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.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck that fucking throat. She can take it. Unh, she can fucking take that cock. Don’t stop.”
One fist holding his weight, he leaned to the side, his face upturned to the ceiling. His features twisted with pleasure, he cupped her nape to arch her neck even further, the bulge now accentuated.
I groaned, roughly jerking my dick, my fist clapping against my pelvis. “Oh, shit.”
At this angle, her jawbone was poking out, the lump all the way down to the little dip at the bottom of the throat, right above the collarbone, and I was reeling, my stomach knotting.
Foamy spit pouring down her cheeks into her hair and ears, she was flailing about, her complexion almost purple.
The squelching mingling with her gags was hypnotic, my mouth dry from panting so hard as I remembered Vincent doing that to me.
Her tits were jiggling and swaying from her struggle, her nails digging into his forearms…
but she wasn’t pushing him away. She was taking it like a good little whore.
Had I taken it like a good boy?
Jesus…fuck…Dario. Oh, shit, ain’t no one sucked my dick that goddamn good before. You’re the best I ever had.
My eyes rolled and lust scorched my insides, breaking me out in goosebumps. “Oh, god, Tiny. Fuck, yeah.”
Tyler began grunting and moaning, his motions slowing but staying deep. His stomach sank, his head throwing back yet again. Oh, baby. Oh, god, Letta. I’m cumming. Oh, my god, I’m cumming. You ready? You want it?
She moaned louder, a foot kicking in the air as she thrashed about.
He thrust deep and froze, emitting a feral growl that had every hair on my body standing on end.
Curling forward a bit, my head tipped back, a guttural groan shook my stomach as cum spurted onto my lower abdomen the same time Tyler shot down that slender throat.
Oh, fuck, I love you, Letta. Oh, my god, I fucking love you so much.
Yanking out, she wheezed on a gasp, curling to her side. Grinning, she wiped her face on the sheet, gently gripping his cock to give a few, loose strokes. I love you, too, Ty-Ty.
He laid down next to her, gathering her in his arms. Showering her face with kisses, I frowned, dread weighting my stomach. I cursed and removed the towel to wipe off my abdomen before muting the camera. Lunging to my feet, I tossed the terrycloth aside and hastily stepped into my briefs.
And then I stilled, ice rolling through my veins. I came. I actually fully came with jizz, and everything! Holy shit!
My focus lowered to my softening dick, and I continued to stand there, waiting for that sense of relief, that feeling of satisfaction I normally got after an orgasm.
There was nothing. In fact, I felt kind of gross. Dirty, even.
Clucking my teeth, my frame deflated with defeat.
Why the fuck did Cathy have to cheat on me?
And not with just anyone, with a member of a rival gang.
Had it been a regular man, I probably would have just divorced her ass and tossed her to the streets.
Because of who her lover was, I’d had no choice but to kill her.
Had she been faithful, she would be here with me right now, and nothing ever would have happened between me and Vincent.
As it was, something had, I was clearly changed, and now I had to raise our daughter by myself and I was pissed.
I had actually really, truly loved that woman. Now what the hell was I supposed to do?
“Shit.”
I flung myself to the mattress, face down, and growled in frustration. No woman was worth this trouble. My days of monogamy were over. From here on out, I’d share my bed with a woman when I needed a good fucking, but otherwise, I was done with relationships.
Rotating my face to peer at the master suite, my brows lifted.
Tyler was lying down in the center of the bed and Violetta was riding him, her long, black waves falling down her back, her palms groping her breasts.
My focus raking over them both, I couldn’t help but recall the day me and Vincent saw her fucking his ass with the cucumber.
Though they’d already found my dad’s girlfriend’s stash and used it, apparently, they’d wanted something bigger than the small dildo.
I had never known she was so open-minded and explorative sexually. Though I’d never thought about having that done, watching Tyler convulse with an explosive orgasm showed it had been pleasurable, at least to him. And she had coaxed him on, accepting his needs.
Vincent had put his finger in my ass and I’d enjoyed it.
Would I like something bigger, as well? Tyler wasn’t gay, but got off on anal play.
Perhaps I was being too uptight about everything and should be a little more open-minded as well.
I mean, I already had a lot of kinks on my own, what if there was a lot more to sex I was missing out on because of my fears?
Cathy hadn’t been very accommodating in the bedroom.
I had a somnophilia kink that she had always been unwilling to participate with.
She’d let me try it a couple times but quickly shut it down in the beginning of our relationship, saying she didn’t trust me and what I was doing when she was unconscious.
As if I would hurt her or do anything to break her trust. I was a lot of things, but when it came to the woman I was committed to, I was a goddamn good man.
Well, until she cheated and I had no choice but to get rid of her.
At least I did it as quickly as possible, so she felt very little to no pain in the end. That was love, goddammit.
A chilling thought occurred to me, shrinking my lungs.
I had gone to Jackyl to get some benzos to use on Cathy a few years ago.
When I’d told them what they were for, he’d been humored but stunned.
Had I given him the idea? Had I put that in his head to turn around and do that to Violetta, but in a nonconsensual manner?
Was I, indirectly, partly responsible for what happened to her?
Violetta threw her head back and reared up, spraying Tyler’s cock and hips with juices.
My cock tingling again, I huffed and turned my back to the screens, closing my eyelids.
If I ever did entertain the notion of monogamy again, it would have to be with someone like Violetta.
From here on out, she was on a pedestal, and every woman would be compared to her.
If they failed to live up to her level of perfection, I’d just fuck them and send them on their way.
Next time I fell in love, it would be with someone like her.