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Dad By Oma 112

    Chapter 112: Needing Him So Bad It Hurts


    iressa''s POV Those were all the words Gabriel needed to hear. His fingers slid through my slick folds, teasing, gathering the wetness pooling between my thighs. "Fuck my sweet you''re dripping for me, he purred, his voice thick with hunger. His fingertips brushed my swollen clit, circling it slowly. A soft moan escaped my lips, my hips jerking against his touch. "Gabriel..." He groaned at my response, pressing harder, stroking me in maddening circles. My body trembled uncontrobly. “You''re so fucking perfect, he rasped, his fingers dragging lower, tracing my entrance before plunging two inside at once. I cried out, my walls clenching around him. He didn''t ease in-he took. His fingers thrust deep and fast, curling just right, stroking that sweet spot that had me unraveling into desperate moans. "You''re so fucking tight," he growled, pumping his fingers into me, over and over again. “And mine alone." "Daddy... oh god, yes, I mewled, gripping his shoulders for support. "I''m yours..." "I need to feel youe around my fingers,'' he demanded, sliding in a third, stretching me wider. His voice was raw, his need to see me take my pleasure so intense that it heightened my own. "Eyes on me," he ordered, his thumb circling back to my clit, pressing down just enough to send another jolt of pleasure surging through me. My gaze met his-burning with desire. "That''s it, my sweet, he praised, his fingers fucking me through my release as my body shattered around him. "Such a good girl,ing just for me." Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine-devouring, consuming. His tongue thrust past my lips, iming me just as his fingers had. He pressed his hardened length against my soaked core, the rigid heat of him straining through his pants, making me whimper. His hands skimmed roughly up my thighs, yanking my dress higher. Then, without warning, he gripped thecy edges of my panties and tore them apart. A ragged moan tore from my lips. "Oh my god... Gabriel..." There was no more gentleness in his touch. The tender Gabriel was gone. Reced by the dark,manding man who wanted nothing more than to own and dominate me- just like that night. A rush of fear and thrill surged through me, tightening low in my belly. Then his mouth imed mine again-fiercer this time. His tongue tangled with mine, demanding, tasting, exploring. It wasn''t a kiss; it was a branding. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my lips. I''m going to take you now." His hand slid around my waist, fingers digging into my flesh, tugging me closer- his hardness pressing even deeper into my core. The raw intensity in his touch sent another wave of need crashing through me. Gabriel''s hands reached for his belt, hastily unbuckling it, his fingers working with desperate urgency as he unzipped his pants. I watched him, my core tightening in anticipation, my mind already filled with the thought of him driving into me, stretching me, filling me over and over again- But then- “Dammit,” he groaned, his hands stilling just as he was about to push his pants down. And then-he stepped back. The distance he created felt unbearable. My body ached with need, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs. "What''s wrong? I choked out, my entire being throbbing for him. His jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His eyes burned-hot, wild-but beneath the desire, I saw the struggle. The war raging inside him. “I think we need to slow down." Frustration red through me like a live wire. "Why? What''s stopping you?" He raked a hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. "iressa... I don''t want to make love." I froze. My stomach clenched hard. "What?" Just seconds ago, he was about to take me right here on the kitchen ind-I could still see his arousal, thick and straining against his pants. If he wanted me so badly, then why was he stopping? "I don''t understand..." I swallowed, my voice quieter now, uncertain. "Did I do something?" "No," he rasped. "This isn''t about you. It''s me." His fists clenched at his sides, like he was physically holding himself back. "I need to pace us... because of you." My patience was wearing thin. “Gabriel, be fucking clear.” His eyes finally lifted to mine, stormy and filled with something raw, "I don''t want to make love because I want to fuck you." A violent shudder tore through me. The way he said it-so raw, so filthy-sent heat straight to my core, a desperate rush of arousal pooling between my thighs. His muscles were tense, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "So do it," I whispered, my voice daring him. "Fuck..." He dragged in a shaky breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter. I could see the tremor in his body, the effort it took to restrain himself. "I want to, but I can''t without feeling guilty." I frowned. "Why?"


    "Last time, you told me I fucked you like a whore." His voice was strained. "And it made me feel like shit. I never want you to think of yourself like that because of me." He sucked in a breath, his voice dropping lower. "And at the pace we''re going..." His fingers gripped the edge of the countertop, firmly. "Goddamn, iressa, I want to fuck you so bad it feels like my cock is about to burst." My breath hitched. If only he knew I didn''t care about how possessive he wasst time. The only thing that hurt was knowing he had used my body to escape his pain while keeping me at arm''s length. But tonight was different. I could see it-the need in his eyes, the way he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Yet, he was still trying to protect me from the very thing I craved. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned back against the kitchen ind. My knees fell apart, spreading my legs wider- offering myself to him. His gaze dropped instantly, and a hungry, tortured groan left his lips. His hands twitched at his sides, the internal battle written all over his body. "Gabriel Storm..." I purred, certain I was soaking wet, wanting to entice and tempt him into iming what we both knew he was aching for. I held his gaze, licking my lips as I whispered- "I want you to fuck me."


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