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.

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please..." she breathed, the desperation in her voice

against her ear. "Then take off your

eyes wide,

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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eyes as

into hers. "I

me with each tantalizing

And it worked.

bare.

agonizing inch, until it finally stopped

Fuck.

She'd skipped

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fell with each breath, nipples swollen and hard, practically begging for my

devoured her. She was perfection. Made for me. And

down her hips until it pooled at

she kicked it aside,

island, watching me through

my hands working open the

obeyed, lifting her legs, opening

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

Mine. All mine.

out of my briefs, I stood with

me, her thighs trembling as

Getting Her On Har

want to see

myself faster, watching as her slickness glistened

could come just from looking at

the plan for

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

myself and approached the counter, reaching for the bottle of wine just a

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

cube of ice, rolling it

skin, her body arching off the

her collarbone, circling one

moan spilled from her lips as I alternated between the chill of the

scorching heat of my mouth, sucking the wine from her

blend of her and

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ice down her stomach, letting it melt drop

tasting-until I reached her navel, dipping my tongue inside before moving

fingers gripping the edge of the counter, her

reached her center.

ice along her inner thighs, reveling in the way she squirmed under