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

Chapter 222 

“Whoa, whoa, Fay,” I hear him say, his voice rough, his body still itself twitching with the aftershock of it all. “Are you all right?” 

I try to form words but…god damnit, I just don’t have any – some part of me wonders if I should maybe be embarrassed about that but…fuck it, who cares 

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Kent, gentle but firm, pulls me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, holding me steadily there while I find my breath, which shudders oddly through me 

And then, as I start to come back to myself – I realize that I’m weeping – quite softly, but distinctly, little baby sobs shaking my shoulders – 

“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent says to me gently, holding me tight, his cheek rough against the skin of my neck and ear. “It’s all right, sweetheart.” 

I lean back against him, needing his steady presence for a minute or two, but as I come back to myself, to blink open my eyes and take deep breaths, I’m suddenly horribly embarrassed 

God, who cums so hard the first time that they cry 

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“Um,” I say and a new wave of mortification runs through me 

is that all I can say? Um? “I’m okay I think I –” 

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And then I get my feet steadily under myself, standing up straight, pushing away from Kent just a little – not to move away from him, but so that I can get control. I lean against desk for a second, my body still shaking, tremors running through me. I’m catching my breath, blinking softly as I try to remember my Own god damn name 

Behind me, I feel Kent dip down and then hear the sound of fabric moving, of his zipper and his belt, and I realize that he’s getting dressed. I turn then, thinking maybe I should do the same, looking for my panties on the floor – 

But suddenly, as I turn, my damn knees give out on me, functioning as Jello instead of the bones that they are 

“Oo!” I gasp, unable to stop myself as I head straight for the floor, but suddenly Kent is there, catching me, a steady arm under my shoulder and another beneath my knees. 

“Whoa, girl,” Kent says, laughing a little as he makes sure his grip is steady on me, that I’m all right. And then he stands up with me in his arms. “Guess you’re not as steady yet as we thought.” 

“Don’t you ‘whoa girl‘ me,” I mutter, disgruntled, embarrassed and not quite meeting his eyes. “I’m not a horse.” 

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“Come on, pony,” Kent murmurs, dipping his head to mine and saying the words against my hair, “let’s get you someplace comfortable, where you can recuperate.” Then he laughs lightly, turning away from the desk, me still clasped tight in his arms. I lean my head against Kent’s chest, closing my eyes, still feeling those tremors pass through me.