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 –

some new point in me that makes my stomach clench, makes something deep and rich

demands, shaking me a little, still thrusting into

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stutter, shaking my head a

2/3

his thrusts sharp and commanding now, and I shake my head, but he just moves faster, every thrust a little deeper, more insistent.

feel it, then feel the sensation growing within me, warm and liquid and thick, as Kent pounds himself into 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

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

words, his fingers tighten – just a little bit

Fucking. Explode.

for a moment as I cry out towards the ceiling, my whole body clenching and then going loose as waves of sensation sweep through me, release pounding through me

legs my toes – I’m gasping, and crying –

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there are actual tears on my cheeks –

give three more hard thrusts as my