Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 219: The Scene I Couldn’t Shut Off

Clairessa's POV

Gabriel sucked in a breath, hips flexing instinctively into my touch as I began to stroke him-slow, deliberate from base to tip, letting him feel every inch of my grip.

"Shit, Claire," he groaned. One arm shot up to brace against the headboard, the other fisting the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.

I kept stroking him, merciless and patient, watching the way his cock twitched in my hand. How his hips tensed with each glide, every twist of my wrist. His body was betraying him-completely under my spell.

His tip was slick, glistening. I dragged my thumb over it, spreading the precum in lazy, teasing circles.

He bucked-once. Hard.

I smirked. "Impatient?"

"You have no idea," he rasped, voice rough and tight. "You keep touching me like that, and I'm gonna come before you even-"

I cut him off with a swirl of my tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

He cursed low and guttural, his whole body writhing beneath me.

His hips jerked as I circled the tip again and again, then dragged my tongue down

the underside, teasing just beneath the ridge—his most sensitive spot.

"Oh... sweet," he groaned, voice strained. "You're driving me insane."

When I finally took him into my mouth, he choked out, "Fuck... Claire... can you even-"

I silenced him with a finger to his lips-the same way he'd once done to me. His eyes went wide with disbelief as I took more of him in... and more.

I'd imagined this. Trained for it. Late at night, when thoughts of him kept me up, I practiced breathing through my nose-refusing to gag, refusing to pull back. My throat opened for him.

I wanted every inch. I wanted to feel him lose himself because of me.

And now I had him-thick, hard, stretching my lips until they ached, pushing deep, hitting the back of my throat... then deeper.

Gabriel groaned a sound torn straight from his soul.

"Hell, Clairessa... your mouth..."

His hand slid gently into my hair-not to control, just to hold-like he still couldn't believe it was real. His cock twitched against my tongue as I sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, working him with slow, relentless precision.

My other hand stroked what I couldn't take. From base to tip... then down again. Each time I bobbed, he let out another ragged moan, his thighs trembling beneath

me.

His hips began to lift off the bed.

I pressed a firm hand to his stomach, holding him down.

"Fucking hell," he whispered. "You feel so good. No one's ever-God, Claire- sweet girl, what are you doing to me?"

He was losing control-eyes shut, lips parted, every inch of him straining toward release.

And I didn't stop.

faster, my tongue swirling around

my jaw aching-but I didn't let

uncontrollably. His groans grew

"Claire... fuck, I'm gonna-"

hair like he was about to pull me away—but I didn't let

time. From base

His groans turned guttural.

cock thickened in my

love you

His body bucked as the orgasm tore through him, every muscle in his torso clenching beneath

you," he

into my throat. I swallowed him down,

ride the wave until he collapsed

licked

me with

just

know what to do with

him like

gotten

I lay on the patio bed with the morning sun warming my skin, my mind refused to rest. Last night with Gabriel-every moment kept replaying in my head like a

way he groaned how much he loved

I love you, Claire.

have felt

But God-it did.

Too good. That I could wield that kind of power over Gabriel Storm. That I could undo

It was intoxicating.

the high

matter how hard I tried

couldn't deny them.

he wanted us

say yes-especially after

after what he put me through

again? That was something else

he wasn't ready to tell his son about

hiding. Still cautious. Still choosing

let my guard down. Not

he could so easily crush it all over again. I couldn't survive another heartbreak. Not

And I'd be damned if I handed over my heart without proof

his son for

Make him jealous. Make him feel what

wasn't the girl who begged

was the woman he couldn't

me

"Miss Clairessa?"

My eyes flew open.

upright, nearly slipping off the

"Didn't hear you come

mean to scare