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

slick, my jaw aching-but I

jerked uncontrollably. His groans

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

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

this time. From base

His groans turned guttural.

hips surged. His cock thickened

love you I love

over and over, like a man unhinged. His body bucked as the orgasm

he

spilling deep into my throat. I swallowed him down,

until

I licked the corner of my

wrecked. Staring at me

I'd just

what to do with the power

him like this-vulnerable only to

hadn't gotten much

with the morning sun warming my skin, my mind refused to rest. Last night with Gabriel-every moment

groaned how much he loved me as he

I love you, Claire.

have felt

But God-it did.

of power over Gabriel Storm. That I could undo him-make him feel

It was intoxicating.

high came

matter how hard I tried to shut

couldn't deny them.

he wanted

would've been easy to say yes-especially after everything we

he

That

then admitted he wasn't ready to tell his son about

hiding. Still cautious. Still choosing comfort

couldn't let my guard

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

now, it would be on his terms. And I'd be damned

his son for

his game. Make him jealous. Make

girl who begged

was the woman

voice snapped me out

"Miss Clairessa?"

My eyes flew open.

upright, nearly slipping off the edge of the

"Didn't

to scare you," she