Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: His Nasty Throbbing Device 

murmured, his breath hot against my back. His. 

Clairessa’s POV Satisfaction swelled inside me, but it barely lasted before his hand slipped between my thighs, grazing the lace that barely covered my warmth. “Such a tease,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You’ve had your fun. Now you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.” Panic shot through me, knowing I was completely exposed and at his mercy, yet I couldn’t ignore the way my body eagerly anticipated his next move. His hands gripped my hips as he slowly pulled my panties down, letting them stop just before my knees. “Your ass is just as perfect as the rest of you,” he rasped. His large palm traced the curve of my ass, caressing it with a deceptive softness that only made my breath hitch. “I can’t wait to see your soft, silky skin flush under my touch… to feel the heat rise with every strike.” Before I could even process his words, his hand came down–hard. A shocking gasp left my lips as the impact sent a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to my core. I wanted to protest, to tell him to stop–that we couldn’t be doing this right before work, that I’d be too sore to sit through the day… But then another slap landed. Harder. The force of it made my clit brush against the rough fabric of his slacks, sending an uncontrollable shudder through me. My thighs trembled as wetness spilled from me, slick and trailing down my skin. I couldn’t stop myself–my ass arched upward, silently begging for more. He spread my thighs wider, his fingers sliding along my soaked folds, tracing every slick inch before teasing my entrance. “Miss Hartwood…” His voice dripped with sinful amusement. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” A fresh wave of heat crashed through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified at how easily my body betrayed me. His touch ignited something deep and restless inside me. “You’re already drenched… ready…” he 

held a subtle mocking edge, as if he knew exactly how desperately I needed him. “I bet you’re just aching for my cock to fill you up.” Shame and desire surged through me at the teasing lilt in his voice. It was clear he was reveling in the way I craved him. Flushed with embarrassment, I tried to press my thighs together, to escape the unbearable need pulsing between them–but his strong hands effortlessly forced them apart. “Ah, ah,” he chided, amusement lacing his voice. “You don’t get to run from this.” Then, without warning, he plunged two fingers inside me. A strangled breath escaped me as pleasure ripped through my body, my walls clenching greedily around him. I bit down on my lower lip, desperate to contain the moans rising in my throat. My nails dug into the sheets as he pumped them in and out, slow and deep. “Shhh…” he taunted, curling his fingers just right, pressing into that devastatingly sweet spot that made my entire body tremble. “No need to hide, my sweet. I can hear your little moans, feel how tight you’re gripping me… milking my fingers as if they were something else.” His fingers thrust deeper, his movements ruthless. “See how your ass is arching higher for me… how your thighs are shaking… how your body is practically begging for more?” His filthy words only made it worse. A whimper slipped free, my hips instinctively rolling to meet his touch, desperate for more friction, more of him. His thumb traced slow, agonizing circles over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. I was close. Too close. But then, just as quickly as he’d claimed me, he pulled his fingers out. Leaving me empty. A frustrated whine nearly slipped from my lips, but before I could protest, I felt something cool press against my entrance. My heart slammed. Realization dawned. The black, pulsing, sphere–shaped device. Panic and hunger crashed through me. My body tensed. “Gabriel, no-” “Oh, yes,” he countered smoothly, pushing the pulsing device inside me. I sucked in a deep breath at the sudden fullness stretching me, a choked moan catching in my throat. “Too much?” he murmured, dragging his fingers lightly over my now–sensitive clit, sending a deep, toe–curling tremor through me. I shook my head quickly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how intensely I felt every movement. “Liar.” His fingers traced the waistband of my panties before slowly dragging the fabric back into place, trapping the pulsing device deep inside me. Then, without another word, his palm came down hard against my ass. A soft cry spilled from me, my thighs instinctively squeezing together, but it only intensified the relentless throb inside me. Gabriel’s hand landed on my ass once more–another smack that sent bitter–sweet pleasure crackling through me. “You’re ready for me,” he mused, his tone filled with satisfaction as he helped me stand. I wobbled, my legs weak, my

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Masty III 

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