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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the desperation in her voice making

leaned in, brushing my lips against

for a moment, eyes wide, searching mine

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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

burning into hers. "I want to

me with each tantalizing movement, her body

And it worked.

bare.

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

Fuck.

She'd skipped

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and hard, practically begging for my mouth. My body vibrated

perfection. Made for me. And I

dragging the gown down her hips until it

smile, she kicked it aside, never breaking

watching me through lowered lashes, daring

my hands working open the buttons of my shirt

lifting her legs, opening herself

sight of her-wet, ready, perfect-made my

Mine. All mine.

let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of my briefs, I stood

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

Getting Her

legs open want to see every

watching as her slickness glistened onder the

just from looking at

the plan for

her fret- sing fer sweetness, letting

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

tongue before tilting the bottle, pouring a slow stream over her chest, letting the liquid trickle between her breasts,

ice, rolling it between my

the cold met her overheated skin,

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

moan spilled from her lips as I

heat of my mouth, sucking the

her and

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

reached her navel, dipping my tongue inside

her fingers gripping the edge of the counter, her thighs

reached her center.

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