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.

Her On Her

she breathed, the desperation in her voice making my control slip even

against her ear.

for a moment, eyes wide, searching mine

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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watching with hooded eyes as her fingers slid the straps of her gown off her

added, my gaze burning into hers. "I want

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

And it worked.

bare.

slipped down, inch by agonizing inch, until it finally stopped

Fuck.

bra. She'd skipped it-just for

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breath, nipples swollen and hard, practically begging for my mouth. My body vibrated with need, every muscle pulled

perfection. Made for

slightly, dragging the gown down

a mischievous smile, she kicked it

onto the kitchen island, watching me through lowered lashes, daring me

them wide," I ordered, my hands working open the buttons of my shirt before sliding it off my

lifting her legs, opening

her-wet, ready, perfect-made my cock throb

Mine. All mine.

pants and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of

locked onto me, her thighs trembling as she resisted the urge

Getting Her On Har

open want to see every no

as her slickness glistened onder the

could come just from looking at

wasn't the plan for

her hard and fast, I couldn't reset saving her fret- sing fer sweetness, letting my tongue work over her dit over and over again until she was begging

counter, reaching for the bottle of wine

before tilting the bottle, pouring a slow stream over her chest, letting the liquid trickle between her breasts, down her stomach, pooling in

of ice, rolling it between my lips before pressing

skin, her

her collarbone, circling one nipple, then

her lips as I alternated between the chill

of my mouth, sucking the wine

her and

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louder when I traced the ice down her stomach, letting it melt drop by drop against her

I reached her

gripping the edge of the counter, her thighs parting even more as I

reached her center.

her inner thighs, reveling in the