I was about to write my father when the hum from Anna抯 room made me put down the laptop with a groan. Her bed was right against the wall my bed was pressed up against. The humming got louder and soon Anna抯 soft moaning mingled with the traitorous sounds of her little suction device. I wondered which of her pleasure devices were at work. The small pink suction device didn抰 create such a hum, so she definitely had a dildo in hand as well. The image of Anna pushing a dildo into her pussy immediately sent blood into my cock.
This was the purest torture. I wasn抰 even sure why I was still holding back. Things between Anna and me had already crossed into unprofessionalism a long time ago. I might as well bang that sweet pussy and stop that snarky mouth from spouting more provocation.
Anna wanted me. She wanted a few meaningless fucks without the risk of attachment. I was the man for that. Or I used to be. With Anna things were more complicated, but why should I deny myself sex with the woman I desired only because a few complicated feelings were thrown into the mix? Most of them were annoyance anyway.
As if Anna could sense my resolve slipping, she kept pushing all my buttons. She was going in for the kill and I was ready to fall victim to her.
Fuck, we were thousands of miles away from home, away from my Capo. I抎 banged married women with their husbands sleeping in the next room and thrived on the thrill, but with Anna it was different. Mainly because of Dante.
It was late, already after dinner when Anna stepped out of the bathroom in a man抯 shirt. I couldn抰 tell if she wore anything beneath it and the thought was enough to drive me insane. I wasn抰 sure if it was a shirt she抎 bought in the man抯 department of a secondhand shop or if Maurice had given it to her during another meeting in Anna抯 fashion school. I hadn抰 smelled him on her again, and I tried to tell myself that she wasn抰 seeing him anymore. I tried to keep an eye on her as much as possible, but it wasn抰 always possible during her fashion studies and Anna used every chance she got to shake me off. 揑s that Maurice抯？？
I was a sucker for punishment. I didn抰 even want to know the answer.
Anna glanced down at herself and gave a shrug. 揥hat if I say yes??
揧ou should be careful. Maurice knows who you are. He could ruin your reputation.?
揑 doubt it抯 my reputation you抮e worried about, Sonny. Can you just stop the fucking charade and admit that you want to fuck me and that you regret that Maurice had me first??
She knew exactly when to use the hated nickname to rile me up.
揑抦 sorry if you regret your past choices but I won抰 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. 揑 bet you wish you could turn back time now. But it抯 not too late yet, Sonny. You can have me now. I抦 free tonight. Maurice has other plans. We抮e not exclusive, you know??
She bent over to pick up a hairpin she抎 揳ccidentally?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抎 controlled myself for far too long, had let Maurice get a taste of something I抎 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抎 be my downfall. One day, I抎 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抎 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抯 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抰 in control this time.