Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 307

Clairessa’s POV

My hand slid down between his pants, wrapping around his cock, thick, hot, and so damn hard it pulsed in my grip. I stroked him slowly at first, then tighter, faster, loving the way he threw his head back, veins standing out on his neck.

“Fuck...” he grunted, his voice breaking as his hips bucked into my hand. “I’ve thought of this... every fucking night...”

I reached for the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down in one rough motion. He cursed, cock springing free, heavy and swollen, flushed at the tip. Desire coursed through me at the sight.

Without wasting time, I stripped, nightdress shoved down, panties tossed aside. I stood before him naked, heart pounding, nipples peaked.

His eyes drank me in, dark, lustful, every inch of me laid bare for him. And God, I drank him in too... naked, sprawled across the bed, his abs hard ridges of muscle, his cock standing upright, thick and dripping.

He barely had time to breathe before I pushed him back onto the mattress, climbing astride him like I owned him.

My palms splayed across his chest, fingers caressing the muscles, tracing down slowly, teasing, until I reached his cock again. Wrapping my hand around him, I squeezed tighter, stroking faster this time, loving how he twitched under my touch.

“Clairessa... God, don’t stop...” His head slammed back against the pillow, a guttural growl tearing from his throat, his hips jerking up, desperate to fuck my hand.

I smirked down at him, heat curling in my voice. “Now look at who’s desperate.”

I teased myself with his tip, guiding his cock to my slick folds, dragging it back and forth until we were both trembling with need. His cock was wet now, coated with my arousal, throbbing against my entrance.

“Not kill you...” I whispered darkly, grinding the head against my clit until I gasped. “But fuck you into oblivion.”

And then I sank down on him, inch by inch, stretching, filling, burning until he was seated so deep inside me, I cried out, loud, shameless, the fire in my belly burning wild.

I started to move, rocking on him, slow at first, savoring the drag of his cock stretching me, rubbing against every swollen, aching spot inside. My clit ground down against the hard base of him, sparks shooting through me until my thighs trembled.

His head fell back, jaw slack, filthy sounds ripping out of him... low curses, guttural groans, my name torn apart like his favorite tune on repeat.

“Ride me... fuck, yes... just like that. Take it, baby. Take every inch.”

Leaning forward, I braced my palms against his chest, riding him harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing through the room. The bed shook, my breasts bouncing against his face, and he caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth tugging until I screamed. White-hot fire coursed through me.

“God, Gabriel!” My voice broke, my thighs burning as sweat dripped between us. “Yes... deeper... harder...”

His growl vibrated against my chest, his lips wet on my skin. “You fucking love it. Riding me like you’ve been longing for my cock. You can’t stop, can you?”

“Yes!” I gasped, slamming down harder, the brutal rhythm punishing me with pleasure. His cock hit so deep I thought I’d break apart, my body clenching wildly, pressure building fast.

But then, he stilled my hips, locking me down, his grip bruising. My body convulsed in protest, desperate to chase the release that burned in my veins.

“Not yet,” he ordered, his voice a dangerous growl. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

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