Page 49 of Forgive Me, Father

He pulled out of my mouth and fell next to me on the bed.Still sitting on the edge of the bed, I tried to recollect myself, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.Tears clung to my lashes, and I blinked hard, trying to steady the pounding behind my ribcage and bring myself back to center.

The back of my throat hurt from his vigorous thrusts and not to mention the tension in my jaw.I rubbed it gently, working the tight muscles with slow, deliberate pressure.

He was fighting for breath just as I was, each inhale sharp and uneven.Then his fingers curled around the back of my neck, guiding me down until I rested against his chest.

He smelled divine.A blend of sweetness laced with musk and warm, woody undertones that wrapped around me.The robe still attached to his body.It felt soft on my skin.

My heart finally returned to its normal rhythm, and I have no idea how to feel about this.It was sexy, overwhelming, and yet traumatizing.

I kept my focus on his tattoos that covered his entire chest.The skull with the snake woven between the hollow eyes stood out among his crosses and wings, daggers and roses with thorny vines.Each one covered a scar or a bullet hole.

For some reason his cock was still erect, pointing towards the ceiling, and a slight fear crept into my core.

“Was that your first time giving someone head?”he asked softly.

I closed my eyes.“That obvious?”

“No, that good.You are a natural when it comes to my needs, I would love to know what you are going to do once we are back home.”

Why?What was back home?“Home as in Italy?”

He made a sound in the back of his throat that I took to mean yes.

I never thought about it like that.We have been here for almost a month.

He turned onto his side and faced me.The heat pulsing in my core refused to fade, a lingering ache that reminded me, I was his.His to command, his to touch, his to take.

His eyes stayed locked on mine, intense and unreadable, laced with something wild and primal.It should have scared me.Maybe it did.But more than anything, I wanted to understand it.

What did he see when he looked at me like that?And why did I want to be the only one he ever looked at that way?

His lips crushed into mine, and the kiss was passionate and rough.It burned, but in a way that felt right, deep yet satisfying.My thighs clenched and then his hand slipped underneath the covers and between my legs.

His fingers caressed the inside of my folds, and a moan slipped through the kiss.

He pushed me up and back against the bed.My legs opened as he played with my pussy.My eyes threatened to roll to the back of my head as he kept on stroking my nub.I opened wider for him and stretched myself as far as I could because if felt so fucking good.

“You like that, little runaway?”

I managed a nod, unable to speak past the tight clench of my jaw.I tried everything to hold on to the ache.He was playing faster now, and I grabbed the back of his head.My lips met his once more and I thrust my tongue into his mouth.It felt as if I had been kissing this man my entire life.It was that perfect.

The ache grew with a spread of warmth.My moans became rhythmic, and I thrusted my hips against his hand.

His fingers slipped into my opening, and he moved faster.The kiss broke as I whimpered.It was a great fucking feeling, but I needed more.I didn’t feel full with only his fingers inside me.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I couldn’t explain this feeling.It was bigger than me, stronger than my tiny frame, and at the same time I wanted more.I needed more.

“I want to come,” I breathed hard at him.

“Then come.Come hard,” he begged.

I wanted the release, but at the same time, it didn’t happen.

“Come!”he ordered, slapping my sex harshly, and finger fucked me again.My entire body just released as if it had waited for his command.The sloshing sound came first, then the ripple and the warmth, mixed with the ache.It tore a scream from my lips as Alfonso’s fingers pulled out my orgasm.My legs clenched around his hand and arm.

A tremble rippled through my entire body, and for a few quiet moments, neither of us moved, just breathing, trying to find ourselves again in the aftermath.

Laughter spilled from me uncontrollably, the sound mingling with Alfonso’s deep, sexy chuckle that brushed against my ears.My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and then his warm lips softly grazed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.“I love the way you come.”

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