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

brushing my lips against her

a moment, eyes wide,

There was none.

"Lay on the island."

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watching with hooded eyes as her fingers slid the straps

my gaze burning into hers. "I want to

fall more slowly this time, teasing me with each tantalizing movement, her body swaying in

And it worked.

bare.

by agonizing inch, until it finally stopped at

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and hard, practically begging for my mouth.

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

herself slightly, dragging the gown down her hips until

a mischievous smile, she kicked it

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

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

lifting her legs, opening herself fully to

of her-wet, ready, perfect-made

Mine. All mine.

Stepping out of my briefs,

trembling

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keep your legs open want

as her slickness glistened onder the

come just from looking at

that wasn't the

couldn't reset saving her fret- sing fer

myself and approached the counter, reaching for

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

a cube of ice, rolling it between my lips before

her overheated skin, her body

her collarbone, circling one nipple, then

moan spilled from her lips as I alternated

sucking the wine from her skin,

her and

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down her stomach, letting it melt drop by drop against her

licking, tasting-until I reached her

her fingers gripping the edge of the counter,

reached her center.

inner thighs, reveling