Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 152

I nod, wanting it, understanding – but also – suddenly – anxious again –

I feel him reach down between us, his knuckles grazing the skin of my stomach as he reaches for himself, and then my eyes fly wide open as I feel him press himself against me. I look up into his face, suddenly scared at the feeling of his cock at my entrance.

Kent holds my gaze steadily as he moves himself slowly against me, letting me feel the hard mass of him straining against my core, sliding the head of his dick across my wet silky center. He takes his time there, though I can see the restraint in his expression, the way he’s holding back. Still, he lets me get used to it, lets me feel the warm mass of him, lets me work through the newness of it all until I want it.

Until I’m begging for it.

“Please,” I whisper, suddenly wanting more – more of it – more of all of it. And I reach out a hand to take him by the hip and pull.

With a heavy groan, Kent releases his restraint just a little and gives me what I want. And slowly, clearly still holding back for my sake, Kent slides inch by inch inside of me.

I cry out, my eyes pressed shut, as he fills me, as I feel myself stretch for him, as I feel the incredible sensation of him hot and thick inside of me. I throw my head back and feel Kent tuck his face against the skin between my neck and shoulder, undone by the feel of me wrapping tight around him. It feels endless, that first entrance, as Kent slowly slides the whole length of himself into me for the first time.

He moves a hand down my body to hold my ass, pulling me tight against him as he sinks to the end of him. I feel him shudder, his whole self, and my own body gasps against him, my hips pulsing, wanting more, greedy.

Kent complies, shifting his hips to pull out just an inch and then slamming home again. My eyes fly open, seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling, and then he does it again. And again. My body responds without me telling it what to do, wrapping my legs around his waist, meeting Kent stroke for stroke as he pounds himself into me, each pulse longer, harder - his breath hot on my skin.