Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 263

Something feral breaks in me as Kent’s dick hits the back of my throat, a part of me that I’m not sure I knew was here, and suddenly I want him as deep as he can go – I want to choke on this cock – I want to feel him cum inside my mouth, want to feel it slip down my throat – and as I realize this about myself, about the way I want to be fucked, I moan while I take him him as deep as I can.

And it’s just – it’s too much for Kent. A noise rips from this throat then, something like a yell or a roar as he tightens his hand in the hair at the back of my head. Kent loses control of himself in that moment and pitches his hips forward, sinking his throbbing cock deep into my throat – deeper than I thought it could go -

My eyes go wide as Kent holds my head still, his hips pulsing once, and then I feel him cum – feel him fill my throat hot and thick, feel him continue to cum as he pulls out a little, spilling into my mouth now. And I’m shocked at first, my eyes going wide at the harsh bitter taste of it – gagging in response at the sudden spurt of it against my throat -

But then that feral thing in me takes over again and I moan too, loving it, pressing my eyes shut, loving the feel of it, wanting more as I reach up to grab his hips, pulling Kent back so that he sinks again into the back of my throat as his orgasm pulses through his body, as he pounds two more times deep into my mouth before falling back a step, his hand finally coming loose from my hair.

Kent wraps his hand again around the base of his cock as he pulls it from my mouth, as I gasp a deep breath of air, opening my eyes and closing my lips as I swallow his cum down. And then, as he watches me, I lift my right hand to wipe at my mouth with the side of my hand, where a little bit has escaped and begins to dribble down my chin.

Kent watches my every movement as I bring that hand back to my face and lick up every spare drop of cum that spilled out of my mouth. Because I want to taste every bit of it.

Undone by it, by the sight of me savoring the way he tastes, Kent moans again and falls to his knees in front of me, taking my face between his hands and kissing me – kissing me – kissing me –

Pulling me on top of him and kissing me as he falls back against the rug, completely spent.