Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0175

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, es Kent does it again -

One more sharp thwack, one more sweeping sting of pleasure-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. feel his hips pulse a little, despite his determination to stay seated within me until I move my hand back-

"De 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 deak 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-med, Itself stinging- underneath my arm to lay flat against my cheet, pulling me back upwards until I'm standing with my arms straight again. Just how he likes me.

"Hands back in position, Fay," Kent grows. "Dr 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 honesty, 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. Orill make you pay for it."

And then he slams into me again, making me cry out, demonstrating precisely how hell 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. Il do whatever you say."

"Good gir," Kent breathes pressing the hand on my chest harder, obliging me to stand almost completely straight, just filted 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 slices 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, cbedient for him.

"I want you to our 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

fucking love it

My whole body starts to shudder at the way his dick presses against some new point in ma that makes my stomach clanch, 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."

"1" 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 inte 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.