Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 119: Against The Wall

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

satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked 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