Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 133: Two Can Play The GClairessa's POV Embarrassment washed overlike a tidal wave as the memory of my confession replayed in my mind. Fuck. I had just told Gabriel I loved him. A truth I hadn't even admitted to myself yet. This was crazy. Impossible. It had to be the orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure. It wasn't me-it was the moment, the passion, the intensity. Did he hear me? Did he remember? Oh God. What if he was just waiting forto say it again, to confirm what my body had already betrayed? No. No way. I had to play it off. Act like it never happened. I snuck a glance at him, but the moment our eyes met, my stomach flipped. He was watching me, a smug expression tugging at his lips. "What?" I blurted out, still shy and utterly mortified by what had just happened or rather, by how I had completely lost control. Gabriel's smirk widened. "Did you just admit you're in love with me... mid- orgasm?" "I... no... I-" I stammered, panicking, my heart hammering against my ribs. Before I could form a proper defense, he pulledclose, his warmth seeping into me. "Clairessa Hartwood," he murmured, his lips grazing mine in a playful caress. "Have you fallen in love with me?" His eyes were locked onto mine, his full attention on me. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, forcing a smile. "The foreplay was great, that's all. I just meant I love having sex with you." The moment the words left my lips, I knew it was a terrible defense-but it was all I had. My mind was a mess, clouded by pleasure and the terrifying truth that I had, in fact, just confessed. Gabriel grinned, a knowing glint in his eyes. "So it's just the sex you love and not the man?" he taunted, but from his tone, I knew he didn't believe me. But it didn't matter. I wasn't ready to say it- especially now that I couldn't hide behind the throes of passion again. Because voicing it, truly admitting it, meant surrendering completely. And if he didn't feel the same, I wasn't sure I could handle it. "I... never..." I 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 madescream 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 askedto 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 twith 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 seeingpress 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 escapedas 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 leftin a soft, breathless plea. "I want to undress you." His eyes flashed with surprise before he lifted his hands away, wordlessly givingpermission. 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 beneathas 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. He always worshipped my body-now it was my turn. His eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitching as he soaked in my touch, my words. "Every inch of you is firm... solid... 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 nas he cinto my mouth. But just as my lips brushed the tip, his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight as he pulledup. "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 flippedonto 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, keepingstill 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 clit before retreating again. "Please what?" he drawled, his cock poised at my entrance now, waiting. "I need you...," I gasped, breathless, aching for him. A wicked grin spread across his handsface. Then he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist before slamming into me. "My sweet," he growled, plunging deeper, stretching me, filling me. There was no tenderness. Only raw passion. He pulled out only to slam back in, hard and fast, each stroke forcing a cry from my lips. Our moans blended with the slap of skin against skin, the rhythm frantic and intense. He gripped my hips, driving into me-faster, harder, deeper-each thrust sendingspiraling higher, my body tightening, ready to burst. "Cum with me," he ordered, his voice rough, his pace unstoppable. Pleasure crashed through me, a blinding explosion that wreckedapart, leavingtrembling beneath him. "Fuck... my sweet," he growled, his body tensing before he lost himself, spilling intoin shuddering waves, his grip onstrong as he rode out his release.

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