Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 119: Against The Wall

beneath my ear. “Sweet. Warm. Tempting.” His fingers slid into my damp hair, massaging my scalp. “Did you wash your hair?” I nodded breathlessly. “Good,” he whispered against my throat. “Because I want to bury my face in it when I make you scream my name.” His mouth captured mine–deep, hungry–his tongue stroking against mine before trailing wet, open–mouthed kisses down to the swell of my breast. My nipples tightened as his fingers trailed down my neck, sending tingling shudders through me before circling the sensitive peaks. He was reveling in my response. I could see it in his expression–the way his lips parted slightly, the way his breathing deepened as he watched me tremble beneath his touch. As if he could hear my silent plea, he moved lower, his lips closing around one hardened peak, his tongue flattening as he sucked deeply, his teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper. “Gabriel…” I moaned, my fingers digging into his hair, holding him against me, 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 again as he started to move–slow at first, dragging out every sensation, then faster, until I was crying out his name. “You feel so good, so tight,” he rasped against my lips, thrusting into me again, harder this time, pinning me against the wall. The hard press of the wall against my back, the heat of his body, the way he filled me so completely–it was all too much, and yet, not enough. “Gabriel…” I whimpered as pleasure exploded through me, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Look at you,” he groaned against my skin, gripping

at me. “You’re mine, Clairessa,” he murmured, his voice possessive. “Say it.” My body still tingled, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. “I’m yours.” He grinned and, without warning, scooped me up into his arms effortlessly. “Where’s your room?” I giggled softly, still breathless, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Now you want to see my room?” “Considering what 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.