Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 291

Clairessa’s POV

I giggled softly, brushing my fingers along his jaw, though I could feel how deadly serious he was. “Well… at least it would be the first headline that’s true.”

His mouth curved into a marveled smile. “And who are you, Claire? Who have you become? This woman before me, daring me to lose control in the street…” His grip on my waist tightened. “You’re not the same girl I knew. You’re… more. Wilder. Mine.”

Before I could answer, he kissed me like I was oxygen, his mouth urgent and consuming. His hands locked on my waist, and in one effortless motion he lifted me clean off the ground like I weighed nothing, like some damn superhero who refused to let go.

A startled laugh broke from me before it dissolved into a gasp. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, dragging him tighter against me. The hard press of him met the ache between my thighs, and a raw moan ripped from my throat before I could stop it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face against my neck, biting, sucking. “You’re going to undo me right here.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” I teased, running my nails down the back of his neck.

His hand slipped beneath my dress, up my thigh, then shoved my panties aside.

“Gabriel…” His name left me in a cry as his fingers plunged inside me, two deep thrusts that made my back arch against the wall.

“God, you’re so wet,” he rasped, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “Tight. Perfect. Mine.”

I clung to him, trembling as he fucked me with his fingers, pumping hard, fast, ruthless. My moans grew louder, my thighs squeezing him tighter, nails raking down his back.

“I’m the one in control,” he growled into my ear, his thumb pressing harder as his fingers thrust deeper. “And I want you to just feel. Cum for me, sweetheart. Right here.”

“Gabriel… oh God…” The words broke apart as the pressure built fast and hot, spilling over until my orgasm tore through me.

I cried out, shuddering around his fingers, my body convulsing, my legs trembling against him.

He held me pinned, his mouth on mine, swallowing every sound until the waves finally left me boneless in his arms.

“Claire,” he groaned, grinding against me, hard and throbbing through his trousers. His forehead pressed to mine, sweat dampening his hair. “I want to fuck you right here. Against this wall. Until you can’t walk.”

I kissed him hard, desperate, tugging at his belt. “Then do it. Please.”

He grunted as I freed him, his pants shoved low enough for his cock to spring free, hot and rigid. He slid my panties aside again, then in one rough thrust, buried himself deep inside me.

I gasped, my cry muffled by his kiss as he stretched me, filled me, every inch claiming me.

He paused, his chest heaving, his voice low against my lips. “Are you okay?”

I nodded frantically, my heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. “Yes… more. Please.”

His mouth twisted into a dark grin. “I see my greedy girl wants Daddy’s cock filling her.”

And then he slammed into me, hard, fast, passionate. The wall scraped against my back, but all I felt was him, his heat, his weight, his cock pounding me over and over, deeper, rougher, each thrust stealing my breath.

“Fuck, Claire…” he groaned, his voice thick, guttural. “You feel so good… absolute bliss.”

My nails dug into his shoulders as my body shook from the force of his thrusts. “Gabriel… yes… don’t stop…”

“Cum for me,” he commanded, grinding hard into me, hitting so deep I screamed. “Sweetheart, give it to me.”

His words, his thrusts, his raw power… everything crashed together until the orgasm tore through me, blinding and overwhelming. My body clamped down around him, pulsing hard as wave after wave ripped through me.

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