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.

knowing what I was pleading

To stop?

To keep going?

tongue circled over my earlobe, teasing.

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palm smoothed over my ass, soothing the sting before his fingers slipped between my thighs, brushing against

my hips rocking back, seeking

need and the words

chuckle rumbled from his

again, even harder, making

fully settle, his fingers slid down

moaned, my entire body trembling as the bitter–sweet

from his

needed more of him, so I pressed my warmth deeper into his palm, desperate

clit.

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

strangled moan escaped me as he teased

finger inside me with deliberate slowness.

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pace was slow, torturous, each thrust of his finger was dragging me closer, pulling me under,

you,” I

And then–he stopped.

desperate whimper escaped my lips.

hands were on me again.

nipples, as his other hand spanked

choked cry tore from me, the mix of pain and pleasure crashing

can bring you this pleasure,” he whispered darkly. “No other

rolled my sensitive buds between his fingers, his hands

“Is that clear?”

yes, Gabriel,” I

fingers returned to my clit, rubbing slow, teasing strokes before slipping

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Deep Perfect. Consuming

exactly what he was doing.

were both gentle and punishing, soothing and

using my body as

delaying my release.

Then–he paused again,

back, one hand caressing my

adoring me, but

sweet

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fingers and finding the spot that sent electricity

he knew my orgasm

wrong, yet so right.

was proving a point.

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control–commanding my body as if it were his

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were his, and my body cooperated no matter how much my mind resisted.

punish me, to break me for letting Daniel

to let Gabriel Storm win.

took my release into my own hands.

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

spank cracked

impact already heightened the pressure against my clit, and

palm smacked against my clit–once, twice, each hit with the perfect

tensed, the pleasure so overwhelming I felt like

he stopped and

pain mingling in a way that sent a