Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 119: Against The Wall

pressing him closer, desperate for more. “You taste divine,” he growled against my skin before shifting to my other breast, his mouth latching onto the neglected peak, pulling another needy whimper from me. His hand trailed down my stomach, making its way to the part of me that ached for his touch. “I could worship you all night,” he murmured against my skin. His fingers slipped through my slick heat, finding me drenched, ready for him. A deep, masculine groan rumbled from his throat. “You’re already so wet for me,” he gritted out, cupping my ass and pressing me against him so I felt his thick, hard cock pushing against my wetness through his pants–sending a throbbing need through me, desperate to feel him inside me, pushing deep. His free hand reached between us, unfastening his belt with urgency. The sound of his zipper lowering sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me. His pants dropped just enough, freeing his thick, hard length. He gripped himself, stroking once. “Room…” I gasped as I felt the hot, swollen head of his cock nudging at my entrance. But Gabriel didn’t have that kind of patience. “My sweet…” he growled, gripping my hips, lifting me higher against the wall before plunging into me in one powerful thrust. A cry tore from my lips as he filled me completely, stretching me, claiming me. “Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping against my neck as he held still for a moment, as if savoring the feeling of being inside me. “Move,” I gasped, rolling my hips against his, desperate for more. He let out a rough chuckle, his mouth finding my nipple

we just did against your wall, I think I’ve earned the right,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully. “First door on your right.” Gabriel carried me inside with ease, placing me gently onto the bed. He inhaled deeply, his stormy gaze raking over my naked body. “If you don’t cover up,” he rasped, his voice filled with desire, “I’m afraid I’ll have you again.” I smiled smugly, stretching seductively against the sheets. “Mr. Storm… again?” I teased. Gabriel growled low in his throat and leaned down to capture my lips, but before he could deepen the kiss, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. His jaw clenched as he pulled it out, glancing at the name on the screen. With a frustrated sigh, he shoved it back into his pocket without answering. “Work?” I asked, trailing my fingers over his chest. “A meeting,” he muttered. “Right now. They’re all seated and waiting.” I bit my lower lip. “Oh, Mr. Storm… I guess I made you keep important people waiting.” His eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You have no idea.” I pouted up at him. “I wanted you to stay the night.” Gabriel sighed, then kissed me deeply, his lips lingering. “I’ll send Dario to get you.” Gabriel was right about one thing.