Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 133: Two Can Play The Game

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

and I love it.” I pressed my lips to his chest, trailing wet kisses along his heated skin. His body burned against my tongue, each kiss pulling a shaky breath from him as I traveled lower, tasting every inch of him. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as I followed the firm lines of his abdomen, licking along every dip and ridge until I reached the thick, throbbing length straining against his pants. I swiped my tongue over my lower lip, savoring the lingering taste of him, my mouth watering for more. Eagerly, I reached for his slacks, unzipping and tugging them down his hips. My fingers slipped into his briefs, wrapping around his thick cock, stroking him once–just enough to make him shudder, his breath hitching as he throbbed in my grasp. “Clairessa… fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His hips jerked into my grasp, desperate for more. I squeezed him, relishing the way his body tensed, the way his abs flexed beneath my hands. His breathing turned ragged, the hunger radiating from him undeniable. Holding his gaze, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and dragged them down, inch by inch, stripping him bare–revealing every thick, throbbing inch of him. Now he was exposed before me, his cock standing thick, hard, and twitching against my lips. I couldn’t stop myself–I leaned in, ready to take him into my mouth, to taste him, to drive him wild. I had imagined this moment so many times, making him lose all control, sucking him off until he was 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