Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
I gasp a little, starting to tremble a bit at the newness of it all. He is…big. I can feel it. I mean, I never thought he’d be small god damn it, I never thought about it at all never really considered any of these sorts of things
Oh my god, was I supposed to think about this? Was I ready
“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent murmurs to me, running a slow hand down my side, across my ribs and my waist and my hip. I snap my eyes to his, wanting and needing his calm. Kent looks at me steadily, his face serious. “It’s all right.”
I nod, a little shaky, but trusting him. I am happy, for once, to let Kent take complete control here. And from that moment forward, he does.
We don’t move slowly, though, as I thought we might. Instead, Kent’s slow caresses of my body with his calloused hand, his mouth hot against my mouth, against my neck, my shoulders, my breast
All of it makes me writhe beneath him, urging him onward with a fervor I didn’t know I had.
He doesn’t say a word, though, doesn’t acknowledge my racing pulse, my harsh breathing, my tugs against his body to bring him closer against me as he slides one of his broad hands between my legs and slowly, torturously, draws one finger down the length of me.
I moan, my body arching against him, twisting my head to the side as I gasp against the intensity of the sensation.
This, apparently, breaks his silence.
“God damn it, Fay,” Kent growls as he watches me, doing it again, more deliberate this time, allowing his fingers to explore the wet core of me. I’m soaking for him, I know, already, and I press my eyes even more tightly closed as I feel him slowly press a finger inside of me. I gasp at the sudden rush of sensation, and then cry out as he moves his thumb upward at the same time, finding that precise spot on me that makes me shudder as he presses against it.
Kent lowers his face to my body as he slowly moves his hand, circling my clit gently with his thumb, pulsing his finger inside of me in a way that I find…maddening, and incredible, and rich. Then, just as I’m starting to understand it, to feel the rhythm of him, to feel my own hips pulse against his hand, I feel him shift and then, slowly, deliberately, he slides another finger in.
My moan is feral and guttural this time, my eyes pressing more tightly closed as my head arches back on my neck. I didn’t know I had no idea it felt like this I shake and cry out again, unable to help myself as Kent’s fingers explore me, softly curling inside of me and hitting
God damn it, a point I hadn’t even known was there
I shiver against his hand, making small gasping, desperate noises I didn’t know I had in me before
Suddenly, I hear Kent curse and pull his hand away from me. I begin to sit up, surprised, disappointed, my eyelids heavy wanting more
But Kent presses me back against the blankets, laying his whole body on top of mine. I gasp a little at the feel of his skin against my own too-bare, too-raw flesh, every single one of my nerves brought to their edge by the feel of him by what he was doing to me.
“I’m sorry, Fay,” I hear him murmur as he settles himself between my legs. “I should but I can’t fuck, Fay, I can’t wait any more ”
I nod, wanting it, understanding but also suddenly anxious again
I feel him reach down between us, his knuckles grazing the skin of my stomach as he reaches for himself, and then my eyes fly wide open as I feel him press himself against me. I look up into his face, suddenly scared at the feeling of his cock at my entrance.
Kent holds my gaze steadily as he moves himself slowly against me, letting me feel the hard mass of him straining against my core, sliding the head of his dick across my wet silky center. He takes his time there, though I can see the restraint in his expression, the way he’s holding back. Still, he lets me get used to it, lets me feel the warm mass of him, lets me work through the newness of it all until I want it.
Until I’m begging for it.
“Please,” I whisper, suddenly wanting more more of it more of all of it. And I reach out a hand to take him by the hip and pull.
With a heavy groan, Kent releases his restraint just a little and gives me what I want. And slowly, clearly still holding back for my sake, Kent slides inch by inch inside of me.
I cry out, my eyes pressed shut, as he fills me, as I feel myself stretch for him, as I feel the incredible sensation of him hot and thick inside of me. I throw my head back and feel Kent tuck his face against the skin between my neck and shoulder, undone by the feel of me wrapping tight around him. It feels endless, that first entrance, as Kent slowly slides the whole length of himself into me for the first time.
He moves a hand down my body to hold my ass, pulling me tight against him as he sinks to the end of him. I feel him shudder, his whole self, and my own body gasps against him, my hips pulsing, wanting more, greedy.
Kent complies, shifting his hips to pull out just an inch and then slamming home again. My eyes fly open, seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling, and then he does it again. And again. My body responds without me telling it what to do, wrapping my legs around his waist, meeting Kent stroke for stroke as he pounds himself into me, each pulse longer, harder his breath hot on my skin.
I feel something building in me then as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, as my whole body is swept away in Kent’s rhythm, something twisting in my core and my stomach, building, slow. I lean my head back, letting Kent take over, do whatever he wants to me carried along with it, seeing an incredible shift of colors passing across the inside of my closed eyelids
I’m arching against him now, breathing fast, wanting god I don’t know what when
“God, Fay,” he gasps “I can’t ”
And then his thrusts are suddenly deep and slow as Kent’s whole body clenches, as he comes to his end. My eyes fly open at the unique sensation of him spilling himself inside of me. Surprised, panting, I turn my face to his, but Kent’s eyes are closed as his body collapses against me, as he tucks his head against my shoulder and pants heavy against my skin.
Breathing hard, I staring at the ceiling of the barn, trying to put myself back together. As I come back to myself, I find one of my hands gently resting against the swell of his bicep, another wrapping in the curl of his thick hair as we both find our breath. There are…tiny holes in the ceiling, I notice. Though which streams of light enter the darkness of the barn, this secret space that feels…
Totally different, from the rest of the world.
And suddenly, I don’t want to move, not at all. Not an inch.
Because I know that for now, in this moment, everything is good and safe and warm.
But the moment we move the moment we get up, and put on our clothes, and go downstairs…
Everything will be irrevocably changed.
“What are you thinking about,” I whisper a few minutes later, when our breathing and our heartrates have returned almost to normal. Kent has shifted himself to lay at my side, though I’m still on my back, one of his warm arms wrapped around me and pulling me close to his body.
Kent doesn’t say anything for a second, and then he gives a warm little laugh. “Nothing, Fay. I’m thinking about nothing. That’s sort of the point.”
“Is it?” I ask, turning my head fast towards him. Because I I am thinking about everything. My thoughts are going wild right now does that mean I did it wrong?
Oh my god.
Did I do it wrong?
Kent slowly opens his eyes a little and looks at me, his arm tightening to bring me closer. “Yes, Fay,” he whispers. “It’s supposed to be relaxing. Peaceful.”
“Oh,” I say, slowly, my face confused.
He smiles at me, amused, and I bite my lip a little, unable to help my little smile in return. It’s so rare to see Kent smile it pleases me to be the one to make him do it, I realize.
“What,” he asks. “You’re not feeling relaxed?”
“No,” I whisper, my smile broadening. “I feel…kind of crazy.”
“What?” he asks, surprised and a little worried. His eyes open fully now. “What ”
“I mean,” I say eagerly, turning my body towards him. “Was it any good? Did I do it right? Did you did you like it? Was I supposed to ”
“Fay,” Kent groans, laughing again and closing his eyes, a wider smile on his face now. He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, and then he opens his eyes again to look at me seriously. I note, however, that he still has a little curve at the corners of his lips. “It was good if you enjoyed it. It’s not really about what I experienced or it shouldn’t be, for you. That’s not what I want.”
“But,” I say, hesitant. “I want you to enjoy it.” And as I say it, I realize it’s true. I want him to like it. I want him to want to do it again.
“Fay,” Kent says seriously, reaching out a hand to brush my cheek. “Trust me. I enjoyed it. A lot. You don’t have to worry about that.”