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

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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 

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sensation of sharp pain and sweet, deep pleasure. 

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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 

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“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. 

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