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 On Her

the desperation in her voice

brushing my lips against her ear. "Then take

moment, eyes wide, searching mine for any trace

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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stepped back just enough to give her space, watching with hooded eyes as her fingers slid the straps

my gaze burning into hers. "I want

letting the straps fall more slowly this time, teasing me with each tantalizing movement, her body

And it worked.

bare.

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

Fuck.

skipped it-just for

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perky breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples swollen and hard, practically begging for my mouth. My body vibrated with

was perfection. Made for me. And I knew-I'd never get

the gown down

kicked it

eased back onto the kitchen island, watching me through lowered lashes, daring me to take what she

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

obeyed, lifting her legs,

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

Mine. All mine.

my pants and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of my briefs, I stood with my cock in

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

Getting Her

open want to see every no

myself faster, watching as

come just

wasn't the plan

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

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

the bottle, pouring a slow stream over her chest, letting the liquid trickle between her breasts, down her

ice, rolling it between my lips before pressing it against

met her overheated skin, her body arching off the counter

circling one nipple, then the other-watching ther tighten into

lips as I alternated between the chill of

of my mouth, sucking the wine

of her and the

Her On Her

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

reached her navel, dipping my tongue inside

the edge of the counter, her thighs parting even

reached her center.

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