Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0174

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

"Yes, sir," 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 ma-

Out then I feel him groen, 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 pulsa in me, every hand thrust shaking my body and the desk against which I'm pressed. And like a good git-like I've been commanded stand for him, my hands

precisely where he told me to put them, taking that long dick with my legs spread apart-

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 nood. Every plunge of his cock 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 doeper - want him sa 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.amidge. 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 parting with eagerness, my eyes shut, as Kent releases one hands from my hip and, his cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly raises that hand into the air.