Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 99. No Other Man Can Have

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 99: No Other Man Can Have

My head spun as a mix of fear and excitement coursed through me; anticipation burned in my veins.

I made my way to the bed, my knees sinking into the soft sheets as I pressed my hands against them.

My thighs spread apart, revealing my warmth.

A chill ran through me. I was completely open, vulnerable. I was sure he could see how wet I was, my arousal glistening at my entrance, silently begging for him.

Instead of shame all I felt was an unbearable heat.

Then I heard the rustle of fabric–the unbuckling of his belt, the slide of his zipper.

A shiver raced down my spine.

I didn’t turn. I couldn’t.

I felt him before he even touched me–his presence, consuming, commanding.

Then he was behind me.

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His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, pulling, forcing my head back as his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss was wild and desperate.

His mouth was hungry, devouring as they claimed every inch of my skin.

His hands traveled down my neck, rough and demanding. He cupped my breasts, squeezing them together tightly, making me whimper.

Pain and pleasure mixed like a drug, and I was addicted. His fingers found my nipples, rolling and pinching the hardened buds between his thumbs.

A fiery sensation shot through me, making me arch back against him.

His mouth traced a path down my spine, his tongue grazing against my sensitive skin.

Then he moved lower, pausing at my waist.

I held my breath, waiting.

Aching.

For his touch where I throbbed the most.

But instead, a sudden spank cracked against my ass.

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A gasp tore from my lips as my body jolted forward from the impact

The sting spread like wildfire, but instead of pain, it only deepened the throbbing ache between my legs

Again.

Another spank. Harder.

“Gabe…” I moaned, pressing my forehead into the sheets, my body pulsing from the delicious burn.

“You belong to me,” he growled.

Another punishing slap, his palm branding my skin with his dominance.

Harder.

my skin burning, my arousal only growing.

begged, not even knowing what I was

To stop?

To keep going?

want?” His tongue circled over

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before his fingers slipped between my

gasped, my hips rocking back,

I whispered, shocked by my need and the words that

rumbled from his chest.

harder, making me

sting could fully settle, his fingers

entire body trembling as the bitter–sweet sensations he was stirring in me took

soaking wet,” he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his

so I pressed my warmth deeper into

clit.

fingers stroked my wetness, gathering the juice around my clit as he fondled the tight

as he

one finger inside me

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belongs to me.” His pace was slow, torturous, each thrust of his

only you,” I moaned, pleading,

And then–he stopped.

desperate whimper escaped my

his hands were on me again.

other hand spanked my ass

tore from me, the mix of pain and pleasure crashing over

you this pleasure,” he whispered darkly.

fingers, his hands owning every inch of me.

“Is that clear?”

Gabriel,” I

my clit, rubbing slow, teasing strokes before slipping back inside me.

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Deep Perfect. Consuming

what he was doing.

were both gentle and punishing,

for using my body as an escape for his emotions.

delaying my

Then–he paused again,

hand caressing my

perfect,” he murmured, adoring me, but

are my sweet

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riding me, before curling his fingers and finding the spot that sent electricity racing

he stopped. Just when he knew

wrong,

was

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me that he was in control–commanding my body as if it

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body cooperated

a sick game meant to punish me, to break me for letting Daniel get

wasn’t going to

took my release into my own hands.

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hands slipped between my thighs as I reached for my clit, ready to give myself

cracked against my hand.

pressure against my clit, and my body was on the verge of combusting.

twice, each hit with the perfect amount of

overwhelming I felt like

he stopped and

gasped, pleasure and pain mingling in a way that sent a