Page 12 of Hidden While In Sight

But the belt stayed where it was, pulled through the loops of Ashford’s pants as he let them sag down his hips and pulled his cock out instead, and Diego realized Hannah hadn’t turned her back to him as she’d sunk down in front of him.

Diego really was a fucking idiot.

Ashford’s free hand cupped her jaw, lifting it before he rubbed a thumb hard over the sagging side of her mouth. “This ugly mouth of yours is enough to soften my dick,” Ashford muttered, stroking his cock to make it harder. “Open up, Hannah. You’re still hungry, aren’t you? I’m going to fix that.”

Her mouth opened as asked.

“Wider, you starving slut,” Ashford said, using his thumb to drag down the sagging side of her mouth. Then he shoved his cock down her throat.

Diego hooked his chair with his foot and sagged into it, his stomach churning.

Ashford’s hand moved to grip the tight bun at the back of her head, his other hand gripping the table hard as he began to thrust.

“That’s it, you ugly whore. Loosen that throat and take it all.” He fucked his wife’s face, brutal and hard.

His thrusting hips blocked Hannah’s face. Ashford stopped talking, his eyes losing focus as he fucked into her mouth over and over, not even looking at her.

His face fucking rocked her off-balance, and Hannah’s hand flailed. It wrapped around the table leg, nails digging in as she braced herself.

A grimace twisted Ashford’s lips. “For God’s sake, Hannah, why do you make it so hard for me to come? At least try to suck me off.” The grimace faded into satisfaction as he groaned and thrust even harder.

Hannah gagged around his cock, and Ashford twisted her bun hard as he thrust once more and then released her to grip the table with both hands. His face sagged, and he made that hiccupping sound again while coming down her throat, his shaking rattling his hanging belt buckle.

He jerked his cock out of her mouth, one hand gripping her jaw. “Swallow.”

Her throat moved in response.

He shoved away from the table, already pulling his pants back up and securing them. “I should have made you gag sooner. It would have been easier on us both.” Ashford strode out of the dining room without looking back.

Diego finally got a clear view of Hannah’s face, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming, and her makeup running. She fell forward on her hands, gagging and coughing as cum and drool dripped onto the fancy carpet. Hannah’s eyes remained squeezed tight as she dragged in air.

It only lasted a moment. Then her breathing eased. She stared down at the puddle she’d made.

“No.” The word was soft and lacked inflection. Diego thought he had misheard, but then she repeated it. “No.” And again. “No.”

Hannah leaped up, grabbing her glass of water and dumping what was left on the mess of cum and saliva. She grabbed the cloth napkin and began to scrub the wet mark she’d made.

Her breathing shuddered once, and then she leaped up again, taking every cloth napkin off the table and returning to clean the spot. By the time she’d dried most of it, her face was calm, her streaked makeup the only proof of her face being used like a glory hole.

When she stood, only a slightly darker coloring gave the spot away. One of her hands rose to her face, and then she headed out of the dining room and into the hallway bathroom. Long minutes passed. Diego stared at the darker spot on the carpet instead of Ashford, who was working calmly in his office now.

Forceful blow jobs could make a woman’s eyes stream even if she was into it. Some women enjoyed being taken roughly like that, he reminded himself. He’d had more than one woman want him like that over the years.

Hannah’s face was tightened blankness when she exited the bathroom, only the redness of her eyes giving her away. Her makeup had been scrubbed off. She made her way swiftly down the hallway and toward the children’s rooms.

The nanny closed the door to the daughter’s room, frowning when she noticed Hannah.

“They’re both asleep,” the nanny whispered. “You’ll wake them up if you go in.” Then she brushed past Hannah, heading to her own room at the end of the hallway.

Hannah stared at her daughter’s bedroom long after the nanny’s door had closed. Her eyes shut, and she lowered to her knees in the hallway, her arms folding around her stomach. She didn’t go in to tell her children good night for the second night in a row.

Diego frowned as he watched her remain there long after Ashford went to bed.

Chapter 7

Diego’s eyes opened to stare up at the ceiling from his inflated mattress, Hannah’s moans from his dream echoing in his head. His subconscious could create the sounds, but now that he was awake, he couldn’t really imagine it. Maybe instead of a toneless ‘no,’ it would be a toneless ‘yes.’

The thought didn’t soften his raging morning hard-on.

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