Chapter 51
Zamir
“Iliterally thought this kink was made up…” I whisper more to myself than anyone else.
I can’t lie and say my cock isn’t straining against my jeans; looking over at Nash, his is pushing the limits of the tight shorts he’s in too. Marcello is kissing down her body and lands right between her spread thighs. I hear Ellie let out a small hum of approval, and that’s enough for me.
1I’m unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my pants down my ankles, and Nash is right behind me doing the same. I’m stalking up to Ellie and Marcello when he comes up for a second, wearing a wicked grin while breathing right onto her soaked pussy. That man is feral when it comes to our girl, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I couldn’t imagine holding back for as long as he has… From that first moment in Shenanigans, I knew I had to have her. There’s no way I would’ve lasted years like Marcello has.
I lean down, whispering into her ear, “Imagine that… you have to be knocked the fuck out to give up control, Shpirt Im.” I run my hand from her wrist all the way up her arm, trailing to her chest, causing goosebumps to erupt on her tattoo-covered skin. Her breathing is picking up even more, and I don’t know if it’s from my words or Marcello eating her cunt like it’s his only job.
Nash plasters the front of his body to my back, reaching around me, and gripping my leaking cock. He leans into my ear, whispering, “I know someone else who likes to give up control.” And with that, he picks up speed, pumping me in a painful grip that I lean into. He knows I need that little hint of pain now, and if that doesn’t crack my soul even wider, I don’t know what would.
I reach behind me, grabbing him with one hand and alternating between each of Ellie’s perfect nipples with my other. Marcello spitting pulls me out of the daze Nash always seems to put me in. He’s spitting on his two fingers and breaching her tight cunt.
I moan breathlessly after he pumps in and out of her a few times. “One more, Boss. She can take it.” The feral look in his eyes when they meet mine is enough to make my knees wobble. He lets more spit fall from his lips onto his fingers and Ellie, then adds a third finger into her. She lets out the smallest moan, and it almost sends me blowing my load into Nash’s hand, but I hold it off. “Fuck, she takes those fingers so good.”
His head is back between her legs, and I reach down, pulling up on her pubic bone to give Cello better access to her. He hums out in appreciation, and the suctioning sounds coming from him have my toes curling for Ellie. Nash drops to his knees, and I turn slightly so he can get my cock in his warm, wet mouth.
He circles his tongue around my tip, paying special attention to the little bit that’s peeking out under my foreskin. He’s sure to play with my piercing on the top as well. He takes my breath away when he runs his tongue along the inside of my foreskin. The underside of his tongue on the most sensitive part of my cock has my eyes crossing, grabbing his hair in my grip. I think it’s safe to say he’s a fan of my uncut dick.
“I need to be in her now!” Cello’s pulling his cock out of his pants, then audibly spits on his hand, running it up and down his length and over those beautiful piercings lining the underside of him, making sure his cock is nice and wet for her.
He picks up the leg further from me, holding it up to her chest so he can get a better position, and slides right in her with ease. He throws his head back in pleasure, moaning, “This cunt was made for me, Ragazza Dolce.”
Nash is bobbing up and down on my cock. I lick my two fingers, getting them wet and reaching down for Ellie’s magic button. I want her to be a panting mess even while having no control over what’s happening to her body. I meet Cello’s ice blue eyes when I reach her clit, and in that moment, I know for a fact he’s curious… but he doesn’t say anything, and I’m not pushing him until I know he’s ready.
I pry my gaze away from Cello, looking down at Nash, asking, “You going to rub that big cock of yours, Djale I Bukur? Come all over your hand for me, and I’ll clean you up.” He starts pumping his cock feverishly, and I pull on the top of his hair to stop him, making him look at me. “After I come down your throat.” I let his hair go, and he stares up at me for another beat, then starts sucking like his life depends on it.
I catch Marcello watching Nash suck me with a curiosity that looks to be lined with a little jealousy, and it’s not over Ellie this time… I haven’t seen him show anything but curiosity for Nash, and I tuck that info away for later to explore.
My fingers have been moving on their own over Ellie’s swollen clit. I look back down at her limp body; her breathing is erratic, her mouth is open in pleasure, and her hips are moving involuntarily. This is the hottest shit I’ve ever witnessed; I had no clue this somno shit would do it for me. But it sure as fuck is.
“You’re rubbing that greedy cunt of ours all over Marcello’s cock and my fingers, Shpirt Im.” I start back with the filthy words that I know will leave her soaking, even when she has no clue what’s going on.
Her body responds so well, knowing exactly what to do for Marcello. I find myself wondering how many times he’s done this, and it has me rubbing even faster and rocking my hips deeper into Nash’s throat, causing him to gag, but he quickly recovers. “That’s my Good Boy, knowing exactly how to suck my cock already.” I give him the praise I know he’ll eat up and simultaneously watch that jealousy enter Marcello again. Oh, how I love to be a shit-stirrer.
Let’s see if her physique likes the degrading. “Cello’s fucking you like the whore you are, Shpirt Im. Using this body of ours, all for his pleasure…” I moan those last couple words, then keep going. “Like the little fuck doll you are.”
My words do her in; she shatters so beautifully, whimpering, legs trembling uncontrollably, and I keep rubbing while Marcello hammers into her. He’s coming right after she finally lets the last waves of her orgasm quake through her, and I run my two fingers down the sides of her pussy, encasing them around his cock so I can feel him pulsing between them.
We make eye contact again, and that kicks me over the edge, shooting my load right down the back of Nash’s throat. Just in time, I look down, and Nash is coming violently in his hand, and a little makes it onto his thigh. “Up on the bed. I’m going to clean you up for sucking me so well.” He’s standing in front of me, and I pull his mouth onto mine, latching onto his lips. Our tongues dance around one another, and the taste of me makes me hum into the kiss.
Nash climbs onto the bed, careful not to get his mess anywhere… saving it all for me. Marcello’s, on the other side of Ellie, propped up on one hand, watching with rapt attention. Nash has been quiet this whole time, which is not like him at all. “My cock had that filthy mouth of yours fully occupied tonight, didn’t it, Djale I Bukur?” He nods his head at me, a smile crossing his lips. “Thank fuck it was. I would’ve come instantly from watching those two, plus your dirty words.” I grab his arm and lick up his hand.
I climb between his legs and look up at Marcello instead of the man’s cock I’m about to suck. I trail my tongue up his thigh, cleaning up what little is left there. Cello draws his eyebrows up in question, and I drag my tongue up Nash’s balls, sucking each one into my mouth, letting go with a pop. I smirk at Marcello, he has his mouth hanging open. “You okay there, Bossman?”
I don’t give him time to answer. I head straight for Nash’s cock, eager to clean up the mess he’s made, never taking my eyes off Cello’s. Even when Nash warns, “Fuck, Zamir. Careful, I’m sensitive.” I smile up at him while stretching my mouth around his already hardening length.
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