Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 113: Getting Her On Her Knees

My eyes locked on Clairessa, every nerve ending in my body coming alive at her command,

Fuck..., I thought. That was the last thing I expected her to say,

She lay back, her breasts perky and her legs parted, essentially offering herself to

me.

Daddy... I need you, her words echoed in my mind, igniting something primal within me, pushing me to the edge-to claim her like a beast.

She had no idea about the war raging inside me. No clue how much control it took not to give in.

Because when I took her, I wouldn't be gentle. I wouldn't hold back. I wanted to slam into her-hard, fast- claiming her in ways she hadn't even imagined.

I wanted to do dark, sinful things to her body-things she'd never experienced.

To own every inch of her. But she wasn't making it easy.

I was her first-and I intended to keep it that way for a long time-which meant I

had to be thoughtful. I couldn't drag her into the darkness of my twisted, traumatic world. But the last time we were together, I hadn't been sensitive. I'd been

ruthless, driven by the need to punish her for my own selfish reasons.

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Chapter 113: Getting Her On Her Knees

And now, the guilt ate at me-because I'd almost lost her.

I couldn't let her see that side of me again. The part that craved control. The part that pushed too far.

Because if she did, she'd run-just like last time.

But then I saw her hand slip down the hollow of her chest, fingers trailing between her legs, ready to touch herself.

And something inside me snapped.

In an instant, I closed the distance, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her.

here."

"Not like that,” I growled, my voice rough with dominance. "You don't get to touch yourself when I'm right

She nodded, her fierce gaze meeting mine with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing me to my limits. But she had no idea.

I was done holding back.

"You want Daddy to fuck you, huh?"

I pulled her tighter, pressing her soft curves deeper against me. The hardness straining behind my pants pushed against her core, the heat of her wetness seeping through the fabric.

Shit-I grew impossibly harder.

Getting Her

please..." she breathed, the desperation in her voice making my control

against her ear.

eyes wide, searching mine for any trace of

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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back just enough to give her space, watching with hooded eyes as her fingers

added, my gaze burning into hers.

teasing me with each tantalizing movement, her body swaying in a sensual rhythm meant

And it worked.

bare.

until it finally stopped at her waist-leaving her

Fuck.

She'd skipped

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and hard, practically begging for

her. She was perfection. Made for

gown down her hips until

mischievous smile, she kicked it aside, never breaking eye

kitchen island, watching me through lowered lashes, daring me to

up. Spread them wide," I ordered, my hands working open the buttons of my shirt before

obeyed, lifting her legs, opening herself

perfect-made my cock

Mine. All mine.

to the floor. Stepping out of my briefs, I

onto me, her thighs trembling as she resisted the urge

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keep your legs open want to see every

as her slickness glistened onder

just from looking

the plan for

fret- sing fer sweetness, letting my tongue work over her dit over and over

the counter, reaching for the bottle

the bottle, pouring a slow stream over her chest,

a cube of ice, rolling it between my lips before pressing it

the cold met her overheated skin, her body

over her collarbone, circling one

from her lips as I alternated between the chill

my mouth, sucking the wine

of her and

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down her stomach, letting it

I reached her navel, dipping

whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter, her thighs

reached her center.

inner thighs, reveling in the way she squirmed under