Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 114: Marking Her

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

me," I ordered, my grip on her hips tightening, my thrusts becoming erratic as I pushed her over the edge. Her entire body tensed, her nails digging into my arms as she shattered, a scream tearing from her throat as pleasure consumed her. "Gabriel-fuck- please," she gasped, her voice breaking as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked through her. Together," she pleaded, her dazed eyes locking onto mine. I was right there with her, the way she clenched around me pushing 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