Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 182

I laugh a little, but then wince as he squeezes a bit.

“What?” he asks, pulling away from me and looking down at my body. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little tender,” I mumble, which is true. I had looked at my butt in the mirror this afternoon, curious to see it pleasantly pink where Kent had smacked it so fiercely. I had blushed – of course – but…I had also liked it. A little souvenir for me to remember that moment.

That really, really hot moment.

I’m remembering it now as I press my hips backwards against Kent, wanting him close to me. He complies, moving his free hand upward again across my stomach to clasp one of my breasts in his palm, purring a little deep in his chest as he feels the way I fill his hand, as he shifts his hips to curl against my ass.

I moan a little at his touch, at the way his thumb flicks over my nipple, at the way I can feel him growing stiff against me. It’s a feeling I’m starting to get used to, which makes me feel aroused now, rather than shocked and embarrassed.

Things move quickly then, with none of the games or repartee that we’ve engaged in before. Kent and I – we both simply want each other, fast, now. Kent takes his hand away from my breast to pull his shorts down, and then he’s still kicking them off as he dips that hand between my legs, touching me softly. But when he feels how wet I am – already soaking for him – the purr in his chest turns to a growl and he shifts again so that his cock is pressed swiftly against my entrance.

I shift myself, lifting my hips so that he can fit himself in, and then Kent swiftly slides into me, shuddering as he does. I press my eyes closed, gasping a little at the sudden force of him, at the sudden fierceness with which I want him. Kent tightens his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest as he thrusts himself deep and deeper into me, and then he moves one hand down, slipping between my thighs to find me slick, pressing his fingers against me just where I want to be touched.

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.