Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 114: Marking Her

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 vision from my darkest fantasies. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin slick with sweat and pleasure. Every part of her

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 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 was exhausted. I brushed my lips against her temple, feeling her body melt into mine. "You okay, my sweet?"