Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 271

Clairessa’s POV

The sound of his voice, the claim in it, tore a wild moan from me. He loved the sound, groaning even louder, like my cries drove him insane. He switched to my other breast, sucking harder, teasing until my nails dug deep into his shoulders.

I couldn’t think or breathe. He owned every part of me.

His hands slid lower, gripping the thin lace of my panties, tugging them down my thighs. I lifted my hips, eager, desperate, letting him strip me naked.

I spread my legs for him without shame, opening myself completely.

His eyes dropped between my thighs, and they darkened, hunger flashing like fire.

“As much as I want to get on my knees and eat every inch of your sweet, tight heat,” he rasped, his voice ragged with need, “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

My body shook, a burning need racing through me. “I need your cock inside me too.”

That was all it took.

He rose slightly, tugging his shirt off his shoulders, his chest heaving, muscles flexing.

My breath hitched, his chest was chiseled, hard, and the V cut of his abs disappeared into his pants in a way that made my thighs press together in anticipation.

He yanked at his belt, unzipped his trousers, and shoved them and his briefs down just far enough. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, jutting between us. He didn’t strip fully. He was too desperate, too hungry to waste time.

My breath hitched, heat pulsing between my legs as he leaned back down to kiss me, crushing my mouth with his, groaning into me like he needed every part of me.

His hand slid between my thighs, a finger plunging inside me, stroking deep while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned into his mouth, clutching his shoulders, my hips bucking against his hand.

He groaned low, guttural. “You’re already so wet for me… so fucking ready.”

“Yes… Gabriel…” I gasped, his touch stretching me, every nerve in my body sparking.

I gripped his shoulders, desperate, and that’s when he froze. His eyes dropped.

The ring. Still on my finger.

His gaze hardened, rage and jealousy flaring hot. His voice came out harsh, trembling with fury. “I don’t want you wearing this ever again.”

“I…” My protest died as he grabbed my hand, his grip rough, his mouth at my ear.

“You’d be my wife,” he growled, his breath scorching my skin, “not his.”

He yanked the ring off my finger and flung it across the room. The clatter on the floor echoed like a sentence passed.

Then the blunt head of his cock pressed at my entrance, hot and demanding. He locked his gaze to mine, eyes burning into me as he pushed in slow, agonizingly slow. Inch by thick inch, he stretched me open, filled me until I was crying out, clawing at his back.

When he pulled out, he slammed back in harder, but still measured, still torturous.

“Gabriel…” I gasped, arching up against him, needing more, needing everything.

His mouth curled into a dark smirk, his breath searing against my lips. “What do you want?”

“I… I want you,” I whimpered, writhing under him.

“Not good enough,” he growled, dragging his cock deep inside me, slow and punishing. “Say it.”

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