Page 27 of Forgive Me Father
"I set you on the edge of the tub," She whispers. "So what’s your solution?"
Tugging my sweats further down, my throbbing cock springs free. I wrap my hand around the hard length of it, taking my time as I work up and down the base in painfully slow drags.
"Do you want pain, Eden, or do you want pleasure?"
Waiting several seconds, her voice comes in a whisper.
"Pleasure, Father."
My ears devour her words. I close my eyes to revel in the possibilities of what comes next, the ache of my release already threatening to end this before it begins.
"Then go ahead and do something for me, beautiful. Take your right hand and run it down your body," I whisper. "Go all the way until you've reached that pretty pussy of yours, and listen to my voice while you slip inside yourself."
A brief pause precedes the sound of movement and a small gasp of pleasure that makes me bite my bottom lip in anticipation.
Stroking myself faster, I continue coaxing her for more.
“Now take your left hand and massage those perfect breasts of yours while imagining those are my fingers fucking you," I groan, a bead of liquid gathering at the head of my stiff cock.
Her voice cracks trying to stifle another moan. "And w-what are you doing right now, Father Briar?" She questions. "Remember, it's a sin to lie."
Smiling at her wittiness, I lower my voice.
"You want to know, Angel?" I purr. "Right now, I'm stroking my cock to the idea of you pleasuring yourself," I continue, "and imagining what it would feel like to have those pretty lips wrapped around me, struggling to take all of me in." I groan, stroking harder as her gasps become deeper and heavier. "Now be a good girl for me and put in another finger."
"I can't, Roman-"
"Do it," I snap.
The sound of movement escalates, my hand working the precum vigorously up and down my length, the wetness adding to my frenzied obsession with the woman on the other end of the line. For a few moments, we become nothing but a mix of sinful sounds.
"Do you know how desperately I want to taste you, Eden? Do you know how much I want that pretty little pussy of yours? To slip my fat cock inside you, stretching you out until you scream –”
"Roman-"
"Father," I hiss. "You say prayers in my name. Now recite yours while you cum all over your fingers."
She forces herself to try and say the prayer.
"Our father-"
"Your father," I moan. "Only yours, Eden."
"M-My father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name-"
"Good girl. Let me hear that dirty mouth finish.”
"Thy kingdom come; thy will be-"
Her moan of release echoes through the speaker, and I’m unable to hold mine off any longer. Biting my bottom lip, my own release sends cum jetting towards my lower stomach in violent spurts. I keep my hand wrapped around my length, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from my flesh. A warm, peaceful sensation courses through my body as I work to control my ragged breathing. I can hear Eden through the speaker still, the sounds coming out of her leading me to believe she’s experiencing something similar.
I grab a tissue from my nightstand, cleaning up my release, my cock still somewhat hard. I imagine it wouldn’t take much to get me going again.
"You were right," She whispers after a few moments. "Your suggestion did help ease the pain, Father. Sleep well.”
She ends the call abruptly. I stare down at the black screen on my phone, wondering if I should call her back. I wasn’t completely convinced that there wasn’t more she needed to talk about.
Before I can place my phone back on the nightstand, the screen lights up with a notification.
