Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 219

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.

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

My lips were slick, my jaw aching—but I didn’t let go.

His hips jerked uncontrollably. His groans grew desperate.

“Claire... fuck, I’m gonna—”

He tensed, fists tightening in my hair like he was about to pull me away—but I didn’t let up.

I took him again, faster this time. From base to tip, licking, sucking, devouring.

His groans turned guttural.

His hips surged. His cock thickened in my mouth, and then—

“Clairessa—sweetheart—I love you—I love you—”

He cried out my name, over and over, like a man unhinged. His body bucked as the orgasm tore through him, every muscle in his torso clenching beneath my palms.

“I love you,” he choked. “Fuck—I love you—”

He came hard, spilling deep into my throat. I swallowed him down, taking everything, letting him ride the wave until he collapsed under the weight of it.

I pulled back slowly, lips brushing his tip. Then I licked the corner of my mouth and looked up at him—smirking.

He looked wrecked. Staring at me with awe… and something like fear.

Like I’d just stripped him bare.

Like he didn’t know what to do with the power I’d just claimed.

I loved watching him like this—vulnerable only to me.

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I hadn’t gotten much sleep.

Even now, 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 like a scene I couldn’t shut off.

The way he groaned how much he loved me as he fell apart.

I love you, Claire.

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