Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 110

There's nothing soft, or sweet, or polite, or playful about what happens next.

Kent's mouth is hard on mine, all tongue and teeth and frustrated rage. I meet him at every stroke, pushing him back against the wall and tearing first at his suit jacket, trying to push it off his shoulders - wanting to feel his skin, but not knowing if I want to tear it with my nails or feel it pressed on mine -

But then I decide, quite suddenly, that the suit jacket is a god damn waste of time and I push him, hard, so that he falls on his a*s against the stone steps behind him. Kent gasps in pain as he lands, his anger flashing across his face as he glares up at me. He puts his hands down against the stone to thrust himself back up -

But he stops when he sees me pull my tank top up over my head, baring my naked torso beneath. And as I hastily push at the elastic waist of my pajama shorts Kent makes a snap decision and falls back on the step, his hands moving hastily to his belt. When my shorts hit the ground he's only halfway done, but I'm already moving forward, acting completely on instinct, placing one knee steadily at the side of his hip and working to throw my other leg over him - "Damn it, Fay," Kent mutters, pushing my leg back, still unzipping his pants and shoving them down. "Would you let me just -"

"Shut up," I snap, throwing my leg over him anyway, ignoring his protest and taking his face in both of my hands. He gets his pants down over his hips just as I fully straddle his lap and kiss him.

Kent's neck bends backwards as I take control, as I hold his face between my palms and curve my body over him, slanting my mouth to the side and dipping my tongue deep into his mouth, loving the whiskey and tobacco taste of him. Kent moans against me, giving in, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. He lets me bend him back as far as I want, lets me lick him as deeply as I please, lets me do whatever I want for a change.

And then one of the hands tight around my waist loosens, moving quickly down over my a*s and, after lingering a moment with a full grasp of my cheek in his palm, he dips that hand between us.

I know he's hard for me already - I can feel him beneath me - but Kent positions his cock against my entrance, holding himself steady there but letting me -

I pull my face away for a moment and open my eyes, looking down into his, surprised and making sure that -

That he's really letting me take charge.

He blinks once and nods just a little, just slightly. And then, gently at first, I lower myself down onto him.

But the moment I feel him start to press into me, I can't go slow anymore. I let out a heavy moan and, shuddering at the feel of him, I let gravity pull me down fully onto his thick cock, my neck arching backward and my face turning up to the ceiling. Kent's whole body goes rigid as he feels me tighten around him, as I start to follow my body's commands and pulse my hips, moving him inside of me. And then, as I start to go molten around him, Kent moans between his teeth and leans back, looking up at me, driving his c**k further up into me and letting me grind against him.

I let my head hang back, pressing my eyes shut as my breath starts to come in short gasps. I wrap one hand around Kent's neck for leverage as I begin to sweep my hips in long, deep strokes, digging my nails hard against his skin while the fingers of my other hand twist in his hair.

My release builds in me quickly, but I'm not surprised - with me on top, Kent fills me to a depth I've never felt before. I'm already gasping, Kent's hands hard on my hips, pulling me down tighter, moving with me and making every movement of my body rougher, sharper. I can feel his d**k throb inside me, hard up against that place he hit when he fucked me in his office - that spot within me that wipes the world away and narrows my entire to focus on each pounding stroke.

Kent starts to meet me now, learning my rhythm, pulsing hard up into me every time I flick my hips forward. And then, as I come close to the edge of it, my back curling forward and my release breaking through -

A groan breaks from Kent's lips - a hard, desperate thing as he buries his face against my shoulder and I feel him spill against my inner walls, hot and thick -

And the knowledge of it - of the fact that I did that - that I was in charge this time, and that I made Kent cum, as he made me before -

Fuck, but it pushes me over, and I'm gasping as the release pulses through me, tension chasing joy and pleasure and need throughout my stomach, my core, my limbs, my mind...

I fall forward, pulling him close against me, his head tucked against my shoulder as I slap one of my hands hard against his back, my nails sliding over his skin as the final pulses of my o****m trace through me, as I continue to shudder and take shaky breaths. Unthinking, I trace my nails a little way down the length of Kent's spine and he shivers under my hand. I smile at that, pleased, and do it again, eliciting a little growl from him that I like very much.

We stay just like for a minute while we catch our breath, my body straddling his lap, his arms tight around my waist, his forehead pressed against my shoulder as I pant and come back to myself. Then, realizing that there's a dull ache in my hips from being spread so far apart, I shift a little, but Kent tightens his arms, holding me still.

"No, stop," he murmurs, his whole body still tense under my arms. "Please, Fay," he whispers, and I open my eyes at the surprise of him...well, of asking me for something. Saying please. "Please," he repeats, "just...f*****g let me hold you. For one minute." I tense a little at his words but then...I relent.

Don't think about it, I tell myself as I allow my body to relax against his. My muscles unwind as I gather Kent closer to me, feeling him turn his face to lay it gently against my breast, moving one of his arms below my a*s so that he's supporting my weight with it, holding me -

Actually holding me, not just letting me sit on his lap.

I tuck my own head down next to his, pressing my lips to the skin of his neck, his shoulder, before letting my cheek rest against him, closing my eyes and letting all of my anger and my tension fade away. Because this, now...there's no space for it here. Not anymore. We stay that way, curled quietly against each other, for longer than a minute. For a long time, really. And suddenly I realize that I've grown quite cold because, without realizing it, I've begun to shiver a little bit.

"Shit," Kent murmurs as he feels me start to shake a little against him. He raises his head, pulling back and looking up at me. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I reply, raising my own head and meeting his eyes, so close to mine. "Um, I think I'm just...cold?"

"Shit," he says again, shaking his head and unclasping his arms, letting me move away. "I'm sorry, Fay - I think I forget how cold it gets down here -"

"It's okay," I reply, understanding because honestly I didn't notice either - the front half of my body was quite warm, pressed tight against his -

I lift myself off of Kent and stand up quickly, turning to look for my clothes as I hear him stand and quickly fasten his pants. I spy my little pajama shorts on the ground and bend over to grab them, listening passively for the sound of Kent's belt buckling behind me, when suddenly - I gasp as I'm suddenly spun around - and then I barely have a second to realize what's happening as Kent bends me over his shoulder, lifting my bare ass high in the air as he begins to carry me, fireman style, up the stone stairs.