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.

10:17 Tue, 11 Mar⚫

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 voice making my control

my lips against her ear. "Then take off

a moment, eyes wide, searching mine for any trace of

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

4%

to give her space, watching with hooded eyes as her fingers slid the straps of her gown

my gaze burning into hers.

more slowly this time, teasing me with each tantalizing movement, her body swaying in a sensual rhythm meant to

And it worked.

bare.

by agonizing inch, until it finally stopped at her waist-leaving her

Fuck.

She'd skipped it-just

3/7

113: Getting Her On Her

74%

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

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

down

she kicked it aside,

through lowered lashes,

Spread them wide," I ordered, my hands working open the buttons

lifting her legs, opening herself fully

perfect-made my

Mine. All mine.

tugged at my pants and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of my briefs, I stood

her thighs trembling as she resisted the urge to close

Getting Her On Har

legs open want to see every no

as her

could come just from

that wasn't the plan for

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

approached the counter, reaching for the bottle of wine just a few centimeters

a slow stream over her

for a cube of ice, rolling it

met her overheated skin,

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

I alternated between the chill of the ice

of my mouth, sucking the wine

her and

Her On Her

ice down her stomach, letting it

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

the edge of the counter, her thighs

reached her center.

her inner thighs, reveling in the way she squirmed