Page 54 of Daddy's Sinner

Without a word, I nod and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He groans as he feels me fully around him, my body tight and hot.

His hips start to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful, taking both of us higher. Our bodies become one, moving as one, our breaths intertwined. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, but I don’t want it to end. I want to stay right here, with Matheo, in this moment of passion and pure bliss.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and filled with emotion. “I’m yours, and only yours.”

Matheo chuckles, his voice deep and rough, a mixture of joy and satisfaction. “You always were love. Always have been. Forever will be.” He pulls me close, his body still buried deep inside me. His hands tenderly trace my hips, and I can feel his heart pounding against my own.

“I want to be inside you forever,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I want to be the one to make you feel this way, every single day.”

My heart swells with love and desire, and I can’t help but smile at him. “You already do,” I say, my voice filled with emotion. “You make me feel this way every single day.”

And with that, he starts to move again, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that fills me with a sense of completion and fulfillment. It’s as if his love for me and my love for him have melded together, creating a bond that transcends time and space.

As the intensity builds, Matheo reaches down and gently bites my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. His hands grip my hips, guiding me up to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving as one.

“I need you so much,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire. “Never let me go.”

Matheo kisses me again, his lips soft and warm against mine. “Never,” he promises. “I’ll keep you with me, love, for as long as I live.” I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I’m taken over and over again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

Our bodies are sweaty and flushed, our hearts pounding in sync with one another as we continue to lose ourselves in each other. The room is alive with the sound of our heavy breathing, the slick sounds of our bodies moving together, and our passionate moans.

Finally, I can’t hold on any longer. I scream his name as I shatter into a million pieces, my body convulsing around him. Matheo groans, his cock throbbing inside me as he follows me over the edge, his release mingling with mine.

We collapse against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. Our hearts continue to beat wildly, breathing slowly, beginning to calm. I cling to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, his cock still inside me. Our souls have become entwined, our love now forever bound.

“Thank you,” I breathe, my voice shaking with emotion. “Thank you for giving me this.”

Matheo pulls back to look into my eyes, his own filled with emotion. “No, thank you. You gave me this, love,” he says softly. “You’ve been my greatest joy and my deepest love, something I never thought I'd have. I’ll always cherish you, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”

His words wash over me, filling me with a sense of peace and contentment. I know that with Matheo by my side, I am safe and loved.

God’s Work

Sinner

We tried to start over. To forget about religion. To forget about our past. But the problem with evil is that it lingers in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As much as we want to leave our history behind, it seems determined to follow us wherever we go. The quaint little town we chose as our new home soon reveals its dark underbelly, a twisted reflection of our own inner demons. No matter how hard we try to escape it, evil always finds a way to creep back in. And now, faced with this new threat, we have no choice but to confront it head-on.

Which leads us here, continuing our God’s work hand in hand.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Sarah whispers. The dim light of the flickering candles casts strange shadows on her face, making her appear ghostly in the sacred space. There is no greater evil than the woman before me—the woman who preys on young men who are lost and vulnerable, twisting their minds and souls to her own wicked desires. Not even the cops know the true depth of her depravity, but I do. I’ve followed her, learning everything about her as I tracked the disappearance of those boys.

My heart races as I listen to her confession, the weight of her sins heavy in the air between us. I struggle to maintain my composure, to keep the mask of piety firmly in place. Sarah looks up at me with tears glistening in her eyes, seeking absolution for the horrors she has wrought upon those innocent souls. But deep down, I know that no amount of penance can erase the darkness that has consumed her.

No, demons like hers need to be exorcized, sent back to hell. A smile curls on my lips as I place a hand on her shoulder.

“Your sins are grave, but so is the mercy of our God,” I whisper, my voice low and steady.

Sarah’s eyes widen in surprise at my words, a flicker of hope dancing behind the fear that clouds them. I watch as relief washes over herfeatures, momentarily softening the hardness that has taken root in her soul. But it’s all a lie. A farce.

“Do you truly believe that, Father?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Of course, I don’t believe that.She needs to die—that’s the cost of her sins. Death. An eye for an eye. But I lie with a smile on my face and offer her comfort as I glance over my shoulder at the dark corner of the church where I’ve hidden the tools of my trade. The glint of metal catches my eye, a silent promise of justice waiting to be served.

I turn back to Sarah, my expression a mask of compassion as I guide her to her feet.

“I believe in second chances, my child,” I murmur, guiding her toward the confessional where she will pay for her sins with her life. As she kneels inside, unaware of the fate that awaits her, I close the heavy wooden door with a finality that echoes through the empty church.

It’s too late for mercy. Justice is all that remains now.My body trembles with excitement as I prepare to carry out my role as both priest and executioner. Sarah’s voice reaches me through the confessional, her words a desperate cry for forgiveness. But there will be no redemption today.

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