting Zamir’s face. “Clean up your boyfriend’s mess.”

Zamir’s quick to agree. “Yes, ma’am.”

Not even seconds later we all look over as we hear the flat line noise from the other side of the window. The doctor pulls Agron’s heart from his chest cavity, and the lines go flat on the monitor.

I look down at Zamir, slightly lifting off his face to make sure he’s okay, and what does he do? Goes right back to eating Nash’s cum from my pussy.

I can’t blame the man.

* ? The Best I Ever Had - Limi