Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 133: Two Can Play The Game

and not the man?” he taunted, but from his tone, I knew he didn’t believe me. But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t ready to say it- especially now that I couldn’t hide behind the throes of passion again. Because voicing it, truly admitting it, meant surrendering completely. And if he didn’t feel the same, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. “I… never…” I stuttered, but before I could finish, Gabriel kissed me, silencing both my words and my thoughts. Then he leaned in, nibbling my ear as he purred, “Your turn to please me. Let’s see what I love more–the sex or the woman.” “Gabriel,” I huffed, playfully swatting his chest. He just chuckled, stretching out on the bed like he was ready to enjoy the show I was about to put on. His eyes burned with desire. “Two can play the game.” Gabriel was right. Two could play. He had made me scream his name, stripped away my defenses, and pulled a confession from my lips. Now, it was his turn. I pouted, a hint of disappointment settling in. Why had he never asked me to return the favor? Most men loved it–Adrian had begged for it countless times, but I’d never given in. It always felt too messy, too intimate. But with Gabriel… I wanted to. I wanted to please him just as much as he pleased me. For now, I’d settle for stripping. I stepped back from the bed, swaying my hips in a slow, seductive rhythm as I peeled away my clothes. My hands traced my curves, gliding over my skin, drawing Gabriel in, watching the hunger in his eyes intensify. I had no panties on, but I took my time with the dress, letting it slip off my shoulders inch by inch. I left my bra

nothing but raw need, screaming my name as he came into my mouth. But just as my lips brushed the tip, his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight as he pulled me up. “Ah–Gabriel!” I gasped, protesting, but before I could say another word, his mouth crashed into mine. “Gabriel,” I protested, but he captured my lips in a deep, consuming kiss. I knew it was a distraction, and still, I gave in. His tongue claimed mine, punishing and demanding, before he flipped me onto my back, hovering over me, his body heat searing into my skin. “I want to be buried so deep inside you,” he growled against my lips. Then his mouth descended, capturing one nipple between his teeth, the sharp sting instantly soothed by the slow, sensual glide of his tongue. A breathless moan escaped me. He flattened his tongue against my hardened peak before shifting to the other, sucking, fondling–his hands gripping my hips, keeping me still as he spread my thighs wider. A desperate whimper slipped from my lips as he dragged the thick length of him along my slick folds, grazing my entrance with maddening precision, provoking an uncontrollable longing within me. The sensation was intoxicating–sweet, overwhelming–a slow, torturous burn that made my body tremble beneath him. “Gabriel… ple-” I panted, my hips lifting off the bed to meet his thick cock as it brushed against my clit before retreating again. “Please what?” he drawled, his cock poised at my entrance now, waiting. “I need you…,” I gasped, breathless, aching for him. A wicked grin spread across his handsome face. Then he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist before slamming into me. “My sweet,” he growled, plunging deeper, stretching me, filling me. There was no tenderness. Only raw passion. He pulled out only to slam back in, hard and fast, each stroke forcing a cry from my lips. Our moans blended with the slap of skin against skin, the rhythm frantic and intense. He gripped my hips, driving into me–faster, harder, deeper–each thrust sending me spiraling higher, my