Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 230

Clairessa's POV

Gabriel’s mouth crashed into mine with such force, such hunger, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. His lips devoured mine, claiming, demanding.

My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue slid against mine, slow and possessive, tasting every corner of my mouth.

His lips broke away from mine only to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw, my throat, then lower still.

My breath became more rapid as he shifted behind me, his mouth grazing the slope of my back, sending heat straight to my core.

Then I felt his hand, strong and gliding around me.

He cupped my breast, squeezing with a firm, deliberate pressure that made me bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

And then, God, his hand grabbed mine, guiding it down my stomach in a slow, sensual glide until he pressed it between my thighs.

His fingers covered mine, and together, we stroked my clit once, just once…and stopped.

The tease was brutal.

I arched back, desperate for more, my body already throbbing with need.

“Now tell me the truth,” he groaned. “Who were you thinking about, Clairessa?”

I couldn’t run this time.

Couldn’t escape or lie or redirect with sass. His touch had me ready to do anything for more.

“You,” I breathed, my clit pulsing in painful need, crying out for contact again.

His tone intensified. “Say it again.”

I tilted my face back, locking eyes with him. “I was thinking about you.”

A ragged breath escaped his lips, his eyes flaring with something dark and satisfied.

“Show me,” he rasped, lips brushing my ear. “Show me what you do when you’re desperate for me.”

Then, still holding my hand in his, we both moved in slow, sensual circles, pressing harder, faster, stroking my clit until I was moaning in pleasure.

My legs trembled. My body burned.

Every slick stroke of our joined hands pushed me closer, climbing, spiraling, drowning.

I was seconds away from falling...

Until he stopped.

I jolted, my entire body spasming with frustration. The absence of his touch was almost painful.

“What the hell?” I gasped, spinning to face him. “You can’t just…”

His eyes were black with desire, lips shifted in a wicked smile silencing the words in my mouth.

“This is your punishment.”

“Punishment?” I snapped, barely able to stand straight. “You bastard…”

Before I could finish, he dropped to his knees, forcing my legs apart.

“Gabriel…”

His hands gripped my hips with bruising possession.

And then his mouth was on me.

Heat. Wet, open-lipped kisses.

His tongue flicking over my clit in maddening strokes that made me see stars.

My head fell back, and a strangled gasp escaped me as he licked up the length of my core, slow and torturous, like he was savoring every second.

My hands reached blindly for the wall beside me, nails scraping against the paint, anything to hold me up.

“Stop teasing,” I begged, my voice shaking.

“You love every fucking second of this,” he growled against my flesh.

Then he slid his tongue inside me, deep, slow, swirling in circles that had me moaning like I’d lost all control.

“Fuck, Gabriel,” I cried, hips grinding against his face. “Oh God...”

He groaned into me, the vibration sending a jolt of electric pleasure through my spine.

His grip tightened on my hips as he pulled me harder against his mouth, deeper into his tongue’s torment.

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