Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 235

Gabriel’s POV

It was past midnight.

The sheets were wrapped around our legs like the aftermath of a storm. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and her skin. I’d bottle that scent if I could and live off it.

Clairessa lay curled against me, warm and naked. One leg draped over mine, her cheek resting softly on my chest. I could still feel her heartbeat, faint but fast.

But my heart was pounding, heavy and insatiable, because I was already hard again.

I pressed her soft body closer to mine, every part of me throbbing with the same desperate hunger I’d been drowning in since she first walked into my hotel room tonight, tempting me to lose control.

She stirred, and her hips rolled closer just enough for me to slide my palm over her ass. I caressed her first, then parted her cheeks. She gasped, then purred, voice lazy and smug.

"Are you being naughty, Mr. Storm?"

That made me chuckle darkly. "You expect me to sleep next to this body and behave?"

"Oh well, I would have thought you would rush back into your meeting to explain to your investors why you suddenly left them hanging."

"How could I," I groaned into her neck, letting my lips graze her skin, "when I'm so crazed for you, I want you every fucking second. Even now. Especially now."

She hummed, taunting. "Wouldn't there be consequences, Mr. Storm? I wouldn't want you losing out on millions of dollars just because of me."

I bit her shoulder just enough to hear her gasp again, then growled into her ear, "Billions of dollars be damned. All for you."

I pressed my arousal into her core. Instead of protesting, she reached down, guiding me toward her entrance.

"Looks like my naughty girl is also hungry for me."

"Maybe," she breathed.

I was ready to slide in, already burning for it, but just as I began to push, Clairessa pulled away and pushed me back against the mattress until I lay flat.

Fuck.

She was on top of me before I could curse, her thighs straddling my hips, her eyes wild and glazed with want.

"I want to ride you, Daddy."

Her words sent a shudder through me, my cock twitching so hard it hurt.

Clairessa on top was a beautiful chaos I didn’t know I craved until now.

My chest rose with a rough breath. "Take what you want, baby."

She leaned down and kissed a slow trail down my chest, teasing, lingering just below my navel.

"Watch me, Gabriel," she purred. "Watch your good girl ride your cock like she was made for it."

Then she dragged her hips over me, grinding against my length with slow, steady friction that made me bite my lip until I tasted blood.

I liked control. I lived for it. But watching her like this, straddling me, dripping with power and sex, I wanted her to take me apart.

I let out a ragged breath. "Then ride me like you mean it."

She grinned darkly.

She looked into my eyes as she reached down, gripped my length, and guided me inside her inch by inch.

Hot. Tight. Heaven.

Every inch disappeared inside her heat, and I swore I saw stars.

I let out a raw groan, barely managing to hold her gaze. Her head fell back, hair spilling over her face, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she began to move.

Slow at first, gliding over me, taking her time.

"That’s it," I growled, thrusting my hips up into her. "Take it. You love it, don’t you? Getting filled like this, my sweet girl."

She gasped, eyes flying open, mouth parted. Her hands braced on my chest. Her body was a work of art. Her breasts bounced with every roll of her hips, and I reached up, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

"Gabriel..." she moaned. "Oh my God..."

"You like knowing I’m going to come inside you," I growled, eyes locked on hers. "I want to be buried so deep, no one else will ever compare."

And she did.

Her pace quickened. Her movements grew wild.

She slammed down harder, faster, and I lifted my hips to meet hers.

Her moans grew louder, her rhythm more frantic.

She was losing it.

So was I.

I slid my thumb between her thighs and stroked her clit in fast, hard circles. That was it.

She shattered.

Her body convulsed around me, her head thrown back, her voice breaking as she screamed my name like it was the only thing she had left.

She collapsed over me, tired and trembling.

"I love you," she whispered, soft and broken.

My heart twisted. It was too real. Too much.

But I didn’t run from it.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight.

Buried my face in her hair. I closed my eyes. "I fucking love you even more. You’ll always be mine," I murmured. "Even if I burn for it."

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