Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 230

I cum quickly, almost gently this time, under his expert hands. It’s nothing like how it was this afternoon – an experience that shook me to my core, exhausted me, baffled me. While that was an explosion, this is like a cup spilling over, the sensation splashing through me and filling me with its warmth. I’m still shuddering, Kent’s fingers softly guiding me through it, when I feel him cum as well, his thrusts turning hard and thorough before his body goes still behind me as he gasps against my neck. And then we both lay still for a long while, panting quietly, Kent still buried inside of me as he clasps me to his chest, one hand on each of my breasts.

I think we both almost fall asleep a little bit, just like that, when Kent twitches awake and groans, pulling away from me and sitting up, running a hand through his hair.

“Come back to sleep,” I murmur, reaching out for him. And he nods to me, letting me know that he will, before he reaches over for an alarm clock sitting on his bedside table and expertly winds it, pressing the buttons so that it will ring at the proper hour.

“An alarm clock?” I ask, my surprise waking me a little. I sitting up on my elbows, watching him. “Um, Kent,” I say, a little derisive, “you know that they have phones now. Phones that have those built in.”

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be set in my ways. Besides, that,” he says, gesturing over his shoulder with

and shall I light your lantern for you, my lord, so that you may see in the dark?” I tease, laughing a little. “And in the morning, we shall tie a message to the foot of

he’s laughing too as he gathers me into his arms before laying

your abacus, because they shall invent a mighty machine called a calculator

threat is ruined, a bit, by the fact that he’s also laughing. I pillow my head on his chest, my body still shaking a little bit