Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 100: Letting Him DominateClairessa's POV Gabriel's tongue gave my slit one last slow, teasing lick, his mouth lingering on my clit just long enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. Then he pulled away, leavingaching and desperate for more. I winced in frustration, already on all fours, my knees pressing into the sheets. His hands gripped my waist-firm, possessive-positioningexactly how he wanted me. His cock rubbed against my entrance, teasing, coating himself in my wetness. Then-he drove into me. Hard. Deep. A soft cry'escaped my lips as my body shook from the impact, my fingers clutching the sheets as the sting of his intrusion melted into raw pleasure. He stretchedopen. The pressure, the sheer size of him, sent a shudder through my body. "You're so tight... so wet for me," he groaned against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Like you were made for me." His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine to arch as he buried himself inside me. “You were made for me. To take me. To be filled by me." I whimpered, my body tightening around him, my walls clenching, sucking him in. His pace was ruthless-hard, then slow-a wicked combination designed to breakapart. He drove intoover and over, claiming me. Owning me. One hand moved to squeeze my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple, rolling the sensitive bud until I arched into his touch. "Look at you," he murmured darkly, his fingers trailing down my back before gripping my shoulder. "Already desperate for more." I whimpered, trembling, my hands clenching the sheets as I tried to push back against him, needing more. But he heldstill. "You take what I give you," he growled, his palm landing a stinging spank on my ass. I gasped. "Do you understand?" "Gabriel, please..." Another dark chuckle. "Listen to you. Already begging." I should have fought back. I knew what he was doing-he wanted to break me, to dominatecompletely. But I couldn't. Because I wanted it too. I wanted to fight. But more than that, I wanted to give in. "Yes," I moaned breathlessly, my body tingling from the sting. Another slap. Harder. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy," I gasped, my body burning, my mind lost in him. "Good girl," he murmured. His hand slid around my throat, gripping lightly as he leaned over me, his weight pressingdown. Then his lips found my neck. His teeth scraped against my skin before he sucked hard, sucking, biting, markingover and over, leaving bruises in their wake. A moan slipped from my lips as the sting of his bite sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "My mark on you," he murmured against my skin. “So no one forgets who you belong to." His tongue grazed over the sensitive spot, soothing the dark bruise he had just left. Then he thrust intoagain- deep and slow-makingfeel every inch of him. I moaned, arching into him, but he still heldin place, still controlled every movement. "You love this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Yes," I whimpered, losing myself completely in him. “Tell me,” he ordered. "I love it," I gasped, tightening around him. "I love the way you own me." A deep growl rumbled in his chest. His fingers slid between my legs, finding my swollen clit, stroking tight, fast circles, pushingcloser to the edge. "Oh, God... Gabriel-" "Not yet," he growled, pulling out completely. I whimpered at the loss, frustration boiling over. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "So greedy." His hands grabbed my waist, flippingonto my back with effortless strength. He tugged my legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. He hovered overnow. "Sweet girl..." His voice was husky. "Eyes on me." I obeyed, locking my gaze with his. The tenderness that had once been there was gone. Gabriel was dark. Dominant. Dangerous. And it thrilled me. "You're mine. Only mine," he groaned, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance, pushing just the tip inside before pulling back out. A strangled moan escaped me. "Gabriel..." I whimpered, my body trembling, waiting, wanting, needing. He chuckled, dark and wicked. "What is it, sweet girl?" "This is frustrating," I gasped. "I know. I want you to feel every bit of what I felt, so you know not to do it again." "Lesson learned," I whined, trying to lift my core against him, to take him in, but his hands tightened on my hips, keepingexactly where he wanted me. "You take what I give you," he murmured against my ear. "Nothing more. Nothing less." "Gabriel, please..." Then, he pushed insideagain- deep, excruciatingly controlled. "Sweet girl... Look at you. So perfect." His voice was breathy. "You takeso well. Like you were made for this." His pace was slow at first, his thick length dragging out ofinch by inch before slamming back inside at an agonizing pace. My head apt mmmatefell back, my nails digging into his arms. He leaned down, biting my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, then kissingdeeply, devouring me. His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Say it's always going to be just me." "Only you!" I moaned, my body tightening around him. He continued, shifting between slow, torturous strokes and deep, punishing thrusts. Teasing. Torturing. Owning. "You can't fight it, can you?” he whispered, his thumb pressing lightly over my pulse. I moaned, my body clenching around him, my back arching. “No..." I admitted breathlessly. “I can't.” “That's right,” he groaned, “Because your body belongs to me." And just like that, his rhythm changed. His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, keepingstill as he snapped his hips forward, pounding into me. Rougher. Faster. Faster. "You're mine. Only mine." Each stroke madegasp, made my body burn for more. "Only yours," I gasped, my body trembling from the way he took me. My hands reached for his shoulders, pulling him closer. "More?" he taunted. "Yes! Oh, God, Gabriel... please..." "You think you can handle more?" I nodded desperately. "Yes. Please." He rolled his hips in deeper strokes, not stopping until he reached the hilt. Then he thrust harder. Owningwith every powerful movement. His free hand found my nipple again-pinching, rolling, teasing- while his other hand pressed against my lower belly. "Feel that?” he whispered darkly. “That's me. Deep inside you. Filling you." I cried out, the sensation too much, too good. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me, fillingcompletely. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the room, his deep groans mixing with my breathless moans. "Oh... Daddy... I'm close..." My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper, harder. "Cfor me,” he groaned, his thrusts turning fast and rough. I gasped, my nails scraping down his back, my hips lifting off the bed, chasing the release he had denied me. And then-my orgasm tore through me, makingscream his nas pleasure rippedapart. “Gabriel... Daddy..." I moaned, my body clenching around him, milking him, taking everything he had to give. A deep, guttural groan left his throat as he buried himself insideone last time, his cock pulsing as he released inside me. He collapsed onto me, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath ragged, heavy. I was wrecked. Ruined. Completely his. Too exhausted to move. Too overwhelmed to speak. But I felt him. Still deep inside me. Still owning me.