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.

moved faster, my tongue swirling around his crown before swallowing him deep

lips were slick, my jaw aching-but

hips jerked uncontrollably.

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

he was about to pull

faster this time. From base to tip,

His groans turned guttural.

His cock thickened in my

you I

His body bucked as the orgasm tore through him, every muscle in

love you," he

into my throat.

letting him ride the wave until he collapsed

lips brushing his tip. Then I licked the

wrecked. Staring at me with awe... and something like

just stripped him

do

him like this-vulnerable only

hadn't gotten much

as 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

much he loved

I love you, Claire.

have

But God-it did.

wield that kind of power over Gabriel Storm. That I could undo him-make

It was intoxicating.

the high came

No matter how hard I tried to shut them

couldn't deny them.

wanted

easy to say yes-especially

But after what he put me through

him again? That was something

admitted he wasn't ready

Still choosing

couldn't let my guard down.

easily crush it all over again. I couldn't survive another heartbreak.

his terms. And I'd be damned if I

his son

him jealous. Make him feel

wasn't the girl who

was the woman he couldn't

snapped me out of my

"Miss Clairessa?"

My eyes flew open.

slipping off the edge of the lounger. "Oh-hey," I

breath. "Didn't hear

didn't mean to scare you,"