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

Chapter 193 

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 

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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. 

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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. 

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