Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
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 ass, 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 dick 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 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 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 cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly raises that hand into the air.
Kent’s open palm slaps hard against my ass, making me pitch forward as I gasp and then deeply moan, shuddering as the pain resonates through my body, sharp and sweet. My elbows start to buckle again, unable to take my weight, as Kent does it again
One more sharp thwack, one more sweeping sting of pleasure I feel my entire body tighten, feel those inner muscles clamp around Kent’s cock like a vice.
Kent growls and shudders at the feel of me clasped tight around him and he falters a little as he raises his hand again for another smack. I can almost picture him, his eyes closed, undone by the feel of me squeezing him tight. I feel his hips pulse a little, despite his determination to stay seated within me until I move my hand back
“Do it,” I gasp, my words hardly more than a whisper, wanting more. “Do it, Kent,” and then I slide my hand further to the right.
The slaps come thick and fast for a moment three sharp smacks on my ass, each one a stinging blow that makes me rock forward, leaning down low over the desk as I gasp, my eyes pressed tightly shut, my mouth open and my head tilted back at the insane feel of it, my whole body shaking at the dual sensation of sharp pain and sweet, deep pleasure.
But Kent doesn’t let me lean forward to lay flat on the desk. Instead, he slips his palm red, itself stinging underneath my arm to lay flat against my chest, pulling me back upwards until I’m standing with my arms straight again. Just how he likes me.
“Hands back in position, Fay,” Kent growls. “Or you wont like what I do next.”
I comply, breathing hard mostly because I need a break, not because I actually want to obey him. Whatever he’s threatening me with…honestly, I think I’d probably like it. Kent’s still in control whatever I push him to, in this little game of ours, I know it would be designed to deepen pleasure for one of us, not break me.
“Good, Fay,” Kent says, watching my hand slip back into its spot. Then, he shifts his hips, drawing almost completely out of my tight pussy, letting me feel every inch of his dick as he slowly withdraws. I shudder against the endless length of him. “You’ve disobeyed me twice now,” he continues. “Now you’re going to do as I say. Or I’ll make you pay for it.”
And then he slams into me again, making me cry out, demonstrating precisely how he’ll make me pay. He slides out slowly again, as if in preparation.
“Yes,” I pant, nodding a little with my eyes closed and my face tiled up towards the ceiling. “Yes, Kent. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Good girl,” Kent breathes, pressing the hand on my chest harder, obliging me to stand almost completely straight, just tilted forward, slightly, at the waist. Then, he does…something. I can’t quite tell what I’m distracted, and my eyes are closed
But he shifts his hips, somehow, so that his cock presses into me at
At some kind of different angle
His body is pressed close to mine now, so that I can feel the warmth of his body behind me, his breath against my neck, my ear.
And then, slowly, he slides the hand on my chest upwards until his fingers wrap around my throat. Not tight. Not restrictive, not at all punishing.
But letting me know that, if he wanted to…he could…
I groan at the feel of his hand on my throat, at the knowledge that I’m at Kent’s complete mercy. Just how he wants me. I pant at the thought of it, loving it, wanting to be precisely here, like this, obedient for him.
“I want you to cum for me now, Fay,” Kent demands, beginning to pulse his cock slowly into me again.
I gasp at the new sensation that this elicits in me, my head pitching forward but stopped by the hold of his hand against my neck I choke, just a little bit, against his hand, and I
I fucking love it
My whole body starts to shudder at the way his dick presses against some new point in me that makes my stomach clench, makes something deep and rich and hot build low within me.
“Did you hear me, Fay?” Kent demands, shaking me a little, still thrusting into me, faster now. “I told you to cum.”
“I ” I stutter, shaking my head a little, “I don’t know how ”
“Yes, you do,” Kent counters, his thrusts sharp and commanding now, and I shake my head, but he just moves faster, every thrust a little deeper, more insistent.
And I feel it, then feel the sensation growing within me, warm and liquid and thick, as Kent pounds himself into me, his own breath coming fast now. And as that feeling comes to its tipping point, as it builds until I almost can’t contain it anymore, I can feel Kent’s breath hot on my neck as he loses control of himself.
“Do it, Fay,” he commands, panting, pounding into me at a frantic pace, his words hot against the curve of my ear, “fucking cum for me. Right. Now.”
And as he says it, as he says those final two words, his fingers tighten just a little bit around my neck
And I. Fucking. Explode.
The world goes black for a moment as I cry out towards the ceiling, my whole body clenching and then going loose as waves of sensation sweep through me, release pounding through me from my core outwards, to my stomach, and my chest, my arms my legs my toes I’m gasping, and crying