Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 133: Two Can Play The Game

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 for last, drawing out the suspense. My fingers reached the clasp, and I unhooked it, sliding the straps down my shoulders before letting it drop to the floor. I loved how his eyes burned with raw desire, dark and intense, taking in every inch of me. I knew what drove him wild–how he loved seeing me press my breasts together, rolling my nipples between my fingers. So I did it again and again, feeling them harden under my touch. A soft moan escaped me as heat pooled between my thighs. His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides, as if he were struggling to stay in control. I caught the slight movement of his hand reaching for his pants, but my voice stopped him. “Don’t.” The words left me in a soft, breathless plea. “I want to undress you.” His eyes flashed with surprise before he lifted his hands away, wordlessly giving me permission. I stepped toward the bed and climbed on, the cool fabric brushing against my skin as I moved between his legs. My palms pressed into the mattress as I crawled closer, exuding sensual confidence. My knees folded beneath me as I settled between his thighs, my hands gliding over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. His body was warm, solid, irresistibly perfect. One by one, I undid the buttons, pushing the fabric from his shoulders and letting it fall away. My fingers traced the contours of his abs, appreciating every sculpted inch. “You’re so perfect,” I murmured, my voice filled with admiration and sincerity.

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