By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3)(50)

“You’ve waited for so long for this moment, Santino. Don’t pretend otherwise. And now that you tasted me, you’ll yearn for me even more.”

She was right. I’d go berserk if she went near another guy again because I wanted all of her for myself. Just the knowledge that someone like Cliffy and this goddamn Maurice fucker had any part of her before me was enough to drive me to the brink. I wanted to fuck them all out of her system thrust by thrust.

Anna stepped close to me, peering up at me with a coy smile. “You want me on my knees?”

“I want you on your back.”

Confusion flickered in her eyes. I gripped her by the waist and carried her over to the sofa where I dropped her so she was stretched out tantalizingly and her head lay on the armrest.

I glowered down at her and unzipped my jeans. I had trouble freeing my cock because it was so goddamn hard. I gripped the backrest over Anna’s head and leaned over her, my cock dangling over her face.

Surprise flashed in her eyes when she realized what I wanted. “Not ready for having your mouth fucked?”

Her expression became taunting. “I’m not the proper virgin, remember? You aren’t the first to claim my mouth.”

She moved her head farther back, stretching her narrow throat and peering up at me daringly through her long lashes. “If this is what you want, it’s yours.”

I wanted so much more, but I’d take this before I got nothing. I bent my knees slightly as I guided my cock to Anna’s still smirking mouth. My tip brushed her lips, coating them with my lust for her before I parted them. My grip on the armrest tightened when my cock slid deeper into her mouth. She stared at me, but I couldn’t read her for once.

“Ready?”

She smiled around my cock.

I began to slide in and out of her mouth, leaning even more over her. Soon my thrusts sped up, taking more of her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, swallowing sickly around my girth.

Her fingers dug into the sofa, trying to steady herself as she took me into her mouth.

“I bet Maurice never did this. Too proper to fuck properly, right?” I snarled. Anna pulled back, spittle running down her chin.

“Shut up, Sonny, and keep fucking my mouth.”

“You ready to take me down your throat?”

“More than ready,” she growled, her eyes full of challenge and anger.





Santino and I had been pushing each other more and more in recent days. Ever since I’d returned home from my night with Maurice. Maybe Santino had tried to downplay his anger and jealousy over finding out about Maurice and me, but it had been written all over his face. It had given me a kick, especially because so far it had always been me being jealous, of Mrs. Alfera, Mrs. Clark, and the French-Wench. It felt good to have reversed our positions for once.

I’d finally driven him over the edge. With a lie, or with an omission by which I’d confirmed his assumptions.

My clit still throbbed with the remnants of my orgasm. Everything felt swollen and damp. I’d never thought I could feel this vehemence during an orgasm. I still could hardly believe Santino had gone down on me. Though calling in that didn’t do it justice in the slightest. Santino had devoured me, made me feel dirty and worshipped. I’d barely stopped myself from crying out to the heavens like Mrs. Clark had done a long time ago.

Santino’s expression was harsh as he slid his cock into my mouth. I only saw the hard line of his mouth because he was bent over me to take my mouth. It was strange having my head tilted back so Santino could fuck my mouth.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, or wouldn’t have enjoyed it under other circumstances but the tension between us right now was toxic so this felt like he was punishing me. Maybe my own game was slowly catching up to me, and I hated it.

Santino tilted his head so he could meet my eyes and I quickly smirked around his length. He returned the smirk and sped up even more. He reached out, his fingers brushing my clit, which sprang to life at once. Santino’s finger teased my folds then he pushed one finger into me and began to finger me hard and fast, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.

I parted my legs wide and closed my eyes, handing myself over to my body completely, allowing pleasure to guide me and not allow my confusing feelings for Santino to get in the way.

I had trouble breathing around his length and my throat began to feel sore from his thrusts. On occasion, I gagged but I grabbed his thighs to steady myself. I wouldn’t admit to Santino that this was too much for me. I wouldn’t back down. The slaps of Santino’s heel against my pussy mingled with my heavy breathing and slurpy chokes. He added a second finger, making me wince briefly. Luckily Santino didn’t notice and soon pleasure banished the twinge.

My muscles constricted tightly around Santino’s fingers and my mouth widened for a lustful cry which was stifled by Santino’s cock as he plunged into me even deeper only to let out a guttural moan. Something hit the back of my throat and my tongue as Santino slid back and forth in jerky movements. I swallowed quickly when it became too much.

Santino slowed then stilled and pulled his cock out of me. I gave him a tight smile, my mouth full with the last spurt of his cum. A slight soreness pounded between my legs when Santino removed his fingers. I stood and spit his cum in his Pernod glass on the living room table before I sauntered into the bathroom and threw the door shut behind me.