Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 221

And then, slowly, he slides the hand on my chest upwards until

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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, obedient for him.

“I want you to cum 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 I-

I fucking love it –

in me that makes my stomach clench, makes something deep and rich and hot build low

hear me, Fay?” Kent demands, shaking me a little, still thrusting into me, faster now. “I told you

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I stutter, shaking my head a little, “I

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you do,” Kent counters, his thrusts sharp and commanding now, and I shake my head, but he just moves faster, every thrust a

now. And as that feeling

into me at a frantic pace, his words hot against the curve of my ear, “fucking cum

he says those final two words, his

Fucking. Explode.

going loose as waves of sensation sweep through me, release pounding through me from my core outwards, to my stomach, and my chest, my arms.

my toes – I’m gasping, and crying

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there are actual tears on

me feels Kent give three more