Page 39 of Family Secrets

Chapter Sixteen

Jonathan fisted his tan fingers into the thick locks of the young girl with his dick down her throat.

“Just like that, baby. Take it all.”

There were few things Jonathan Vitale loved more in life than having his dick sucked. This beautiful girl certainly knew what she was doing, had from the moment she first came through his front door, bitching how the boys in her neighborhood couldn’t please her in bed. He’d fucked her good and hard that day, and every week for the past few years.

“Play with my balls,” he hissed. “Easy with the nails.”

Johnathan needed this, anything to take his mind off the clusterfuck of his world. He had one son he couldn’t control; Giovanni was too much like himself, something neither one of them cared to admit. And the second, who was like a fly buzzing around; too fast for him to capture, yet constantly in his face.

Sully’s mother, Barbara, was the one time he should have pulled out and come all over her tits, or better yet, fucked her mouth like the sweet little girl between his knees.

Barbara was a dancer in one of his clubs, she was hot, and he was horny. A few months later she’d showed up at his table in another club claiming to be pregnant with his child. He’d blown her off, returning to Sicily where his beautiful wife, Chiara, gave birth to Giovanni. Nearly a year later he came home from a meeting, his bags packed at the door and Barbara sitting on a bench holding a baby with eyes so much like his there was no way he could deny the child. Next thing he knew, he woke up naked, inside his brother-in-law’s office, his hands were tied over his head and one of his eyes swollen shut. He and Barbara were placed on a jet, surrounded by the men who’d worked beside him the day prior, holding guns to his head before kicking him off the plane, guaranteeing his death if he ever returned.

“Put a finger in my ass,” he demanded, pulling the girl's hair as he scooted down in his chair, giving her room to do as he instructed.

Jonathan thanked God every day the church refused to grant Chiara a divorce. She was the only woman he would ever love, despite how severely he’d betrayed her. He’d call her once he finished, needing to hear her voice as it brought comfort to his soul.

Thinking of Chiara, her dark hair and soft features, brought a tingling to his balls, the first sign of his impending orgasm. “Open your throat,” he warned, picturing his wife before he caused her to hate him. It was the night she told him they were expecting, taking his hands and placing them on her still flat stomach. It was the first and last time she told him she loved him. As he pictured her straddling his lap, he felt his release, and then his world went dark.

“Damn it, Babe!”The woman between Jonathan's flaccid knees cried. “This bra is new, and you got his fucking brains all over it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a hundred bras once this is over and the Vitale’s are no more.”

“Promise?” The young girl questioned the man who’d used her oral skills and Jonathan’s obsession with sex to his advantage. Doing what so many dreamed of by shooting Jonathan Vitale in the head.

“Have I ever let you down before?”

The girl shook her head, tucking her bottom lips between her veneered teeth, a gift from the dead man slumped to the side.

“You know,” the man with the gun still in his hand began, as he rounded the couch. “Watching you take his cock down your throat made me hard as fuck.” Palming his cock with his free hand, the man tossed his gun to the couch beside a still twitching Jonathan.

With blood and gray matter falling from her chest, the young woman rose to her feet, her ruined bra quickly discarded, beckoning the man with her finger. The girl turned to the wall, placing her body against the mahogany bookshelves. She’d held this position many times as Jonathan would fuck her for hours, the old man had the stamina of a man half his age. Lifting her left leg, she placed her foot on one of the lower bookshelves. Raising her hand to her mouth she licked her fingers and wiped her spit on the opening to her ass.

“Your turn, baby,” she called, her eyes landing on Jonathan’s dead body. He’d been the one to introduce her to the pleasure of anal sex one afternoon when he wanted to fuck her, but her period came early. Despite how horrible he treated her, she would miss so many things about him. While she gave him endless blowjobs, he taught her how to harness her sexuality, pleasuring herself instead of waiting for the idiot she was fucking to do it for her. He was the first man to be honest with her, telling her to never trust a man who said he loved her as he fucked her.

The man wasted little time shedding his pants before watching the tight ass of his partner swallow his cock. The intensity of her grip on his dick forced a growl from his throat, tossing his head back, he plunged deeper into her, the force sending several books to the floor.

Pain like Jonathan had never known flooded his body, his vision limited and blurry. He attempted to cry for help, but nothing came out, only a gurgle from his throat. He couldn’t move, each breath becoming harder than the last. He was dying, slowly and painfully as his Chiara cursed him to do.

Slamming his eyes shut, he waited for the end, but the sounds in the room forced them open, his eyes landing on the couple fucking against the wall of his office. Despite his limited vision, he recognized the man with his dick up the girl’s ass, his deception hurting more than the bullet swimming around in his head. He needed to leave something behind, a way for his son to find this couple and kill them. Using the last of his strength, Jonathan willed his hand to move, gripping the discarded gun and sealing his hand around the barrel. Knowing the girl as he did, rigor mortis would set in long before she was finished milking him of his last ounce of energy, making it impossible for them to pry the gun from his hand.

With the barrel, tight in his grip, Jonathan took a final breath, closed his eyes and thought, “Chiara.”

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