Page 12 of Forgive Me, Father

“I’m thirty-eight. It’s been fourteen years since I was last with anyone.”

“Gabe,” I whisper. The weight of what we’re doing, of what he’s risking isn’t lost on me. I don’t see how we escape consequences for this, both in this world and the next. I’m shaking, not because I’m cold, but because of the sheer intensity of all of this. The dramatic emotional swing from thinking I was about to give my virginity to a stranger to finding out that Gabe bought me because he wants me for himself.

And I’m nervous. Uncertain. Even though I trust Gabe, this is all so new to me. It’s overwhelming.

His eyes go soft as he looks down at me. “It’s okay, Liv,” he says, and my heart flutters at the nickname. “We don’t have to doanything more than this. You don’t owe me anything. No matter what, the money is yours.”

I shake my head, my chest tight. “No, I want…I want this. I want to be with you. I’m sure. I’m just nervous because I’ve never…I mean, obviously you know that…” My face goes hot as I force myself to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

A soft smile pulls at his lips and he kisses me gently. “I could never be disappointed with you. I like that you’re a virgin. I like that you’ll only ever be mine.” I can hear forever in his words, and it makes my heart soar. Heat dances down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and nerves. I want to belong to Gabe. I want to be his, forever.

He leans down, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Do you know what I’ve fantasized about, angel?” he whispers, his voice like velvet against my skin. “I’ve thought about you in my bed a thousand times. About how I’d touch you, how I’d taste you. About how I’d claim every single inch of your gorgeous, perfect body.”

I suck in a shuddery breath, my heart frantic in my chest. I’m on fire. I’m melting. Dissolving. All that exists for me right now is this hotel room with Gabe whispering filthy things in my ear. I’m so wet that my tiny panties slide against me.

“I’ve fantasized about kissing you all over, marking you with my mouth.” His voice is rough and low. “I’d suck on these pretty little nipples until you begged me for more. I’d lick and kiss your untouched pussy until you come all over my face, again and again.”

I moan, my hips bucking in response to his words. His hard cock presses against me, and I writhe. I pant. I’ve never heard anyone talk like this before, never even imagined it. But hearing these words come out of Gabe’s mouth is hotter than anything I could’ve imagined.

“I’ve fantasized about fucking you, Liv. So many times, in so many different ways.” I can hear the desire in his voice, the unadulterated lust. “I’d fill you up completely, and I’d fuck you so deep that you’d feel me for days. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

Oh. My. God.

I feel like I can’t quite catch my breath. The picture he’s painting with his words is erotic and intense.

I want it. I want it all.

“Tell me you want those things too, and they’re yours,” he says roughly, and I nod.

“I want all of that, Gabe.”

He kisses me again, his fingers making quick work of the clasp on my bra. My heavy breasts spring free, and he palms them, kissing a path down my neck, across my collarbone and to my breasts. His eyes hold mine as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

I arch like I’ve been electrocuted. Hot, pulsing heat arrows straight down to my clit. He groans as he sucks, the vibrations pulsing through me.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, his voice gritty, and he moves to my other breast, sucking on my nipple. “Such a sweet girl. You’re delicious, just like I knew you would be.”

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I can feel myself getting wetter. My panties are soaked. I’m writhing beneath him, panting, as he kisses every inch of my skin like it’s sacred ground that he’s claiming for himself.

He trails kisses down my body, his mouth hot and open, tasting me, devouring me, marking me with nips and sucks. I shiver as he kisses my stomach, his big hands a brand on my hips. He looks up at me, that tendril I’m obsessed with falling across his forehead. His eyes are dark pools of lust.

“I can smell you, angel,” he says, nuzzling my stomach. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip. He slides lower, settling himself between my legs. He groans as he inhales deeply, and then he starts kissing between my legs, mouthing me through the thin, soaked fabric of my panties. I shriek and buck at the unexpected sensation. The friction of the wet lace against my clit makes me whimper and writhe, and the feeling of Gabe’s mouth is so much hotter and intense than I could’ve imagined.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls. His breath is hot against the wet fabric. “I need to get my mouth on you, Liv. Need to eat this sweet little pussy.”

He hooks his fingers into the stringed waistband of my panties and slowly slides them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m trembling, naked and exposed, but I feel safe with Gabe. Protected and cherished.

He settles himself between my legs again, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart. He looks at me, his eyes filled with hunger and something else. Something softer.

“You’re perfect, Liv. The most beautiful pink cunt blossoming just for me.” He licks a long stripe up the center of me, from my entrance to my clit.

I scream. My hands fist the soft sheets, and Gabe starts to feast on me. He licks and sucks, his tongue circling my clit. He kisses me all over, his lips and tongue working me into a frenzy. I spread my legs wider, wanting more. He sucks on my clit as he circles a finger around my entrance, not pushing in, just teasing, spreading my dripping wetness around.

“Such a good girl, letting me kiss your delicious little pussy like this,” he says, slurping on me like I’m on the most wonderful thing he’s ever tasted. He sucks on me as he slowly slides one finger inside me, and I gasp at the fullness. Oh, God. If that’s what one finger feels like, how am I going to take all of him? Hefelt a hell of a lot bigger than that when he was pressed against me. He groans as he starts to slowly work that finger in and out, lavishing my swollen clit with licks and sucks that have me chasing his mouth with my pussy.

“That’s it, angel,” he rasps. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”

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