Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 254

Clairessa’s POV

My mouth crashed into Gabriel's in a messy, breathless kiss as I tasted the fruit and him.

But then he broke the kiss with maddening control.

“Patience,” he murmured, reaching for the ice cream. He scooped out a generous bite. Instead of feeding me, he put it in his mouth, slow and obscene.

His lips closed around the spoon, and a trail of ice cream escaped the corner of his mouth.

My gaze followed it as it dripped down his chin.

God, I couldn’t take it. I leaned in and licked it off, moaning low against his jaw, lips greedy. I needed more. More of him. More of everything.

The moment I kissed him again, the flavor melted between us, sweet and cold. But not as sweet as the way his hands were now roaming up my thighs.

“Mmm…” he hummed against my lips. “Easy, tigress. We’re just getting started.”

“Gabriel,” I warned, breathless.

He dipped the spoon again and took another scoop, this time, dragging it slowly down my thigh.

“I’m just admiring dessert,” he said with a wicked smile, pushing my gown up slowly. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under this, sweetheart.”

The cold made me jerk, goosebumps prickling my skin, but he held my leg firm and parted them slowly, deliberately, as if reminding me I belonged to him.

His hand slid under my dress, pushing the fabric higher and higher until my panties were exposed.

“Let’s see if you taste even better than strawberries and cream.”

Gabriel sank to his knees, pushed my gown up too slowly. “These in the way,” he whispered, tugging my panties down my legs.

Heat flooded my cheeks, but it did nothing to cool the ache building in me.

He met my eyes, then dipped the spoon again and painted a streak of ice cream along the inside of my thigh, trailing closer to where I throbbed.

“Oh…” I gasped as his tongue met the ice cream on my skin, licking it slowly. Lazily and torturously. But he didn’t stop there.

He parted my legs, his hands warm on my thighs. He buried his face between my legs, and his mouth kissed higher. Hotter.

A moan escaped me, then another, louder, as he trailed more ice cream across my skin and licked it off inch by inch.

“Gabriel,” I whimpered.

He growled, low and animalistic. “Say it again.”

“Gabriel…”

“Louder.”

“Gabriel,” I moaned, head tilting back as his tongue flicked across my clit. I could barely breathe.

He took a wet swipe along my slit before his tongue swirled around my clit, dizzying circles, then plunged into my entrance, tasting me so deep, then out. Then back again, flicking, sucking.

“Oh... God…”

He groaned like he was devouring his favorite dessert.

Pleasure burned through my spine. I clutched the edge of the island, eyes rolling back.

My fingers threaded into his thick hair, holding him there, rocking against his mouth. The heat felt too good and I was losing control.

“F-fuck,” I gasped. “Oh my God… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. If anything, he got rougher. Darker. More possessive.

“I want you to remember this every time you sit on this counter,” he said between licks. “This is mine. All of you. No one else gets this.”

My orgasm hit like lightning. My body bucked, and my head snapped back as a scream tore out of my throat.

I couldn’t stop my body from breaking and coming apart in waves as I cried out his name.

“Gabriel…”

My legs quivered, breath jagged, but even as the tremors ran through me, I grabbed his face and pulled him up, crashing my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue.

“I need you so bad.”

“Say it again.”

I nodded, too needy to hold onto my pride. “Gabriel, please.”

He grinned, eyes burning as his fingers found the zipper on the back of my dress. He slipped the fabric off my shoulders and pooled it around my hips, dragging it down my legs and tossing it to the side.

Now naked, I sat on the cold kitchen island, flushed and aching, legs open for him.

Gabriel stepped back and looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

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