Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0262

“Kent!” | snap, starting to get mad, because — because I’m scared, but | want to get this right, | want him to like it. “This is not about me feeling comfortable! I’m trying to get you off!”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Oh my god, Fay,” Kent growls, staring down at me now in frustration, anger tinging his words. “I’ve been about ten seconds away from cumming since the moment | saw you on your knees. What you do doesn’t matter — you could probably just lick it twice at this point —*

“No!” | protest, glaring up at him, starting to get mad myself, impulsively raising my other hand and letting it fly in a broad arc towards him. “I want to do it right! You were supposed to teac-* But | don’t finish my word, because before | can finish my open palm smacks the side of his thigh, hard, dangerously close to his ass.

Kent's eyes go wide at the same moment as | do as we both realize that... That | kind of spanked Kent.

But my eyes only get wider as his narrow in rage, as he takes half a step closer to me and buries his fingers deep in my hair, curling into a knot at the back of my head. “Fine!” he snaps, “Fine, Fay! Open your mouth! Put it inside!”

And | do — fast — | open my mouth and lean forward, letting Kent’s dick slide across my tongue as it did before —

Except this time, Kent moves his hips, sliding it deeper into my mouth and back along the length of my tongue. My lips close instinctively around him.

Kent lets loose a deep groan then, squeezing his eyes shut and tearing his head to the side at what | can imagine is the intensity of it. He pulses his hips a few times, sliding his dick back and forth between my lips, and then, with an effort, he stops.

“Like that, Fay,” Kent grinds out from between his clenched teeth. “Back and forth. Like that.”

And | obey, holding him steady with my hand still wrapped around him, and slowly, experimentally, | move my mouth backwards and forwards over his cock, my jaw set wide to accommodate all of him as | take him deeper and deeper towards the back of my throat.

“Oh my god,” Kent murmurs, still not opening his eyes, standing still as | experiment with the feel of him inside of my mouth, feeling him fill me in this new way, finding that | love — | love the way he feels against my tongue, the way he presses towards my throat when I take him deeper.

“Your hand, Fay,” Kent instructs, his head tipped back now, his words coming between thick pants. “Use your hand — press it — press it against your lips.”

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Encouraged — a little excited, honestly, by how much | like how it feels — by what it’s doing to him — | begin to pick up my pace.

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| blink in surprise and gag a little when | feel his dick hit the back of my throat for the first time —

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