Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
But it doesn’t have time to finish before Kent snarls and snaps me viciously off my feet, making me squeal with laughter as he wraps me up in his arms and kicks the door to the passage closed behind me.
Then, before I can think what he’s doing, Kent strides across the room, only releasing a hand from me once to slam it against a wall, hitting a light switch so that the room goes dark. In an instant, he’s carries me over to the fireplace.
There, he sets me down on my feet and turns me around so that I’m staring at the fire, which is burning on low heat ridiculous in the summer, I think briefly. But the thought goes instantly away as I feel Kent stand close behind me, as I hear him start to speak.
“You asked me for this favor, Fay,” he murmurs, not touching me yet but sending a shiver through me regardless. “You asked me to teach you. Is that right?”
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my breath already starting to come fast.
“So, you’re going to listen,” he says sharply, “when I tell you what to do. Right, Fay?”
“Yes,” I say again, nodding a little.
But suddenly an arm is around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest as he growls in my ear. “Yes what, Fay?”
“Yes sir,” I whisper, my pulse ratcheting up now to match my breathing.
“Good girl,” Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so I don’t know where he’s standing. He tortures me for a moment, not saying anything, not giving me any hints, before he issues his next command.
“Take off your shoes,” he murmurs, and I do, slipping out of the soft moccasins so that I can feel the soft warm rug against my feet. I smile a little, thinking that it’s kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest place in the room for me to get on my knees
But I don’t have time to dwell on it.
“Now the robe,” he demands, and I can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing his suit jacket, I guess, as there’s no jingle of metal for his belt.
I untie the bet at my waist and reach up to push at the robe at my shoulders, letting it fall backwards off me to puddle against the floor.
A moment passes before I hear Kent say or do anything.
“God damn it, Fay,” I hear him mutter as he takes in how my back and my ass looks in this lingerie, his voice already almost a groan.
And slowly, knowing that he doesn’t want me to do it because he didn’t order me to yet, I turn to face him, so that he can see all of me bared before him, my skin hidden only by this ridiculous little whisp of fabric.
Kent’s eyes are so hungry I almost step back. But I will myself to hold my ground, letting him look at me in the firelight, letting him eat me up with his eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it, too, fall to the floor.
“Down,” he orders, swallowing hard, his own breath faster now. “On your knees. Do it.”
I do as he says, holding his gaze as I sink first to one knee and then the other.
“Further,” he commands, nodding his chin towards my feet. “Ass against your heels. Spread your knees.” I sink further down, still staring up at him, letting my hands come to rest against my thighs. I stare up at him, surprised by how much I like the view of Kent, shirtless, towering above me. Surprised at how wet it makes me for him.
Kent takes a step closer to me so that his feet come to rest almost between my knees, so that my face is quite close to his hip-level. “Undo the belt,” he demands, putting his hands on his waist. “It’s time for your lesson, Fay.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, still staring up at him, not breaking his gaze as I lift my hands and begin to undo his belt slowly.
“Faster,” he orders, frustrated, but I just smirk at him and take my time, making him narrow his eyes. Then, when that’s done, he nods down at me again. “Take them off,” he says.
And slowly, my hands shaking a little at the newness of the experience honestly, I’m no good with new things I slip the button through the fabric of his slacks and then slowly, suddenly terribly anxious, I start to unzip his pants.
Once Kent is unzipped I fold my fingers over the edge of his pants and his boxer-briefs, tugging down, and Kent helps me, pushing at the back of his pants so that they fall all at once to the floor. And then I’m suddenly quite intimately face-to-face with his rock-hard dick.
I blink in surprise, doing my best to maintain my cool even though I’m I’m honestly a little freaked out
I mean, Kent’s cock is in some ways an old friend by now a very good old friend. But we’ve we’ve never met quite like this
Perhaps sensing my reaction, or just wanting to get his pants away from his ankles, Kent takes two steps back, lifting his feet out of his slacks and kicking them away. As he does that, his hand goes to the base of his cock and he runs his palm slowly up the length of it, back and forth, letting me see him do it.
