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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her voice making my

brushing my lips against her

moment, eyes wide, searching mine for any trace of

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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with hooded eyes

added, my gaze burning into hers. "I want to see

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

And it worked.

bare.

down, inch by agonizing inch, until it finally

Fuck.

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breath, nipples swollen and hard, practically

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

lifted herself slightly, dragging the gown down her hips until

mischievous smile, she kicked

kitchen island, watching me through lowered

hands working open the buttons of my shirt before sliding it off

lifting her legs, opening

perfect-made my

Mine. All mine.

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

her thighs trembling

Getting Her On Har

your legs open want to see every no of

watching as her slickness glistened onder

could come just from looking at

the plan

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

for

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

rolling it between my lips before pressing it against

cold met her overheated skin, her body arching off

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

from her lips as I alternated between the

my mouth, sucking the wine

her

Her

traced the ice down her stomach, letting it melt drop by drop against her quivering

her navel, dipping my

edge of the counter, her thighs parting even more as

reached her center.

the ice along her inner thighs, reveling in