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My palm smacked the back of his shoulder again. “All right. I’m out. Keep your eyes on everything. It’s been almost two weeks. Jackyl’s gotta be losing his fucking mind right about now. It’s just a matter of time before he finds us.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes while I went to the dresser on the other side of the room’s entrance to get my keys. Without saying another word, I left, closing the door. I needed to get the hell out of this house for a while. Away from the bullshit with Jackyl, away from Vincent and everything he stirred up in my head, and away from the guilt that was gnawing at my insides for what I did to an innocent teenage boy in the prime of his life. A couple hours to clear my head was exactly what I needed.

Chapter 14

Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo

A towel wrapped around my waist, I was rubbing at my face, enjoying the smooth skin. I hated beards. I never understood how anyone could live with that shit on their face. It was uncomfortable and gross.

I went to the dresser and pulled the top drawer, getting a pair of briefs. Shaking them out, I peeked at the security screens, scanning each one for anything suspicious. I glimpsed over Vincent sleeping soundly next door, Violetta and Tyler, then the kids before turning away. My stomach bottomed out and I stilled, my pulse lurching. Slowly returning my focus to the master suite, my cock was instantly rock hard.

“Whoa.”

Like a magnet, I was drawn to the desk, fixated on that monitor as I lowered to the seat. She was lying on her back in the middle of the mattress, her feet toward the top, her head somewhat hanging off the foot. Both of them naked, Tyler was standing above, bent over her figure to lick her pussy while fucking her mouth brutally. Unable to look away, I cupped the mouse, swirled it around, and unmuted their camera.

She was gagging, his cock making that oddly erotic suction sound as he pounded into her throat. Sitting up, his nails gliding along her torso, he groaned, his head throwing back, his eyelids closed. Smashing her breasts into her chest, her throat had a profound bulge as he stilled, his ass cheeks flexing.

So good, baby, he muttered, leaning his weight to one palm so the other could rub his lower abdomen. His first two fingers parted and slid around his base before curling under to stimulate his balls.

Violetta’s spine arched, her knees bending, her hands thrashing out. Retching, she shoved against him and he pulled out, spittle dangling from his dick to her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled, flicking her tiny clit. Tyler snickered and smacked her tit before groping it by the widest part and shaking.

You fucking slut, he teased with another smack.

She bit down on her bottom lip, her thighs rubbing together as she worked the little nub. Give me that yummy dick. I’m so hungry.

Groaning, he lowered to his knee, holding his cock to tap it against her face. You want this, slut?

Mm, yes. Fill my belly, please.

When he lowered on top of her a second time, his hips thrusting as if he were fucking a pussy, I could no longer see her throat bulge. Gulping, I quickly worked on the keyboard and activated the camera over the windows, zooming in. “Oh, shit,” I croaked. Not even thinking, I squeezed my head, surprised to feel it already sticky with precum.

Tyler pushed his fists into the mattress and straightened his arms, giving a better view. Every pump had her jaw extending, her neck bulging. Gurgling against the intrusion, her thighs spread to show her beautiful pussy glistening, her fingers soaked as they continued to play with her clit.

A long, breathy groan rumbled my chest, my fist stroking down my length and back to the tip, pulling the skin over the head where I paused to squeeze as hard as I could. My eyes rolling a bit, I coughed, my toes twitching. “Oh, fuck.”

Tyler slowed but went deeper, her nose now buried in his balls. Her stomach sank, her back lifting off the mattress. Trembling, she was patting the sheets, her skin turning red and sweaty.

Yeah, that feels so good.

Sounding as if she were seconds from puking, he abruptly pulled out and she collapsed, gasping for a breath, foamy spit pooling around her lips. Licking it off, her fingers returned to her pussy, plunging inside.

Now knowing firsthand what that felt like, I grew lightheaded with another husky groan. Why did that turn me on so much? I’d never cared for that before, when I was getting head, but when I gave it, and that dick went so fucking deep inside my body, I retched, christ! Yeah, it was fucking hot.

Give it to me, Ty-Ty. Cum in my mouth.

She pushed all that spit to her pursed lips, and he smeared it around his tip before viciously shoving back in. She retched so severely, her spine arched high off the mattress and I grunted, yanking my dick harder.

“Fuck, Tiny. Goddamn.”

Once more he pulled out, the spittle dribbling down the sides of her face into her hair. Squeezing a tit, he smacked it repeatedly, each one getting harder until the flesh welted and turned red, swelling.

Mm! she whimpered, writhing about the sheets. Fuck my throat, baby, please.

Beg me, slut.

Oh, please, I want it. I need it so much.

Patting the side of her face, she opened her mouth, rolling her tongue down her chin. He smirked and eased back in, going balls deep right away. This time, he was pumping rapidly, with urgency, his ass cheeks dimpling. Faster, harder, deeper, her throat was bulging, the sounds getting louder. Violetta was squirming about, fluctuating between slapping the bed or slapping at him. This time, he ignored her, however, showing no mercy.