Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 137

d**k.

Once Kent is unzipped I fold my fingers over the edge of his pants and his boxer-briefs, tugging down, and Kent helps me, pushing at the back of his pants so that they fall all at once to the floor. And then I'm suddenly quite intimately face-to-face with his rock-hard I blink in surprise, doing my best to maintain my cool even though I'm - I'm honestly a little freaked out -

I mean, Kent's c**k is in some ways an old friend by now - a very good old friend. But we've - we've never met quite like this -

Perhaps sensing my reaction, or just wanting to get his pants away from his ankles, Kent takes two steps back, lifting his feet out of his slacks and kicking them away. As he does that, his hand goes to the base of his c**k and he runs his palm slowly up the length of it, back and forth, letting me see him do it.

I can't pull my eyes away from him, half mesmerized, half...half wondering how the hell I'm supposed to get that in my mouth. I mean, I haven't seen a lot of penises with my own eyes so I don't have a lot to compare to, and I've always been aware that Kent is large, but honestly, considering it now -

"Are you ready, Fay?" Kent asks, his voice hard, and I snap my face up to his. Seeing his dark determination there, I wipe my hesitation from my face and nod once.

He steps close to me again, sliding his hand to the base of his c**k and holding it still before me. And then his other hand comes up to my cheek, gently tucking a curl of my hair behind my ear.

"Open your mouth," he murmurs, his voice rough, though I think he's trying to be gentle for my sake. It's hard for him, though - I can tell. Kent's desire to move fast is in every twitch of his cock, which pulses now along with the beating of his heart.

Something in that settles me, I don't know what - maybe the fact that Kent is apparently feeling just as crazed as I am right now? But whatever it is, I'm grateful for it as I tilt my head back and smirk up at Kent before opening my mouth for him, just inches from his d**k, and stick out my tongue just a little bit.

He groans, then, pressing his eyes shut for a second almost as if he can't look at me. Then, after steeling himself, he looks back at me and carefully, almost gently, places the head of his dick against my tongue, beginning to slowly rub it back and forth.

I blink, surprised at the softness of it, the warmth of it, and I stick my tongue out a little further, wanting to feel more of that thick cock against it, rubbing my tongue up and down once over that tender spot on the underside of his d**k. I'm surprised to find that it's already a little wet, a little bead of moisture dripping out onto my tongue.

Kent groans again, clenching his teeth, before squeezing out a few words.

"Your hand, Fay," he murmurs, "take it. Here, at the base, where my hand is."

And I obey, lifting my hand and hesitantly replacing his at the base of his cock as Kent lifts his hand away and runs his fingers through his hair, staring at me.

And suddenly I'm in complete control, Kent's throbbing c**k hard against my tongue, my hand wrapped around the base of it and -

And I have no idea what to do.

I stare up at Kent, suddenly freaked out, and pull my tongue away as my hand tightens a little, anxious, around his c**k. "Kent," I whisper, looking between him and the d**k in my hand, "what - what am I supposed to do -"

"Whatever you want, Fay," he murmurs, clenching his teeth and shaking his head a little, clearly-clearly holding back for my sake, because I can tell just by looking at him that the last thing he wants to do is talk about this - that he wants this dick in my mouth now

-

"What!?" I gasp. "Kent!" I say, my eyes going wider. "You were supposed to teach me!"

"Fay," he groans, tilting his head back, his shoulders starting to shake with his restraint, "Trust me, if I tell you to do what I really want to do to you right now, you will be...scarred for life. I don't want to freak you out - you should just get used to the feel of it in your mouth - just lick it, see how it feels before you start to -"

"Kent!" I snap, starting to get mad, because - because I'm scared, but I want to get this right, I want him to like it. "This is not about me feeling comfortable! I'm trying to get you off!"

"Oh my god, Fay," Kent growls, staring down at me now in frustration, anger tinging his words. "I've been about ten seconds away from cumming since the moment I saw you on your knees. What you do doesn't matter - you could probably just lick it twice at this point -"

"No!" I protest, glaring up at him, starting to get mad myself, impulsively raising my other hand and letting it fly in a broad arc towards him. "I want to do it right! You were supposed to teac-" But I don't finish my word, because before I can finish my open palm smacks the side of his thigh, hard, dangerously close to his ass.

Kent's eyes go wide at the same moment as I do as we both realize that...

That I kind of spanked Kent.

But my eyes only get wider as his narrow in rage, as he takes half a step closer to me and buries his fingers deep in my hair, curling into a knot at the back of my head. "Fine!" he snaps, "Fine, Fay! Open your mouth! Put it inside!"

And I do - fast - I open my mouth and lean forward, letting Kent's d**k slide across my tongue as it did before -

Except this time, Kent moves his hips, sliding it deeper into my mouth and back along the length of my tongue. My lips close instinctively around him.

Kent lets loose a deep groan then, squeezing his eyes shut and tearing his head to the side at what I can imagine is the intensity of it. He pulses his hips a few times, sliding his d**k back and forth between my lips, and then, with an effort, he stops. "Like that, Fay," Kent grinds out from between his clenched teeth. "Back and forth. Like that."

And I obey, holding him steady with my hand still wrapped around him, and slowly, experimentally, I move my mouth backwards and forwards over his cock, my jaw set wide to accommodate all of him as I take him deeper and deeper towards the back of my throat. "Oh my god," Kent murmurs, still not opening his eyes, standing still as I experiment with the feel of him inside of my mouth, feeling him fill me in this new way, finding that I love - I love the way he feels against my tongue, the way he presses towards my throat when I take him deeper.

"Your hand, Fay," Kent instructs, his head tipped back now, his words coming between thick pants. "Use your hand - press it - press it against your lips."

It takes me a moment to figure out what he means, but then I find when I move my hand forward and press it against my lips it works as an extension of my mouth, and that my fingers slip easily up and down his c**k, now wet with my saliva. Encouraged - a little excited, honestly, by how much I like how it feels - by what it's doing to him - I begin to pick up my pace.

Kent begins to curse fluidly now, muttering a stream of some of the filthiest language I've ever heard up towards the ceiling as his hips again begin to pulse, almost as if he can't help it. Encouraged - honestly, turned on by it myself - I go even faster now, pumping him deeper into my mouth, faster, until-

I blink in surprise and gag a little when I feel his d**k hit the back of my throat for the first time -

But honestly, something about it - about the idea of gagging on Kent's c**k, about the way he twitches as he feels me do it - it sets something loose in me.