Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 113

Gabriel’s POV 

Chapter 113: Getting Her On Her Knees 

My eyes locked on Clairessa, every nerve ending in my body coming alive at her command, 

Fuck…, I thought. That was the last thing I expected her to say, 

She lay back, her breasts perky and her legs parted, essentially offering herself to me. 

Daddy… I need you, her words echoed in my mind, igniting something primal within me, pushing me to the edge–to claim her like a beast. 

She had no idea about the war raging inside me. No clue how much control it took not to give in. 

Because when I took her, I wouldn’t be gentle. I wouldn’t hold back. I wanted to slam into her–hard, fast- claiming her in ways she hadn’t even imagined. 

I wanted to do dark, sinful things to her body–things she’d never experienced. 

To own every inch of her. But she wasn’t making it easy. 

I was her first–and I intended to keep it that way for a long time–which meant I had to be thoughtful. I couldn’t drag her into the darkness of my twisted, traumatic world. But the last time we were together, I hadn’t been sensitive. I’d been ruthless, driven by the need to punish her for my own selfish reasons. 

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Chapter 113: Getting Her On Her Knees 

And now, the guilt ate at me–because I’d almost lost her. 

I couldn’t let her see that side of me again. The part that craved control. The part that pushed too far. 

Because if she did, she’d run–just like last time. 

But then I saw her hand slip down the hollow of her chest, fingers trailing between her legs, ready to touch herself. 

And something inside me snapped. 

In an instant, I closed the distance, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her. 

here.” 

“Not like that,” I growled, my voice rough with dominance. “You don’t get to touch yourself when I’m right 

She nodded, her fierce gaze meeting mine with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing me to my limits. But she had no idea. 

I was done holding back. 

“You want Daddy to fuck you, huh?” 

I pulled her tighter, pressing her soft curves deeper against me. The hardness straining behind my pants pushed against her core, the heat of her wetness seeping through the fabric. 

Shit–I grew impossibly harder. 

Chapter 113: Getting Her On Her Knees 

“Yes… please…” she breathed, the desperation in her voice making my control slip even further. 

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear. “Then take off your clothes.” 

She froze for a moment, eyes wide, searching mine for any trace of hesitation. 

There was none. 

“Lay on the island.” 

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I stepped back just enough to give her space, watching with hooded eyes as her fingers slid the straps of her gown off her shoulders. 

“Slowly,” I added, my gaze burning into hers. “I want to see everything.” 

She nodded, letting the straps fall more slowly this time, teasing me with each tantalizing movement, her body swaying in a sensual rhythm meant to drive me mad. 

And it worked. 

bare. 

The gown slipped down, inch by agonizing inch, until it finally stopped at her waist–leaving her gloriously 

Fuck. 

No bra. She’d skipped it–just for me. 

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Her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples swollen and hard, practically begging for my mouth. My body vibrated with need, every muscle pulled taut. 

My gaze devoured her. She was perfection. Made for me. And I knew–I’d never get enough. 

She lifted herself slightly, dragging the gown down her hips until it pooled at her feet. 

With a mischievous smile, she kicked it aside, never breaking eye contact. 

She seductively eased back onto the kitchen island, watching me through lowered lashes, daring me to take what she was offering. 

“Legs up. Spread them wide,” I ordered, my hands working open the buttons of my shirt before sliding it off my shoulders. 

She obeyed, lifting her legs, opening herself fully to me. 

The sight of her–wet, ready, perfect–made my cock throb with painful urgency. 

Mine. All mine. 

I tugged at my pants and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of my briefs, I stood with my cock in hand, stroking myself slowly. 

Her eyes locked onto me, her thighs trembling as she resisted the urge to close them. 

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My sweet.. keep your legs open want to see every no of y 

I stroked myself faster, watching as her slickness glistened onder the Monts 

Fuck–1 could come just from looking at her 

But that wasn’t the plan for tonight 

As much as I desired to take her hard and fast, I couldn’t reset saving her fret–sing fer sweetness, letting my tongue work over her dit over and over again until she was begging me to come 

I stopped stroking myself and approached the counter, reaching for the bottle of wine just a few centimeters from her 

Taking a slow gulp, I let the rich liquid cost my tongue before tilting the bottle, pouring a slow stream over her chest, letting the liquid trickle between her breasts, down her stomach, pooling in her navel before slipping lower. 

Then I reached for a cube of ice, rolling it between my lips before pressing it against her throat. 

She gasped as the cold met her overheated skin, her body arching off the counter in response. 

I dragged the ice downward, gliding it over her collarbone, circling one nipple, then the other–watching ther tighten into stiff peaks. 

A needy moan spilled from her lips as I alternated between the chill of the ice and the scorching heat of my mouth, sucking the wine from her skin, tasting the intoxicating blend of her and the liquor. 

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Her moans grew louder when I traced the ice down her stomach, letting it melt drop by drop against her quivering skin. 

My lips followed, kissing, licking, tasting–until I reached her navel, dipping my tongue inside before moving lower. 

She whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter, her thighs parting even more as I finally 

reached her center. 

I traced the ice along her inner thighs, reveling in the way she squirmed under my touch. 

Then, finally, I parted her slick folds with my tongue, pressing the ice against her clit, circling it torturously slow before replacing it with the heat of my mouth. 

I sucked. Licked. Swirled my tongue in a wicked rhythm, the ice melting against her sensitive flesh, heightening every sensation. 

“Fuck!” she cried out, her body writhing, desperate, her pleasure teetering on the edge.