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

Clairessa's POV

Gabriel pushed up slowly-deliberate, like a man who knew his body was a weapon.

He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes dark and locked on mine, daring me to look away.

I didn't.

I lifted myself higher onto my knees, squaring my shoulders, reveling in the way the power shifted.

"I want you completely naked."

He tilted his head, that slow, cocky grin never fading. He hated this-giving up control. But still, he reached for the hem of his dark sleep shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion.

A broad chest. Golden skin. Toned. Cut.

God.

My gaze dropped-helpless to resist.

His abs were more defined than I remembered. His body leaner, tighter-like he'd been working out more.

Maybe trying to burn off the same frustration I'd been drowning in.

A trail of hair led down from his navel, and I followed it with hungry eyes.

Then his fingers slid to the knot of his drawstring.

He watched me the whole time, never breaking eye contact, even as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.

No briefs.

My breath hitched.

His cock stood proud-thick and heavy-curving toward his stomach with arrogant perfection. Veins etched along the length, the head flushed, glistening.

My thighs clenched. My lips parted before I even realized it, the sound that escaped me soft and needy.

I licked my lips unconsciously, already imagining the taste of him on my tongue.

"Sweet," he warned, voice deep and rough. "Do that again, and I'll be forced to fuck you into the morning."

I laughed softly, wickedly, biting back a shiver.noveldrama

"Easy, tiger. I'm in charge, remember?"

He arched a brow, that dangerous smirk curving. "Just for tonight. Don't get used to it—I'll always dominate."

"We'll see," I said, defiant. "For now... you're all mine to control."

"If I'm yours," he muttered, "you'd better come collect your property before it does something reckless."

I rose from the bed slowly, every inch of me aching for him. My nipples rubbed against the fabric of my nightdress, hard and swollen.

My clit throbbed—already soaked just from the sight of him.

He was magnificent.

And I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.

I walked to him, letting my gaze trace every sculpted line of his body.

He towered over me, his tall frame making mine feel even more petite.

His height and strength were still intimidating. Still magnetic. But I didn't flinch.

I liked that. I liked the contrast.

I placed my hands on his chest, fingers splayed. His skin was warm beneath my touch, smooth and tight over muscle.

I traced a slow line down his sternum, around the taut curve of his ribs, and back up to his broad shoulders.

He tensed.

And I loved the power I held when I reached up and caressed him slowly-feeling that slight twitch beneath my fingertips.

He was trying to stay still. Trying to fight the reaction I dragged out of him.

He was losing.

I circled him, slow and deliberate, savoring the tension in the air-feeling his anticipation grow.

My fingers teased across his back, then down to his waist, light and lingering. He sucked in a breath but didn't stop me.

When I came to stand in front of him again, I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"I want you on the bed."

He smirked, cocky as hell. "You're making a lot of demands, sweetheart."

"I better make use of my time, right?"

He stepped back slowly, chest rising, gaze never leaving mine.

And just as he reached the bed, I placed my palm on his chest and gave a small push.

Not enough to knock him off balance-but enough to show I wasn't playing shy.

He let himself fall back, arms stretched behind his head like he had all the time in the world.

My hair fell forward as I climbed astride him, pressing my heat directly over his rock-hard length.

His breath escaped in a guttural sound. His hips instinctively rose, his cock sliding against my slick folds, teasing my clit.

Pleasure shot up my spine, and I gasped-but I grinned down at him.

"Nice try," I breathed hot against his mouth. "But I'm in control."

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers splayed like he was barely holding back.

"I'm this close," he growled, lifting his hips

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His cock pressed perfectly against my center, and I felt my entrance stretch

slightly as he nudged. My body was ready-desperate.

"You're wet and ready," he groaned

"Just one more push, and I'll be inside you-stretching you—filling you until you scream my name. Say the word."

My breath caught.

I was dripping for him-my body aching

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what it felt like to have him deep, hard claiming every gasp that left my lips.

But this wasn't just about pleasure.

This was Gabriel, trying to take back control.

And tonight, that control belonged to me.

I needed him to know I wielded it.

He was mine.

I leaned in, breath brushing his lips.

"Tempting," I whispered.

Then I slapped his hand away.

"But no," I said, voice low. "I call the shots."

His brows lifted in mock outrage, but he leaned back again, arms folded behind

his head like a man waiting to be devoured.

"Go on then," he drawled. "I'm growing impatient."

I dragged my tongue along his chest, pausing to circle one nipple before catching

it between my lips.

His groan was sharp and sudden, and I soothed it with another slow lick-the way

he always did to me.

"Oh, fuck-Claire-" he hissed.

I shifted to the other side, teasing again, tongue tracing lazy, wet strokes as I

watched his chest rise faster beneath my mouth.

His cock throbbed between us-hard, desperate.

By the time I pulled back, he looked dazed.

"You learn fast, my sweet," he rasped.

I smirked, brushing my fingers over his chest.

"I had the best teacher."

He chuckled—but the sound was strained. Almost pained.

"You sure did..."

I kissed lower, tracing the invisible line of power between us, my mouth claiming

every inch of his skin.

His body was warm, tense under my lips. I could feel the struggle in him—to hold

back. To resist.

But it was too late.

He was already hard. Long. Thick. So veiny and straining, I could see the pulse

pounding just beneath the swollen surface.

When I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers barely met.

God, he was huge-

Thick. Heavy in my palm. Already pulsing with anticipation.

I curled my fingers tighter, testing the weight of him, savoring the way he throbbed

for more.