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I jostled and choked on a gasp, my heart wrenched painfully to the side.

“No one can touch you, Vinny, I’ll not let them, ever. There’s still something so damn pure inside you, and I need to protect it because I need that side of you to keep me alive.”

Somewhere along the lines, he had started grinding against me, rolling our cocks between our stomachs, and my orgasm was building once more.

“You woke up a part of me I didn’t know existed and I have never felt so goddamn free, so alive, so hopeful.” His breaths shallowed, his movements quickening. His jaw falling a bit, he coughed and his eyes rolled slightly before refocusing on mine. “Because no one in my entire life has ever made me cum so fucking hard. I’m cumming, baby. Cum with me.”

Falling under his spell, I rocked against him, gyrating harder, faster.

He coughed again, his forehead falling against mine. “Fuck, baby, ain’t no one ever made me feel this fucking good.”

I groaned, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer. My pulse racing, I grew lightheaded, the pressure building. “I love you, Dario. Unh, oh, fuck, I love you.”

His eyes rolled once again with another cough against my face. “Shit, I’m there, baby. Oh, fuck, I love you, too, baby. Cum on me, gimme that nut, Vin. Oh, shit!” he rasped, making jerkier movements.

I thrust hard and exploded, growling through gritted teeth. “Dario!” I hissed, my nails dragging down his back to cup his ass cheek.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, unh!”

He burst right behind me, our cum shooting up between our abdomens, smearing between us. Sagging into the wall, panting, my eyelids closed while he scattered kisses all over my face. Gradually, he inched down my torso, licking at the stickiness. Emitting a loud groan, he sank to his knees and gazed up at me, pumping my sensitive cock so it wouldn’t soften.

“Because no one tastes as good as you and I really, really like it when you fuck my throat like a pussy so hard, I gag. Fuck my throat, baby. Fuck it hard,” he said before opening his mouth and taking me halfway down.

Lust fogging my brain, I groaned, pushed off the wall, cupped the back of his head, and pounded against his esophagus until my tip forced its way inside. Retching, his tongue rolled out beneath and his eyes watered. My upper lip curling, I grew feral and brutally fucked his face.

Dash gagged and shoved me away, stomach bile pouring onto the floor of the shower. Gulping in air, he fisted my cock and yanked me back, glaring up my torso.

I grunted, folded both my hands at the back of his skull, and shoved him down, burying his nose in my hair. His throat spread wide for my cock and then collapsed around it, creating a suction that had me tumbling into another release right away. This time, when he shoved against my thighs, I refused to let him. Retching and gagging, his back was curling, his tongue flailing around my balls.

“Oh, shit, Dash. Unh, take it. Oh, shit, you’re a good boy, take that fucking nut. Drink it down.”

His elbow and then palm banged into the wall as he vomited a second time, the liquids gushing down my thighs to splatter around my feet and his knees. The sounds he was making sent me spiraling and I bucked with another orgasm. My cum pushing past the bile, his throat instinctively flexed to swallow as I rode the release to the end.

“Oh, shit, I love you. My god, I love you so much, Dario. Oh, my god, I’m almost done. Fuck,” I wheezed, bending forward and dragging out the word.

Two orgasms so close together left me raw and overstimulated. His mouth now more painful than pleasurable, I broke away and collapsed to the built in, bamboo seat in the corner. Gasping for air, my hands on the sides of my head, I looked down my nose at him falling to his ass to rest in the opposite corner. The water started turning cold as it washed the mess down the drain, but we just sat there, staring at one another, panting heavily.

After several minutes, barely even blinking, he rose to his feet, closed the small gap, and slid his hand across the base of my skull, adding pressure to force me to look up his frame. His chin on his chest, his other hand cupped the underside of my jaw, his thumb pushing into my mouth.

“I think it’s time you were the good boy.”

A wave of ecstasy crashed into my core and I groaned, every nerve prickling. Very eagerly ducking my chin to scoff him down to my throat immediately, my arms circled his waist to hold him close while I bobbed on his head.

“I love you, Vinny,” he whispered loud enough to be heard over the water. “Don’t matter how or why, I love you and I ain’t ever letting you go. You’re it, baby, and I don’t need no one but you.”

His words seeped into my frightened, skittish soul to heal some of the insecurities left behind by my toxic relationship with Billy Wagner. He loved me, I loved him, and most of the people in our lives were accepting us together. Everything else was trivial. The love was what mattered.

Chapter 55

Vincent da Silva

Saturday 01.01.2020

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, forcing my heart to beat far faster than normal. My palms sweating, my chin was lifted high to let Violetta fix my tie. I stared over the top of her head at our reflection in the mirror, my stomach trembling.

She snickered, smoothing her palm down the front of my shirt. “I remember being in your shoes not too many years ago. Remember?”

Sadness sank my excitement as my focus lowered to hers. “When you married Jackyl.”