Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 267

Clairessa’s POV

Gabriel’s smile darkened, his voice low, possessive. “And it’ll fucking stay that way. You’re mine… every inch of you.”

The words hit deep, sending another pulse of heat through me even as my body tried to calm from the high he’d just wrung out of me. My chest rose and fell, each breath shaky. Just when I thought I’d had the best with him, he somehow made it better, more intense, more consuming.

I slid my hands down his chest, nails dragging over hard muscle, my lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. “Now,” I whispered, shifting onto my knees, “it’s my turn to show you.”

He leaned back slightly, that devil’s smile tugging at his mouth, eyes heavy with anticipation as I swung a leg over and straddled him, feeling his heat, his size pressing between us.

That smile, proud, wicked, curved his mouth. “Show me, then. Make me regret letting you on top.”

I swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. My fingers traced his chest before slipping under his shirt. “Off,” I commanded.

He let me tug it over his head, muscles shifting beneath my touch, before tossing it aside. My palms roamed over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle, down the ridged lines of his abs.

Gabriel let out a low, rough grunt. “Sweet… you like what you see?”

“Like? Gabriel… more like, obsessed.”

A teasing smirk curved on his lips as I let my fingers trail lower, slow and teasing, until I reached the waistband of his pants.

I slid down his body, eyes locked on his, and made quick work of his pants, dragging them down until his cock was there, heavy, long, and standing proud before me.

The sight alone sent a hungry ache spiraling through me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, loving the feel of him, heavy, hot, and big enough to make my mouth water. My strokes were slow at first, soft, gliding over him from base to tip, savoring every inch.

“Mmm… you’ve been wanting me to do this all night, haven’t you?” I smirked up at him, my grip tightening just enough to make him grunt again.

He groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating through me. “Sweetheart, don’t fucking play with me.”

I tightened my grip, pumping him faster, feeling the way his cock twitched in my hand.

My gaze locked on his as my lips curled into a wicked smile. “I love playing with you.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched, and a deep growl rolled from his throat.

I slid my hips forward, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance, letting it drag slowly up and down my slit, teasing myself with the slick, throbbing heat.

I lingered there, rolling my hips to take every bit of pleasure for myself before finally sinking down onto him, slow, stretching, filling, until he was buried deep inside me.

“Fuck…” His head fell back, a rough sound tearing from his throat. His hands gripped my waist like he might tear me in half. “You feel so damn tight and too sweet around me, Clairessa.”

A shiver ran through me at the rawness in his voice, my moan soft and breathless as I began to roll my hips in slow, circular motions, letting him slide even deeper.

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