Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 92

My whole body starts to shake now - just a little bit - and I'm a little bit at a loss as to why. I'm not scared, I know that. It must be anticipation - or the completely new experience of knowing that Kent Lippert is keeling behind me as I bend half naked over his desk --and that he's looking at -

At me -

I blush, then, totally undone by it - not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or - or excited - Kent Lippert, kneeling for me -

But then there's a soft touch at my thigh - the inside of it - as Kent brings his face close to me -

And I suddenly feel the stubble of his cheek against the crease of my a*s before he drags the length of his tongue up my center -

I groan, suddenly, my whole body shaking harder now at the sensation of it - of Kent's broad, firm tongue tasting me, slowly working his way up through me -

He doesn't do it again, instead letting his upward momentum carry him to his feet, settling behind me again in the place he was before. His hands are again on my hips as he presses himself against my a*s, his d**k thick against the wetness that he just tasted - I moan again, my head falling forward as I shudder hard against Kent, who again grinds himself against me. I feel the deepest parts of me begin to clench and flutter, aching for him more now than they have before -

I didn't know - didn't know I could want someone like this -

"Can you feel what you do to me, Fay?" Kent growls, thrusting his hips against me sharply, punishing. "Do you see how hard you make me? It is incredibly...frustrating. To lose control like this. Every single. fucking. time. you walk into the room."

Another moan escapes me and I'm hardly able to handle it now, loving - absolutely loving - the idea that I do this to him. Kent presses himself against me again, enjoying, I think, seeing me writhe -

And as he does so, my hand slips - moving just an inch forward-

And suddenly I feel a sharp pain snap through the right side of my a*s, accompanied by a thick thwapping sound -

I stand straight up, gasping loud, my eyes flying wide as I realize that Kent -

Kent just fucking spanked me -

I start to turn to look at him, appalled, but he does it again, a little harder this time.

"Eyes front, Fay," Kent snaps, though I can hear the undercurrent of pleasure in his voice. "Hands on the desk. Don't move them."

I freeze. Absolutely freeze for a few moments. And Kent lets me - he lets me process this, decide what to do next. And then I realize that it - it didn't actually hurt - not really. That Kent smacked my a*s precisely at its meatiest part, which absorbed the blow- And that while it stung, certainly, and shocked me to the depths of me -

God damn it, that it felt good. That I liked it - something about the snap of pain in combination with all the intensity of this moment, the pleasure -

I liked it a lot.

And so I face front again, placing my hands precisely back where they were, reassuming my position, glad that Kent can't see the smile spreading across my face.

"Good girl, Fay," Kent whispers, his voice thick now - with emotion, or need, or god, I don't know what, who cares -

Because Kent pulls away from me and the next thing I hear is the jangle of his belt being undone, the sound of the fabric of his pants moving and then falling hard against the floor. And I jump a little, my breath coming fast again, as Kent puts one hand back on my hip, bringing his body close. I close my eyes, imagining his other hand working himself, priming his cock, running over the thick head of it as he looks down at my a*s, thinks about plunging into me -

"Are you going to be good for me, Fay?" Kent asks now, still holding himself back, not giving me what I want until I agree to do it on his terms.

"Yes, sir," I breathe, while in my head the true answer reverberates: no fucking way.

"Good," he murmurs, and I inhale a sharp little breath as I feel him press that throbbing cock against the dark core of me. He pushes the thick tip into me, letting me feel the breadth of him, and I groan, my elbows shaking and then giving out beneath me at the sensation of him stretching me. Kent's there in an instant, his hand moving from my hip to my chest to support me as my body wavers, undone by the feel of him entering me -

But then I feel him groan, hear him give in to what he really wants - and suddenly he slides the entirety of himself into me in one long thrust.

The moan that rips from me then is sharp and feral as I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side as I take all of him - all at once- Yesterday, he had been slow, for me -

But today - on his terms -

"Oh, god, fuck - Fay - "I hear Kent gasp as he begins to pulse in me, every hard thrust shaking my body and the desk against which I'm pressed. And like a good girl - like I've been commanded - I stand for him, my hands precisely where he told me to put them, taking that long d**k with my legs spread apart -

I feel Kent fuck me just the way he wants to - the way he's wanted to do it for weeks, maybe months - hard, and fast, and ferocious. And my body responds to it, to his wanting me, to his need. Every plunge of his c**k inside of me builds something in me until I'm gasping, my hips pressed backwards, meeting his every thrust so that I can take him deeper - I want him deeper - want him so fucking deep inside of me that I can taste him in my throat -

And then, just as I feel Kent start to lose true control of himself, a little smirk comes to my mouth.

And with perfect deliberation I move my right hand. Just an inch. Just a...smidge. To the right.

Kent freezes immediately, but he doesn't pull out of me.

Instead, after a moment's pause, Kent slowly sinks himself fully into me, pulling my hips harshly back onto him, forcing a shaky moan from me as I feel the entire length of him seated deep within me. He stops, then, letting me squirm against him, wanting that frantic pulse, wanting more of him but deliberately not moving my hand back to its place on the desk.

Kent may have stopped, but I can still feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and I can hear the ragged pace of his breath as he holds back from giving me what I want, demonstrating his complete control.

"You're going to regret that, Fay," Kent growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips.

"Make me, Kent," I gasp in reply, running my tongue over my lower lip and then biting it in anticipation of what I know is coming next.

I'm panting with eagerness, my eyes shut, as Kent releases one hands from my hip and, his c**k still buried deep inside of me, slowly raises that hand into the air.