Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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There’s nothing soft, or sweet, or polite, or playful about what happens next.

Kent’s mouth is hard on mine, all tongue and teeth and frustrated rage. I meet him at every stroke, pushing him back against the wall and tearing first at his suit jacket, trying to push it off his shoulders – wanting to feel his skin, but not knowing if I want to tear it with my nails or feel it pressed on mine –

But then I decide, quite suddenly, that the suit jacket is a god damn waste of time and I push him, hard, so that he falls on his ass against the stone steps behind him. Kent gasps in pain as he lands, his anger flashing across his face as he glares up at me. He puts his hands down against the stone to thrust himself back up

But he stops when he sees me pull my tank top up over my head, baring my naked torso beneath. And as I hastily push at the elastic waist of my pajama shorts Kent makes a snap decision and falls back on the step, his hands moving hastily to his belt. When my shorts hit the ground he’s only halfway done, but I’m already moving forward, acting completely on instinct, placing one knee steadily at the side of his hip and working to throw my other leg over him –

“Damn it, Fay,” Kent mutters, pushing my leg back, still

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pants and shoving them down. “Would you

in both of my

mouth to the side and dipping my longue deep into his mouth, loving the whiskey and tobacco taste of him. Kent moans against me, giving in,

down over my ass and, after lingering a moment with a full grasp of my check in his palm,

hard for me already – I can feel him beneath me but Kent

open my eyes, looking down into his, surprised and

he’s really letting me take

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And then, gently at first, I lower myself