Page 45 of Playing for the Dark

He finds my clit quickly, quicker than most due to having a hood covering mine. I’ve always been insecure about it, but he didn’t even hesitate before starting to circle the sensitive nub. He reaches his other hand behind me, sliding into my waiting pussy from the back. It’s like he’s playing my body like an instrument he’s been perfecting for years.

The pressure is already building; my limbs are tingling, and my hips are moving back and forth on their own, riding his fingers. He has me trapped between both of his strong arms, his head tilted down, sucking on my neck, and I’ve never felt more free. Usually, it’s me having to be in control, but I could get used to this.

He starts to do something with his fingers that are inside me; it has my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head. “Yes, Cello, please. Don’t. Fuc—Stop!” I can barley get words out.

The growl that comes out of him has me thrust off the edge. “Never. You’re mine, Ellie.”

I come on a scream. “Cello,fuck.” I’m not above fist-bumping Mother Nature for the period, adding extra sensitivity.Or Blair; she’s the one that triggered this one.

He grabs my waist, picks me up, and sits me on the hip-height ledge still in the shower. I can’t even catchmy breath before grabbing onto his biceps, appreciating them and the veins littering them. He truly is a specimen.

“I’m going to finally make this cunt mine.” The “finally” makes me stop.

“How long have you wanted this, Marcello?”

He looks up at me, pure want in his eyes. “Since I saw the lightness that you used to carry around with you slowly fade.” Both of his hands are cupping my face. “I want to explore the darkness with you, Ellie.”

Tears well in my eyes because I know exactly when that light started to drain out of me. It was when my mom’s health started to decline. I knew how to deal with her when she was a crazy bitch to me, but when she became sick and couldn’t be mean anymore, it made me wonder why we couldn’t have that normal mother-daughter relationship. When you’re taking care of a parent who wouldn’t take care of you or your sibling, it eats away at your soul in a way you’ll never know unless you go through it.

“I’m ready if you are, but I’m not doing the monogamy shit again. The mine shit isn’t going to fly.” Something flashes over his face again, but it’s gone before I can really get the read on him. He doesn’t seem like the sharing type, but you never know. He could shock me.

His cock has been rubbing against my heat this whole time, and my hips are shamelessly grinding on this ledge, embarrassingly close to falling off.

“Fuck me, Marcello.”

He grabs the base of his dick, sliding it through my already wet slit, focusing extra attention on my clit. “Beg for it, Elle. Let me hear how pretty you can beg for me.”

I’ll switch for him any day. As long as the person in charge in the bedroom can carry themselves well, I don’t fight it, but until today, I hadn’t met my match.

“Please, Cello. I’ve wanted to feel you in me for so long.” I look up into his eyes, then back down where his cock is sitting between my swollen pussy lips right at my entrance and back to meet his electric blue eyes. “I need to feel you and those piercings rubbing my perfect spot.”

With his hand still gripping the base of himself, he dips his swollen, leaking head into me, making it to the first barbell. Before pushing in further, he pulls out and he’s just looking at the blood coating it. Is he having second thoughts?

“Marcello, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I grab his chest. He takes his hand and smears the blood all over his cock, then shoves two of his fingers in me. I gasp when he pulls them out and starts writing something across my chest.

“You’re mine and all I’ve ever wanted.”

He gently pushes the center of my chest, making me lean back slightly on the shower wall. He’s lining up again, but this time, he shoves into me as far as he can. I yelp out, throwing my head back against the tiles in pleasure. I feel him pause, and I look up at him in question. “Don’t take your eyes away from us. Look at mycock getting swallowed up by this greedy cunt, “MINE” written in your blood across your chest, and that same blood tying our souls together.”

He ruthlessly pounds into me.“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to feel this cunt wrapped around me.”

He reaches between us, places his thumb on my clit, and starts rubbing at a sick pace. All while bending at his knees slightly to get the perfect angle to hit my G-spot. “Fuck you feel too good, Cello.” I’m holding onto his shoulders for dear life but almost pushing away, trying to fight the orgasm that is about to swallow me up like the eye of a hurricane.

He growls, looking me right in the eyes. “You can try to run from me all you want,Ragazza Dolce.I have your blood coating my cock now. You’re stuck with me in this life and every life after this.” His words send me over the edge, and he makes the orgasm last even longer by pinching my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

He lets go and grabs both of my hips, picking me up off the ledge and flipping me around. “Hold on, Ellie. I’m not finished with this pussy ofmineyet.” He puts extra emphasis on the mine after what I told him earlier. And I do just as he says. His huge hands are gripping so tight. I know there will be bruises covering my skin, and knowing he’s marking me sends shivers through my body. He’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. The piercings rubbing all over my G-spot have me seeingstars. My legs are spread impossibly far, and his balls are slapping my already sensitive clit, and before I know it, I’m about to come again.

I scream out, “I’m c-coming, Cello!”

He’s right behind me, filling me with his seed. The feeling of his cock jerking inside me is so fucking erotic. I feel him slowly pull out with a grunt, spinning me around and picking me back up to sit on the ledge.

“Wha—” I stop before anything else can come out of my mouth. He has my pussy on full display, and he’s watching with rapt attention while his cum drips out of me.

“Your blood and my cum… Beautiful.” He’s swiping up what’s leaked out, smearing it all over my overly sensitive pussy, then shoving it back in. “Right where I belong.”

I have been waiting to see this side of Marcello Barone for years, but what just happened exceeded every expectation I ever set. A part of me feels guilty, but I shouldn’t. I always talk out of the side of my ass about no slut shaming, but here I am guilting myself.

Zamir and I are nothing official, and we even had the “I don’t want to do the whole monogamy thing” conversation. Then I think about my sweet, Big Boy Nash, but the same thing with him. Maybe I could have all three in my fantasy world,right?

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