Chapter 37
Marcello
All I hear is Zamir talking to Nash about stretching him, having my full attention, and then I see Ellie strutting into the living room completely naked from the bathroom. 1The exhibitionist in me is doing cartwheels, but I also know this has Zamir written all over it. He’s tied to the Albanian mafia over in Chicago, and Noah has mentioned he’s been alerted they’ve been snooping around, but it’s stuff about Ellie that they’ve been digging into, so I allowed it.
Zamir has been quiet for the past four years that he’s lived across the hall from me, but I think the Il Novellino has awakened something in him. Or hell, it could’ve been Ellie that did.
She’s still on her period, so I brought the towel to lie down on. Not that I care if she bleeds on the couch; I’ll simply get a new one. I don’t want her to feel embarrassed about it, and that’s exactly what my Ragazza Dolce would do.
I’ve never shared a woman before, but I do love to watch just as much as I like to put on a show, so this should be plenty of fun. Sin’s was a great playground to explore what I liked and what I didn’t, and there’s not much on the list that I don’t like.
“Come here, Ellie.” I pat my thighs, and she comes to straddle me but faces the phone so she can see what the guys are doing as well. I find myself leaning around her to watch them as well. “Watch like the dirty slut you are, and let me play with this pretty cunt of yours.” Every whimper I earn is feeding my obsessed soul, one by one.
She looks back at me. I assure her, “I like being covered in your blood, Ellie.” I hear a moan come through her phone, and I’m pretty sure it was Nash. I didn’t see those two being a thing, but it sure as fuck will be hot as hell to witness. Maybe they’ll be occupied with each other and forget about Ellie… but then again, here they fucking are video calling in the middle of their goddamn fuck fest.
I run my hand up all the way up her back to her hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back before leaning in to growl, “Did you take your disc out for me? I want all of you on me, including that lovely blood of yours.” Her whole body shivers, and goosebumps line her thigh where my arm is draped across.
She whispers to me with her head turned toward my ear, “I didn’t get the vibes that you liked to share, Cello.” Her back and ass are lying on my stomach and chest, and my cock is curiously sitting against her warm heat, begging for attention. You’ll have to wait, buddy. Our girl gets the attention first. She”s already using my cock for what she needs, rubbing that pretty cunt all over me.
Last night, she found the underwear I had in my pants pocket from her apartment and asked me about them. I just let her know I went over to her apartment to check it out and figured she didn’t need to be feeding into the stalker’s antics, so I took them. She agreed and dropped it. Thank fuck.
I give her a grunt as an answer for now because I, in fact, do not like to share, but I know she has some kind of attachment to them, and I never want to see her upset or lose her ever again.
??I need her to have normal cycles; I need to breed her until she can’t fucking walk straight. The damn birth control she has in her arm is really hindering said breeding plans. The only acceptable time she can go without her cycle is if she’s growing my child in her. Finally making her mine is truly the only way I can protect her. Crime families stay away from two things, and that’s your wife and children. There are always the lowlifes that still go after them, but if she’s mine, I can protect her better.
There are two things blocking my master plan, and they happen to be sucking each other’s cock on her phone right now. They’re both sprawled out on the bed, Zamir on the bottom and his head is toward the camera, and Nash on top of him facing away from the camera. Nash has one knee on the bed beside Zamir’s face and the other propped up for a better angle into Zamir’s throat. The view of Nash’s plugged ass shouldn’t be making my cock twitch… but add in the gagging coming from him on the other end, sucking cock like he’s been doing it for years, and it has me rutting against Ellie’s pussy.
Her breathing is heavy, and she swirls those god-forsaken hips, making me reach for her clit. I dip down, grab some of her blood to lubricate, and announce to the fuck fest, “You two needy whores called for a reason?” I watch as Nash pops off Zamir’s dick and pulls out of his mouth as well, sitting off to the side of Zamir. I don’t miss the little jump and gasp when his plug hits his prostate.
Nash and Zamir are both sitting up on the bed, fully alert. I grumble to Ellie, “We know the two whores at least listen.” That earns me a groan from the pair—I’ll tuck that away for later that they both like to be degraded. I think this whole goddamn crew does.
She cups the side of my face and smiles at me. “You’re playing along so well, Cello.”
Zamir’s deep voice comes thru the speaker, “Shpirt Im, that cock of his looks like a fun ride. Why don’t you take it for a spin?”
She lets out a whimper while grabbing ahold of my cock, lining it up with her glorious cunt, and slides down it in one swift motion. “Cazzo, questa fica è paradisiaca.” I sigh, leaning my head back on the couch. She feels like home, and I’ll do anything to keep her here in mine.
She sits up, moving her feet to the couch, bracketing my legs. Both of her hands are on my thighs, using them as leverage. With her leaned forward I have the perfect view of her back hole. I run a finger across it, and she tenses. “Has anyone touched you here, Elle?”
“What the hell do you think, Marcello?” I smile at that, that’s my girl.
“My dirty fucking whore,” is all I say before spitting on her ass, rubbing it around her hole, and breaching her ass. She lets out an animalistic moan, starting to really move up and down my cock. That has all of us paying attention.
Nash asks like he can’t help himself, “Tell me about those piercings, Mi Amor.”
I reach back around her and start to rub her swollen clit making sure I get to it under her hood. The view I have of us in her camera is sinful. “Look how fucking good she’s doing, staining my cock with her blood.”
She answers Nash, “They’re rubbing my special spot inside, Big Boy.” I tense under her but shake it off. I grab both of her hips, holding her up.
I lean up and growl into her ear, “Hold on, Ellie, and rub the needy clit for me.” She does exactly that. Nash is lying on the edge of the bed, his feet propped up, and his elbows under him to still be able to see us. Zamir is on his knees in front of him, sucking Nash’s cock while fucking him with the plug.
I see the other plugs beside him on the bed, so I bark out, “Zamir, put the next one in him. I want to see that filthy hole of his stretch.”
He pulls the smaller plug out and is working on the next lubed-up plug. “Mierda.”
Ellie encourages Nash, “You look so fucking hot, Nash. Giving into your deepest desires. Z, choke on that big cock of his for me. Make our Big Boy feel good.” I’m learning that I don’t absolutely hate her giving out commands. Just having her in my arms and my cock buried in her is enough for me. I’m not doing anything else to lose her.
I hear Nash whimpering and begging to come. Goddamn, he sounds so good begging. Ellie is rubbing her clit with a speed that even shocks me. “Are you going to come for me, Ellie? I can feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. You like to watch them like the filthy whore you are?” She’s about to take me over the edge with her whimpering and squeezing me so hard.
I see Nash throw his head back in bliss with Zamir’s name on his lips. Zamir stands over his post-orgasm body pumping his cock up and down. Nash opens his mouth, and that seems to send Zamir over the edge. He spills all over his face; goddammit, I’m going to come too.
I reach up with one hand grabbing a handful of her tit, pinching and twisting the bud, while growling in her ear, “Come for me, Ellie. Now!”
“Fuck, Cello!” Her pulsing cunt takes me with her, burying my cock as far as it can go.
“You did so good, Ellie.” I keep my cock in her, which keeps my cum right where it belongs, and her on my chest. I’ll shower her in a minute. I want to bask in everything, Ellie.
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