Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 132: Reward Like No Other

Clairessa's POV Gabriel lifted me off the floor, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. My legs dangled behind him, my palms pressing against his back in protest. "Gabriel! What are you doing?" I gasped, kicking slightly. "Granting you your wish he purred. Then, without warning, he smacked my ass. A sudden sting shot through me as his palm connected with my bare skin. "Ouch," I gasped, the unexpected heat spreading through the thin fabric of my dress, igniting something far more intense than pain. He carried me effortlessly across the room before lowering me onto his lap, my body draped over his legs. My face pressed into the soft bedding, my legs hanging off the edge-completely at his mercy. "Let's see what we have here," he murmured, his fingers trailing along the hem of my dress before slowly pushing it up. Cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver in anticipation. I let out a soft breath as he slid my panties down my legs completely. I half-expected another spank, my body eager to feel the bittersweet sting. But instead, his warm palm followed, caressing and kneading the curve of my bare ass, sending a tremor through me. Then, he parted my legs. I sucked in a breath, knowing he would find me drenched-burning for him. My back arched instinctively, silently pleading for his fingers, his mouth-anything to soothe the ache building inside me.. Then -a second later... nothing. As always, he wanted me to beg. His fingers traced over my slick heat with the lightest touch before, with agonizing precision, he parted me, sending a needy shudder through me. His fingers glided through my wetness, gathering every drop. "Already dripping for me," he mused, fondling and toying with me, yet still denying me where I needed him most. Frustrated, I pushed my ass higher into his palm, showing him just how desperate I was. He chuckled, clearly reveling in my hunger for him. "So impatient." Then, all at once, pleasure struck like lightning. His thumb found my clit, stroking, circling in a way that sent fire racing through my veins. Before I could catch my breath, another wave hit me. The device inside me came to life, pulsing. I whimpered. He had turned it on. The overwhelming mix of sensations-his fingers stroking my clit and the relentless throbbing inside me-had me spiraling, my body caught in a storm of pleasure. "Gabriel... oh God..." I moaned, my body trembling, my mind barely able to process the overwhelming sensation. "That's it, sweet girl," he praised. "Come for me." All at once, it became too much. I trembled, desperate, on the edge of something explosive. His fingers pressed harder, the vibration intensified, and I lost myself completely. I came undone in a blinding wave of ecstasy, my body writhing, my moans spilling loud and wild, filling the air. My release crashed over me in shuddering waves, leaving me breathless. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers sliding inside me one last time, pulling out the pulsing device. A mix of relief and desperation flooded through me. But even as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through me, my body still burned. How could I still be this needy after such an intense release? He let out a rough chuckle, his eyes dark with amusement. "Looks like my greedy girl wants more," he rasped, gripping my thighs and flipping me over so I faced him. He did it with such expert motion that it was clear-he had mastered this a thousand times before. "Straddle me," he commanded. wanted to question him, to ask what he had planned, but my body obeyed instantly. I needed more-more of him, more of what he was willing to give me. He guided me as I positioned myself over him, my heat pressing against the rigid length straining against his pants. The friction alone sent a shudder through me, my breath catching in my throat. Driven by need, I couldn't hold back. I moved instinctively, rolling my hips against his thick cock, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through me as it rubbed against my clit. I chased another release, grinding against him, tempting him to lose control under my touch. I wanted him to let go-to lose all the control he clung to so tightly. To be just as desperate as he made me. "Clairessa..." he grunted, his grip tightening as he stilled my movements. I met his gaze, breathless, seeing the war waging in his eyes-the fight to hold back when all I wanted was for him to give in. "What?" I challenged, frustration lacing my voice. I needed him. His fingers flexed against my hips. “I want to reward you some more,” he murmured, tracing circles over my thighs. "For being such a good girl and not touching yourself." Gabriel always kept his word. And just hearing him say more sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me, awakening every nerve in my body. Gabriel's

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his tongue across my length, sending a shockwave of pleasure tearing through me. "Gabriel...” I moaned, gripping the headboard as my body trembled. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his grip tightening as he devoured me,