Page 13 of Hidden While In Sight

Diego cussed himself as he pulled up the video of her on his phone. It was impossible not to study her fully, from her partially slack, unique mouth to her bruises to her scars to those tight, cherry-sized breasts. That was what his cock wanted. He freed it from his sweatpants, stroking from base to tip instead of gripping it hard like he wanted. The pre-cum smeared around the tip, and he was annoyed that it was already there.

He’d seen Hannah shudder. It was easier to picture that as he stared at her breasts on the screen, thinking about how she’d shudder as he sucked her tits into his mouth and using his damp hand to fist his hard cock. He no longer wanted to sink into her; he wanted to watch her orgasm. Would she even make a sound? He doubted it. The video switched to the view of her pretty cunt from behind, and he jerked his cock in long, hard strokes, his balls tightening along with the muscles in his lower back.

No, he wouldn’t sink his cock into that pussy. He’d devour it instead. Had Hannah ever been eaten out? Ashford was a selfish prick, and she’d married young, so probably not. Diego would fuck her with his tongue and suck on those shaved-bare pussy lips before devouring her clit, all while he stroked himself. The thought of her dripping on his face and shuddering while his hand jerked his cock, just like it was doing now, was enough for him to shout as his cum shot on his stomach. His hand stilled. He opened his eyes, realizing only when he did that he’d closed them while imagining her cunt shuddering against his face.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, sagging into the lumpy air mattress as his body relaxed. He dragged tissues out of the box he’d placed next to it and mopped himself up yet again. He’d been masturbating way more than normal over the past two days, jerking off to Hannah’s image every time. It was a sickness, made worse by nothing happening over at their house.

Watching the Ashfords was boring as hell again.

He checked the cameras anyway. Hannah was in the gym, Ashford had left for work, and the nanny was in the playroom with the kids, using the flashcards to teach them letters or colors or numbers, some fucking thing.

Diego went to shower.

When he came out, shoulders still damp and more drops falling as he flicked back his wet hair, a feminine giggle came from the speaker, freezing him in place. No way was that Hannah.

He dragged himself closer. If it was her, he was going to lose his shit.

It wasn’t Hannah. Anne fucking Clemmon giggled again as Ashford pushed her onto the couch in the den. The lawyer was home early to diddle the nanny. He was such a goddamn cliché.

They were going to fuck in Hannah’s favorite space in the house, and she was right outside the open door, watching her husband lean down and suck face with their nanny.

Anticipation thudded in Diego’s veins as he flicked his gaze among the monitors to find the best angle to see Hannah’s face. He hadn’t missed it. Her face was still set in that stony blankness, and he leaned closer, not wanting to miss even a flicker of emotion. No way would she remain unemotional—frigid—while watching them fuck.

Ashford pulled back, swiping a thumb over Anne’s swollen mouth with a smile before reaching for his belt. “Open that mouth for me, like the sexy slut you are.”

Diego grunted. The ‘slut’ was familiar, but Ashford hadn’t once called his wife sexy. Diego remembered ‘attention-seeking,’ ‘starving,’ and ‘ugly’. Ashford was such an asshole.

“No,” Anne said, and Diego’s eyes flicked to see her pouting. “Why should I? It was your wife you asked to suck you off the other night.” She crossed her arms, flumping back into the couch. “Go make her do it.”

Hannah tensed in the doorway, her eyes widening briefly.

Diego’s hand closed on the table. He’d finally caught a glimpse of emotion again, and it was fucking fear.

“Get angry, Hannah,” he murmured, focusing on her eyes, but all emotion had already faded as they both listened to her husband chuckle.

“You’re such a brat, Annie. Now open that goddamn mouth so I can fuck it out of you.” He slapped her cheek with his exposed cock, and her pout turned into a giggle as she opened her mouth and closed her lips around him.

The nanny moaned, dragging a groan out of Ashford as he braced against the wall. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, suck just like that. You’re such a good slut, Annie. So much better than my wife.”

Diego waited for the anger, but Hannah only showed her typical blankness as she watched them.

Anne moaned again, gripping his ass and hoovering the fuck out of Ashford’s cock.

“So good!” Ashford groaned as he began to fuck her face in small, controlled thrusts. “Be careful. If you make me come too fast, there will be none left for that dripping pussy of yours.”

The nanny eased her sucking, her hands dropping to the couch as she hummed around his thrusting cock.

Emotion flooded Hannah’s face, but it wasn’t anything like Diego had expected. Her eyes had softened, and the half of her mouth that worked properly tilted up in the first smile Diego had seen outside of a photo, confusing the hell out of him. She whirled and raced away from the den. The sound of her slapping feet was muffled by the groans and praises her husband was hurling at their nanny as he continued to fuck her face.

Hannah ran all the way to the playroom, bursting inside.

Her daughter squealed in delight, dropping her toy and throwing herself at Hannah.

Her son dropped his toy as well, but he glared at her. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“That’s not for you to worry about,” Hannah said, hugging her daughter to her and holding her half smile, though it no longer reached her eyes. “But I only have a few minutes.” She dropped to her knees, giving her daughter a full hug. “What do you want to do with Mommy, Emma?” she asked, her head nuzzling against the toddler’s.

Emma wiggled out of her hold and lunged for a book. “Chomp!” she squealed, waving the square, yellow book at her mother. “Chomp, chomp!”

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