I can’t pull my eyes away from him, half mesmerized, half…half wondering how the hell I’m supposed to get that in my mouth. I mean, I haven’t seen a lot of penises with my own eyes so I don’t have a lot to compare to, and I’ve always been aware that Kent is large, but honestly, considering it now
“Are you ready, Fay?” Kent asks, his voice hard, and I snap my face up to his. Seeing his dark determination there, I wipe my hesitation from my face and nod once.
He steps close to me again, sliding his hand to the base of his cock and holding it still before me. And then his other hand comes up to my cheek, gently tucking a curl of my hair behind my ear.
“Open your mouth,” he murmurs, his voice rough, though I think he’s trying to be gentle for my sake. It’s hard for him, though I can tell. Kent’s desire to move fast is in every twitch of his cock, which pulses now along with the beating of his heart.
Something in that settles me, I don’t know what maybe the fact that Kent is apparently feeling just as crazed as I am right now? But whatever it is, I’m grateful for it as I tilt my head back and smirk up at Kent before opening my mouth for him, just inches from his dick, and stick out my tongue just a little bit.
He groans, then, pressing his eyes shut for a second almost as if he can’t look at me. Then, after steeling himself, he looks back at me and carefully, almost gently, places the head of his dick against my tongue, beginning to slowly rub it back and forth.
I blink, surprised at the softness of it, the warmth of it, and I stick my tongue out a little further, wanting to feel more of that thick cock against it, rubbing my tongue up and down once over that tender spot on the underside of his dick. I’m surprised to find that it’s already a little wet, a little bead of moisture dripping out onto my tongue.
Kent groans again, clenching his teeth, before squeezing out a few words.
“Your hand, Fay,” he murmurs, “take it. Here, at the base, where my hand is.”
And I obey, lifting my hand and hesitantly replacing his at the base of his cock as Kent lifts his hand away and runs his fingers through his hair, staring at me.
And suddenly I’m in complete control, Kent’s throbbing cock hard against my tongue, my hand wrapped around the base of it and
And I have no idea what to do.
I stare up at Kent, suddenly freaked out, and pull my tongue away as my hand tightens a little, anxious, around his cock. “Kent,” I whisper, looking between him and the dick in my hand, “what what am I supposed to do ”
“Whatever you want, Fay,” he murmurs, clenching his teeth and shaking his head a little, clearly clearly holding back for my sake, because I can tell just by looking at him that the last thing he wants to do is talk about this that he wants this dick in my mouth now
“What!?” I gasp. “Kent!” I say, my eyes going wider. “You were supposed to teach me!”
“Fay,” he groans, tilting his head back, his shoulders starting to shake with his restraint, “Trust me, if I tell you to do what I really want to do to you right now, you will be…scarred for life. I don’t want to freak you out you should just get used to the feel of it in your mouth just lick it, see how it feels before you start to ”
“Kent!” I snap, starting to get mad, because because I’m scared, but I want to get this right, I want him to like it. “This is not about me feeling comfortable! I’m trying to get you off!”
“Oh my god, Fay,” Kent growls, staring down at me now in frustration, anger tinging his words. “I’ve been about ten seconds away from cumming since the moment I saw you on your knees. What you do doesn’t matter you could probably just lick it twice at this point ”
“No!” I protest, glaring up at him, starting to get mad myself, impulsively raising my other hand and letting it fly in a broad arc towards him. “I want to do it right! You were supposed to teac-” But I don’t finish my word, because before I can finish my open palm smacks the side of his thigh, hard, dangerously close to his ass.
Kent’s eyes go wide at the same moment as I do as we both realize that…
That I kind of spanked Kent.
But my eyes only get wider as his narrow in rage, as he takes half a step closer to me and buries his fingers deep in my hair, curling into a knot at the back of my head. “Fine!” he snaps, “Fine, Fay! Open your mouth! Put it inside!”