Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 208

The noise that tears from me as Kent presses inch by inch into me... Well. In any other situation, I think I'd be embarrassed. But tonight? I don't care.

Instead, I turn my head to the side, my stomach contracting with the deep groan that stumbles from my lips at the feel of Kent's hard c**k filling me, at the way I stretch to accommodate the wide girth of him, at how it feels so good - so incredibly right - that, f**k, god, I'd commit thirty more felonies to have this moment again.

Kent tucks his head against my shoulder as he fills me to the end of him and then he stays there for a second, fully pressed into me, making me squirm beneath him with the intensity of feeling all of him inside me. My body reacts beyond me now, writhing, my hips pressing up hard, tighter, wanting more -

With a deep exhale Kent moves his hips all in one fluid motion, pulling himself out almost to the tip, and then with a shudder he slams his hips forward, sinking all the way into me, hard. My head tilts back as I gasp, a wordless noise ripping from my throat as he does it again - and again -

Kent releases my hands and I wrap my arms around his shoulders then, my nails digging into the skin of his back as Kent pounds himself into me precisely as he wants me in this moment - hard, and desperate, and not holding an ounce of himself back. Every molecule in me responds as he fucks me hard down into the mattress, wrapping his fingers in my hair, using his grip there to tilt my head back, to expose my throat, which he licks with the hot, thick expanse of his tongue.

His teeth are on my throat as his pace starts to increase, as I cede everything to him, letting him take all control. The feel of it - the sharpness of his canines on my neck - makes me shiver with content, with anticipation as he pounds violently into me. Pleasure pools in my core as Kent pulls my head even further back, my end coming close. He brings his face close to mine now, and I feel the panting of his breath as he speaks the words against my skin. "Say it, Fay," he growls, panting - his words clipped. "You're mine. You belong to me."

"I'm yours," I moan, meaning it, wanting it - and then, as he growls with pleasure at my confirmation, I feel myself start to spill over, my entire body tensing as my inner walls clench around him, as joy and release pounding through me along with his rhythm, completely in his control.

Relief still chases through me as I come back to myself a little, as Kent continues his relentless pace, and I raise my hands to his face, turning it, making him look at me. "You say it," I demand, my lips still parted, my eyes fluttering at the intensity of it - of the aftershock, and the way he continues to fill me even as I feel my body melt back into the mattress. "Say it, Kent," I demand, holding his gaze. "You're mine too. You're mine."

A rough groan tears from Kent as his eyes fall away from mine, unable to help it as his end nears. "Fuck, Fay, yes, I'm yours," and then a louder, heavier moan accompanied by a hard slam of his hips as I feel him spill inside of me, the warm rushing feel of it sending a shiver through my entire being. "I'm yours," he murmurs again as he lowers his head again to my shoulder and then slowly rests his weight down onto me.

I sink my fingers into his hair, panting, pressing his head close. "You'd better be," I mutter, and after the second it takes for him to understand what I'm saying he looses a light laugh.

Our breathing echoes in the silence of the room for a long few minutes as I savor the feel, the warmth of him again against me. I turn my head so that it rests against his, pressing a kiss to his hair, taking a deep sniff of him. Because even though he smells of clean soap and shampoo, he also smells definitively of Kent, his very own rich smell that threatens to curl my toes with the pleasure of it.

When he catches his breath Kent raises his head to look at me. I just stare at him, blinking, before he laughs and turns over, falling onto his back and pulling me tight against him on my side. I smile, biting my lip and placing my head right on that place it has longed to be for months now - in the soft space between his chest and his shoulder. And then I close my eyes, pleased, savoring it, because this is what I've been dreaming about - quite literally - for months.

Kent and I, laying in the dark. The sheer completion and peace I feel curled up against him, his arm wrapped around me.

"So," I say softly, not bothering to raise my voice. I know he can hear me. "Rumor has it that you're in love with me, Kent Lippert."

His breathing halts for a moment and then comes all out in a frustrated rush that makes me laugh.

"Why do you never give me a chance to say this in my own time, Fay?" he murmurs, shaking his head.

"Excuse me!" I say, tiling my head up now to look at him, to watch the changing expressions of his face. "You have been on this boat for hours, you've had plenty of time!"

"When would you have had me say it," he murmurs, glaring down at me a little. "When we were sitting in the straw next to your horse? At dinner, with your father and your sister and my son watching?" "Don't forget poor Jerome," I say, pouting. "He was there too."

Kent ignores me, dismissing the point.

"Or should I have interrupted your midnight confessions, and told you then?"

"My answer to all of this is yes," I say, heaving a contented sigh. "All of these were appropriate moments. The only conclusion that I can thus come to is that your love for me is -"

He growls then, interrupting me and making me laugh as he scoots lower on the bed so that our faces are even now, even as he shakes his head at me. "Will you give me no peace?" he murmurs. "You know how I feel."

"Nope," I reply, lifting my chin and arching my back so that I press more fully against him now. "Not until you say it."

"I love you, Fay," he murmurs, and I bite my lip with pleasure, feeling it sweep through me all the way to my toes. "I love you...an insane amount. I think it makes me.... little crazy, every time I realize how incredibly much I love you, and how much you mean to me, and what a treasure you are. So please - if anything, I don't say it enough because it doesn't encapsulate enough. The words are too small."

A warmth curls in my stomach again, because I feel precisely the same.

"I know," I sigh, happy, meaning it. "But you could say it more often, if you wanted to. I'll know what you mean."

"I'll say it six times a day if it makes you happy."

"Make it twelve," I murmur, feeling mischievous. He chuckles and turns his head up towards the ceiling, a subtle smile on his lips.

"All right," he murmurs, giving me a little nod. "But you keep count and let me know how many I owe at the end of every day. I can't be bothered with that."

I laugh, smacking him lightly on his stomach, which makes him wince but grin. "Well then you owe me eleven more," I chide, my eyes on his gorgeous profile, which is lined in silver by faint moonlight filtering in from our little porthole.

Kent shakes his head, tightening his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer. "It's past midnight," he murmurs. "I have all day to deliver the remaining words I owe."

"Fine," I say, smiling and tucking my head against him, closing my eyes. "But mark my words, Lippert. I'm coming for them tomorrow."

"You'd better," he sighs.

And then, exhausted, we both drift off to sleep.