By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3)(49)

She knew exactly when to use the hated nickname to rile me up.

“I’m sorry if you regret your past choices but I won’t sit back and wait for you while you are busy banging our married neighbors.”

I wished I had actually banged one of our neighbors, but Anna held me in her teasing iron grip.

She gave me a pitying smile. “I bet you wish you could turn back time now. But it’s not too late yet, Sonny. You can have me now. I’m free tonight. Maurice has other plans. We’re not exclusive, you know?”

She bent over to pick up a hairpin she’d “accidentally” dropped, causing the dress shirt to ride up, revealing her perky ass cheeks and a tiny red thong.

And fuck, I could see a darker spot. She was aroused. Pissing me off got her wet. My nostrils flared with rage and desire.

Something snapped in me. I’d controlled myself for far too long, had let Maurice get a taste of something I’d been craving for many months. I was done holding back, done playing noble when I was anything but. I stalked toward her, grabbed her arm and pushed her against the kitchen table.

Her eyes flashed up to mine, and a knowing gleam filled them.

She’d be my downfall. One day, I’d die because of Anna Cavallaro.

She opened her mouth, but I was sick of her provocation. I grabbed her narrow waist and hoisted her up on the table. I fell to my knees, ripped apart her tiny thong, and dove between her legs. I licked her from her firm ass crack up to her swollen clit, tasting her sweet arousal. She cried out as if she was already close to coming, but she’d suffer first.

I shoved my tongue into her tight pussy and began fucking her with it, getting off on the tight hold of her muscles. She tasted like pure sin. I sucked one smooth labia into my mouth, enjoying Anna’s twitch and gaspy moan. Her fingers clutched the edge of the table and her eyes were wide with surprise.

I smirked against her dripping flesh. She pushed her fingers into my hair and tugged sharply as I admired her wet flesh. Her bundle of nerves was pulsing with blood, desperate for some love. I drew in a deep breath of her heady scent, memorizing it. My cock was rock hard in my boxers, ready to explode from our banter.

Her hand in my hair tightened and she pushed me back against her pussy. I took her up on the invitation but gripped her hand and tore it away from my head. She wasn’t in control this time.

I plunged my tongue even deeper into her pussy. She cried out again, her legs parting wider and her toes curling. I fucked her with my tongue as my hands held on to her ass cheeks, messaging them. Her ass taunted me as she lay spread widely before me. As I buried my tongue deep inside of her once more, I pushed the tip of my thumb into her tight ass. It was a primal part of me that wanted to claim a part of Anna first, and even if Maurice had taken everything else, he didn’t strike me as the type who knew what to do with a woman’s ass.

“Santino,” she cried out. Her ass muscles fought the intrusion but her pussy begged for more.

I rubbed my tongue along her seam over and over again, while my thumb kept circling her other hole. Anna’s face was flushed red and her usually immaculate hair was all over the place. I never wanted to stop devouring her. She’d probably have rug burn from my stubble tomorrow, and I knew I’d love the sight of it. I pressed even closer, pressing the flat of my tongue against her opening before I flicked the tip up. Her legs fell open completely as she let loose, and handed me control for the first time.

“Good girl,” I murmured against her pussy, smirking at her sound of protest, but my tongue circled her clit, silencing her.

And then I closed my lips around her swollen nub and sucked. Anna went off like a firecracker. She almost leaped off the desk. Her pussy pulsated against my mouth as she came hard. She rocked and moaned loud enough that the neighbors from across the street could probably hear her too. I licked up her release eagerly, almost delirious about her body’s reaction. Fuck, she was explosive.

I watched her and slowly drew my thumb out of that tight ass, eager to replace it with my cock.

She gave me a triumphant smile as if she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. This woman was trouble, pure trouble.

I shoved to my feet, leaning over her. “You showed me your perky ass for weeks now, why don’t you bend over and let me claim your tight ass with my cock.”

Her eyebrows climbed her forehead. I couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes. I definitely caught her off guard. What? Did she think I wouldn’t talk dirty to the princess? We’d crossed that line the first time she walked around in front of me half naked.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her. But I knew all bets would be off if I kissed those smirking lips right now. Anna already had me wrapped around her fingers, and I hoped she’d never find out.

“You’ll have to settle for my mouth,” she said with a teasing smile.

Anger surged through me. Of course, she still wanted to stipulate the conditions of our fucking sessions. Always in control. Always teasing me.

“Then I’m going to fuck it as I would have your ass,” I growled.

“It’s all yours.” One corner of her lips darted up. She was sweaty and a flush still spread between her breasts. Her inner thighs were red from my stubble and her pussy was glistening invitingly.

Sooner or later, I’d lose my mind.

Anna hopped off the table with a smirk. Hints of her lust remained on the wooden surface. I raised my eyebrows at her. “How much longer do you intend to make me wait for your mouth?”