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

Chapter 114: Marking Her

Gabriel's POV Clairessa obeyed immediately, shifting onto her knees on the counter, her soft hands pressing against the cool marble. "Bend forward," I commanded. She got on all fours, arching her back, her round, sculpted ass raised for me-smooth, firm, and begging to be spanked. But I noticed the way her fingers trembled, the slight tension in her body. She was nervous. I ran a hand down the length of her back, pausing just above the curve of her ass. "Do you trust me?" She nodded. "Use your words," I murmured, my fingers brushing lightly over her spine. "Yes, Gabriel,” she whispered. "I trust you." "Good girl." My palm glided over the swell of her ass, appreciating the way she pushed into my touch. “Just like that,” I murmured, my hand smoothing over her skin. "So fucking perfect." Then I brought my hand down. She gasped when I delivered the first slap, the sting spreading across her soft skin. I watched her closely, waiting for her reaction. "More?" A delicious moan spilled from her lips. "More..." A rush of need spread through me, dark and possessive. I did it again. And again. Each slap left behind a deeper shade of pink, my mark of ownership imprinted on her skin. Her body trembled beneath me, her fingers curling against the marble, her back arching just enough to push her ass higher, offering herself to me completely. “My sweet..." I chuckled darkly, my palm tracing the heat of her reddened skin. "Begging for more." I soothed the sting, caressing her soft skin tenderly, kneading and teasing- making her wait-only to bring my hand back down in another smack. A whimper left her lips, her thighs pressing together as if she was trying to ease the ache growing between them. "You like that, don't you?" I murmured, stroking my fingers between her thighs, enjoying the way she shivered beneath my touch. "Yes," she breathed. "I love it." "Good." My hand slipped between her thighs, finding her soaked and ready, her arousal coating my fingers as I teased her entrance. "Gabriel..." she moaned, pressing back against me. But this time, I was done teasing. Gripping her hips, I positioned myself at her entrance, one foot planted firmly on the ground, the other knee resting on the edge of the island to give me perfect leverage. The thick head of my cock pressed against her slick heat. Then, without warning, I slammed into her. Hard. Deep. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the marble as I filled her in one brutal thrust. I gritted my teeth, my head falling forward as I fought for control. She felt so fucking tight. So sweet. I wanted to thrust into her over and over again. But I needed to give her body time to adjust. She whimpered, her body stiff beneath me as I stilled inside her. "Shh, baby," I whispered, smoothing my hands down her back, giving her a moment to breathe, to take me in. "I've got you." I felt the moment she relaxed, her body molding into mine, her muscles unclenching as she arched her hips, seeking more. "That's it," I groaned, gripping her waist as I pulled back before slamming into her again. Hard. Fast. Each thrust was punishing, raw, fueled by the hunger that had been brewing inside me during the nights without her. She met me stroke for stroke, her body writhing, taking everything I gave her, demanding more. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more-I needed to see her face, to watch the pleasure take over her completely, to get lost in her eyes as I rode her to the edge. With a growl, I slipped out of her and gripped her waist. I flipped her onto her back. Her breath hitched as she landed against the cool marble. She was fucking perfection. Her brown curls spread wildly across the counter, matching the hunger in her eyes. Those eyes, Wide, dark, dilated-they locked onto mine. So innocent, yet utterly blown just for me. They were hypnotic, pulling me deeper into her spell, making me want to devour her all over again. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, parted as if she was about to whisper my name, but no sound came-just her ragged, needy breaths. Her body laid beneath me like a vision from my darkest fantasies. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin slick with sweat and pleasure. Every part of her belonged to me. Mine to devour. And she knew it. "Spread your legs," I ordered, my voice rough with need. She did, her thighs falling open, her glistening folds exposed, inviting. A groan tore from my throat. I didn't wait. Gripping her thighs, I pulled her toward the edge of the counter, positioning my hardened cock between her legs. "My sweet," I murmured, my eyes never leaving hers. "Eyes on me." She shivered at the command, her breath catching. Then, like the perfect fucking angel she was, she locked those mesmerizing brown eyes onto mine. I thrust into her slowly this time, sinking into her inch by inch,noveldrama

feeling every wet, tight inch of her as she stretched around me. Her gasp turned into a moan, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, drawing me deeper into her. “That's it," I growled, my hands roaming up her trembling body, finding the soft swell of her breasts. I tugged at her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, feeling them tighten under my touch. She arched into me, her back lifting off the counter as 1 pinched harder, sending a delicious shudder through her body. "Daddy... yes..." she moaned, breathless, desperate. I thrust into her harder, faster, reveling in the way she fell apart beneath me. Her head thrashed from side to side, her body writhing, surrendering to the pleasure I was giving her. “Fuck, Clairessa," I groaned, feeling the way she tightened around me, her walls clenching, her climax so close. "Come for me," I ordered, my grip on her hips tightening, my thrusts becoming erratic as I pushed her over the edge. Her entire body tensed, her nails digging into my arms as she shattered, a scream tearing from her throat as pleasure consumed her. "Gabriel-fuck- please," she gasped, her voice breaking as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked through her. Together," she pleaded, her dazed eyes locking onto mine. I was right there with her, the way she clenched around me pushing me past the edge. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, a guttural moan ripping from my chest as I came, spilling into her, claiming her completely. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling, our breaths ragged, her legs still wrapped tightly around me. Then I felt it-the way her muscles weakened, and her eyes shut. She was exhausted. I brushed my lips against her temple, feeling her body melt into mine. "You okay, my sweet?" She hummed softly, too tired to form words. I grinned, shaking my head as I pulled out of her carefully. Her body trembled at the loss, her breathing slow, and I hoped I hadn't been too rough. But I knew-she had been with me every step of the way. Without a second thought, I lifted her into my arms, draping her over my shoulder. She mumbled something incoherent, her voice a soft whisper. I smirked. "What was that, sweetheart?" "We... we didn't even make it to the room," she muttered sleepily. I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her thigh. "No, we didn't." Carrying her through the dimly lit house, I made my way to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. She barely stirred, her body sinking into the mattress, her breathing already evening out. I pulled the covers over her, slipping in beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist as she curled into me. I kissed her forehead, my chest relaxing as I watched her drift off. Mine. Always mine.