Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 114: Marking Her

pausing just above the curve of her ass. "Do you trust me?" She nodded. "Use your words," I murmured, my fingers brushing lightly over her spine. "Yes, Gabriel,” she whispered. "I trust you." "Good girl." My palm glided over the swell of her ass, appreciating the way she pushed into my touch. “Just like that,” I murmured, my hand smoothing over her skin. "So fucking perfect." Then I brought my hand down. She gasped when I delivered the first slap, the sting spreading across her soft skin. I watched her closely, waiting for her reaction. "More?" A delicious moan spilled from her lips. "More..." A rush of need spread through me, dark and possessive. I did it again. And again. Each slap left behind a deeper shade of pink, my mark of ownership imprinted on her skin. Her body trembled beneath me, her fingers curling against the marble, her back arching just enough to push her ass higher, offering herself to me completely. “My sweet..." I chuckled darkly, my palm tracing the heat of her reddened skin. "Begging for more." I soothed the sting, caressing her soft skin tenderly, kneading and teasing- making her wait-only to bring my hand back down in another smack. A whimper left her lips, her thighs pressing together as if she was trying to ease the ache growing between them. "You like that, don't you?" I murmured, stroking my fingers between her thighs, enjoying the way she shivered beneath my touch. "Yes," she breathed. "I love it." "Good." My hand slipped between her thighs, finding her soaked and ready, her arousal coating my fingers as I teased her entrance. "Gabriel..." she moaned, pressing back against me. But this time, I was done teasing. Gripping her hips, I positioned myself at her entrance, one foot planted firmly on the ground, the other knee resting on the edge of the island to give me perfect leverage. The thick head of my cock pressed against her slick heat. Then, without warning, I slammed into her. Hard. Deep. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the marble as I filled her in one brutal thrust. I gritted my teeth, my head falling forward as I fought for control. She felt so fucking tight. So sweet. I wanted to thrust into her over and over again. But I needed to give her body time to adjust. She whimpered, her body stiff beneath me as I stilled inside her. "Shh, baby," I whispered, smoothing my hands down her back, giving her a moment to breathe, to take me in. "I've got you." I felt the moment she relaxed, her body molding into mine, her muscles unclenching as she arched her hips, seeking more. "That's it," I groaned, gripping her waist as I pulled back before slamming into her again. Hard. Fast. Each thrust was punishing, raw, fueled by the hunger that had been brewing inside me during the nights without her. She met me stroke for stroke, her body writhing, taking everything I gave her, demanding more. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more-I needed to see her face, to watch the pleasure take over her completely, to get lost in her eyes as I rode her to the edge. With a growl, I slipped out of her and gripped her waist. I flipped her onto her back. Her breath hitched as she landed against the cool marble. She was fucking perfection. Her brown curls spread wildly across the counter, matching the hunger in her eyes. Those eyes, Wide, dark, dilated-they locked onto mine. So innocent, yet utterly blown just for me. They were hypnotic, pulling me deeper into her spell, making me want to devour her all over again. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, parted as if she was about to whisper my name, but no sound came-just her ragged, needy breaths. Her body laid beneath me like a

me past the edge. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, a guttural moan ripping from my chest as I came, spilling into her, claiming her completely. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling, our breaths ragged, her legs still wrapped tightly around me. Then I felt it-the way her muscles weakened, and her eyes shut. She