Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 75: Touching Myself For Him

Gabriel’s command stunned me. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and I was sure he could hear it.

Strip? For him? My cheeks burned, and my breath hitched. His request wasn’t crude–it was bold, intimate, and completely out of my comfort zone.

I sat up straighter, adjusting myself on the bed. I suddenly felt so self–conscious. Gabriel was experienced -he had been with women who knew exactly what to do, women who were confident and had mastered the art of seduction. I wasn’t like that. What if I didn’t live up to his expectations?

Slowly, I got up from the bed, my legs shaky but steady enough to stand. My mind raced as I tried to remember anything I’d seen or heard about women stripping for their men, but my brain felt blank.

I regretted not going to those dance classes Jess always begged me to try. My body felt stiff, and I was sure Gabriel could tell.

“Clairessa…” His voice was firm. “Eyes on me. It’s just you and me tonight. No one else.”

I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his intense gaze. His eyes weren’t cold or judging–they were heated and full of hunger. The way he looked at me made me feel exposed but in the best way. It wasn’t just lust in his eyes. It was something deeper, something that made me feel like I was the only woman who existed

in his world at that moment.

This wasn’t about experience or perfection–it was about the way I made him feel.

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Chapter 75: Touching Myself For Him

My hands moved to the straps of my dress, my fingers shaking as I slid them down my shoulders. I swayed my hips slightly, trying to appear confident as the dress fell to the floor.

Now,

Stood in just my black lace thong. I ran my fingers through my hair like I was in a commercial, my hands trailing down to lightly touch my breasts.

I cupped myself, squeezing gently as I rolled a nipple between my fingers, remembering how his mouth felt. A sweet jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped.

Gabriel’s body tensed, his eyes darkening. He tilted his hea Encouraged, I did it again, and I heard him take a deep, ragged breath.

slightly, as if to get a better view.

“You’re teasing me,” he gritted through his teeth, adjusting further into the sofa, as his hands

Enjoying the reaction I was evoking in him, my hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of my thong before slowly pulling it down. I wiggled out of the flimsy material, letting it fall to the floor.

Now completely naked, I stood before him, my arms instinctively moving to cover my breast and the v that disappeared into my thighs.

“Don’t,” he ordered, his voice strained. His hand lifted, stopping me. “Never hide yourself from me, Clairessa. I don’t want you to ever feel ashamed of your body–not with me.”

His words melted the last of my insecurities. I let my arms fall to the side and stood straight, letting him see all of me. His gaze roamed over my curves, his eyes dark with possession.

“This,” he murmured, almost to himself. “This is perfection.”

my belly at his words. Gabriel made

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Touching Myself

Not even Adrian..

I was here with his father, but I couldn’t stop the thought

I didn’t know I had. He’d say my breasts were too small or comment on other

words, his touch. I could see it in the way he

was unlike anything I’d ever known. Nothing in my past could compare. Gabriel told me I was perfect. And I needed

you please yourself,” Gabriel’s sudden command made my heart

if

curling into a faint

do. I’d never touched myself before, and now he wanted me to do it while he

on the bed, lifting my knees and parting my

he urged, his voice

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them more. Gabriel’s gaze grew darker as he leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased. by what he

yourself for me,

my body, caressing my breasts before trailing down between my thighs. I hesitated for a moment before my fingers found

the sensation grew. I imagined it was Gabriel’s hands on me, his fingers teasing and

Gabriel rumbled, his voice

chest rising and falling, made me feel powerful. I could see how much

him adjust himself in his seat, his

coating them in my wetness before bringing them back to

the edge, his rough voice cut through the haze, pulling

and commanding. “I’m the only one allowed to make you come.”

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my hips

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and devouring, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. He kissed deeply before trailing an invisible line of kisses down my body, stopping just between my

he groaned, his fingers sliding across my length. The touch sent

surged through me. I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but it was unlike anything I’d ever

finding

you

demanded, his voice heavy

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I lifted my hips to

broke off as pleasure

fingers circled at my entrance, torturing me with the

purposeful, designed to drive me wild. My

my hips lifting to meet

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