Page 25 of Forgive Me, Father

She’s perfection.

I drop to my knees before her, and I can’t help but think about all the times I’ve been on my knees in this church. Yet none of those times have felt as holy, as sacred and beautiful as this moment, right here, right now. I place my hands on her knees and spread her thighs wide, revealing her to me. Her cute little cunt is pink and glistening, swollen with need, and the sight of it makes my mouth water and my cock throb almost painfully. I place her legs over my shoulders as she puts her hands behind her, leaning back slightly as I spread her open for me. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. The most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelt.

“Look at you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “So wet and ready for me. This is exactly what I wanted, angel. To kiss your sweet little cunt right here on the altar.”

She whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, and I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her muscles tremble beneath my mouth as I slowly kiss my way higher, taking my time, inhaling her scent, listening to her every stuttered breath. I don’t know who I’m teasing more, her or me.

I can’t wait. I need the taste of her on my tongue like I need air.

I lick right up the center of her, groaning at her sweet taste. She’s so wet, so perfectly responsive, and her hips buck as I circle her clit with my tongue. I tease her entrance with the tip of my finger, rubbing all around it before gently, slowly pushing inside. She clenches around me in welcome.

“You taste so fucking good, Liv,” I growl against her. One taste and I’ve become a man possessed. “You taste like sin and salvation. Like debauched purity. I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping this pussy.” I suck her clit into my mouth, polishing it with my tongue as I start to pump my finger in and out of her tight, wet heat. She’s moaning now, hips writhing, legs twitching against my shoulders.

“Oh, God,” she moans, and I chuckle at the fact that while she’s looking up at the massive statue of Jesus on the cross, she’s talking to me. “Don’t stop. More. Give me more.”

I add a second finger, stretching her, feeling her pussy clench around me. I fuck her slowly as I kiss all over her cunt, teasing with licks and sucks, building her up. She starts to push into me, riding my tongue and fingers, and I groan against her. I curl my fingers, stopping when I feel that small, rough spot I read about last night.

I’ve been doing research. I’m not the most experienced man, and I want to be good for her.

I rub that spot and she lets out a surprise gasp and then starts rocking into my touch.

“Yes! Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. It feels so good, Gabe, holy shit.” I keep stroking her while licking and sucking her clit, savoring the feel of it between my lips, against my tongue. She’s so close. I can feel it in the way she’s clenching around me, in the tautness of her muscles.

I eat her like a man starved, the way some people fall on tropical fruit, until their faces glisten with juice. Pretty sure there are memes about that, and right now? I’m that meme. My lips and tongue work her into a frenzy, my fingers still curled, still moving in and out. The sounds of my mouth on her, wet and obscene, echo through the church. It’s profane and I don’t give a shit. All I care about is making my girl come.

I fuck her with my fingers, stroking that spot inside her that makes her gasp and writhe. Her hips buck against my face, smearing her delicious juices all over my chin, my cheeks, my lips. I’m coated in her, and I fucking love it.

“Gabe,” she pants, her voice echoing. “I feel so good. I don’t…It’s too much, but I don’t want you to stop.”

I swirl my tongue around her clit. She’s so swollen that I can feel her throbbing against my lips. “I’ve got you, Liv. Let go. I’ve got you.”

She lets out a loud moan and then tenses, her thighs clamping down around my head. And then she’s screaming my name, her body convulsing as she comes, hard. She squirts, her release gushing out of her, drenching my face. Drenching my collar. Some of it splashes onto the altar cloth, darkening the pristine white fabric.

I laugh, pulling back slightly, my face dripping with her. “Looks like I’ve been baptized,” I say, grinning up at her as I nip at her thigh. “Made new in the name of your sweet cunt.”

“Oh, God,” she groans, covering her face with her hands. Her cheeks are beet red. “I can’t believe I…I’m so embarrassed. Oh my God.”

I wipe my face as I stand, then tug her hands away, making her look at me. “Don’t be,” I say, my voice gentle but firm. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You coming like that, squirting all over me, all over the altar. Jesus Christ, Olivia, you’re incredible.”

She bites her lip, a small, almost shy smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” I growl, leaning in to kiss her deeply, letting her taste the sweetness of her juicy little pussy on my tongue. “You’re fucking perfect, Olivia, inside and out.” I pull my hard cock out, lining up with her dripping entrance, and I can feel the heat of her pussy on my skin. She’s soaking wet, legs spread and ready for me. I thrust deep in one long stroke, and she arches, gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. There’s something erotic about the way we’re both still mostly clothed. We couldn’t wait for an appropriate time and place to do this. The urgency, the need, the lust was too much.

“You feel that?” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “That’s Daddy’s cock, deep inside you, in the middle of a church.” My voice echoes through the empty sanctuary. Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent moan as I fill her completely. I pull back, then thrust again, harder, faster, my hips slapping against hers. “Look at me while I fuck you. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to.”

“Gabe,” she moans, her eyes meeting mine, shining bright as I fuck her, slow and hard. “You. I’m yours, Daddy. Only yours. Only ever yours.”

My heart swells with joy, with possession, with love, and I kiss her as I thrust in and out of her drenched pussy. So much about this should feel wrong—she’s seventeen years youngerthan me, I swore a vow of celibacy, we’re having sex in a fucking church—but it doesn’t. Nothing about Olivia could ever feel wrong.

“That’s my girl. My good, sweet, dirty girl,” I praise, my cock driving into her over and over again. The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin against skin, echoes through the church. She’s so tight, so wet, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I can feel every inch of her, every ridge and ripple as I fuck her, claim her, make her mine. Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire, marking me as hers just as surely as I’m marking her as mine.

“You feel so fucking good, Liv,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside her. “Your pussy is heaven. My own personal fucking paradise.”

She moans, her hips moving in time with mine, her body meeting each of my thrusts with eager desperation. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Come for me, angel,” I say, my voice rough and raw. “Come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel you.”

She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes for a second time, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I fuck her through it, my cock pistoning in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm, making her scream my name again and again. It’s more beautiful than any hymn I’ve ever heard.

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