Page 13 of Forgive Me, Father

If this is a sin, maybe heaven is overrated.

His filthy words make me feel like I’m floating, like I’m coming undone, like I’m breaking apart, about to be rearranged into something new. I’m panting, moaning, hips bucking. He slides a second finger inside me, and I gasp at the burning pressure of being filled. It pinches and stings, but I’m so wet that his fingers slide in easily. I’m so stretched that all of my attention is on Gabe’s fingers.

Until he sucks my clit back into his mouth and polishes it with his tongue, anyway.

“Gabe,” I moan, my voice sounding completely foreign to my ears. “It’s too much. I can’t…I can’t…” My head moves back and forth on the pillow as sweat beads in my hairline.

“You can,” he growls. “Come all over my face, Liv. Let me taste how good I’m making you feel.”

His words push me over the edge, and I come, screaming his name, my body convulsing, my gushing pussy pulsing around his fingers. He groans, fingers still moving, tongue still licking as I come and come and come. He curls his fingers inside me and hits a spot that has me practically shooting off the bed, setting off an echo of my orgasm.

Holy. Shit.

I’ve made myself come before, but it’s never felt like that. That was earth shattering. Soul changing.

I’m still shaking, still trying to catch my breath as he kisses his way back up my body, his mouth glistening with me. Hecaptures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s dirty and erotic, and I never want it to end.

“I want to see you,” I whisper. “All of you.”

He kisses me again and then he nods, kicking off his jeans and boxers in record time. He kneels between my legs, and I sit up so that I can tentatively stroke my fingers over his cock. He shudders and closes his eyes as I explore him. He’s massive. Thick and long, with a gorgeously flared head. His balls look full and heavy, and I cup them gently. His skin is hot and surprisingly soft. Looking up at him, I curl my fingers around him and start to stroke, then slide my index finger over the bead of moisture leaking from his tip. His eyes are locked on where I’m touching him, his chest heaving. He shoves a hand through his hair, his jaw tight.

Gently, he moves my hand away. “I’ll make a fool of myself if you keep teasing me like that,” he grits out. “Tell me you’re mine, Liv.”

“I’m yours, Gabe.” My voice is shaking with emotion, with nerves, with excited anticipation. “Only ever yours.”

Six

Olivia

Gabe grips my thighs with his large hands, spreading me wide, and I feel fresh moisture trickle out of my pussy. He notches the head of his thick cock at my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath. Even though it’s just the head, it’s a lot. It’s so much more than the two fingers he had inside me earlier.

Gabe’s eyes meet mine, and I see the war raging inside him. No matter how much he wants this, wants me, he’s conflicted.

I reach up and cup his cheek. “I love you,” I say softly, and he turns and kisses my palm.

“I love you,” he says, his expression instantly calmer, more peaceful. And then he starts to push forward, the head of his cock stretching me, inch by agonizing inch.

It hurts.

I love it.

I want more. I want everything.

My nails dig into his thick biceps as he splits me in half. He pauses, letting out a shuddering breath. “Breathe, angel. Try to relax. I know it’s a lot. You’re doing so, so good.”

I take a deep breath and as I exhale, he sinks in deeper, claiming more of me. It burns as I stretch around him, my body struggling to accommodate him. But he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside me, his balls snug against my ass. He’s so deep inside me that I can feel him everywhere.

Gabriel Thorne owns me, fully and completely.

I’m so full I feel like I can barely breathe, but God, it feels so good, too. He’s so big inside me. So thick and hard. I’m impaled.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, holding still deep inside me, letting me stretch around him. “Look at you, taking all of me on the first try. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

His filthy praise sends a rush of heat through me, leaving me warm and tingling from my scalp to my toes. The burning is starting to subside, leaving hot, throbbing pleasure in its wake.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I reach up, brushing aside that wayward tendril. I don’t even know how many times my fingers have ached to do that, and now I’m doing it for the first time with his massive cock inside me as he takes my virginity.

I nod. “I’m okay. It burns, but it also feels good. I’m stretched so full. It’s intense, but in a good way.”

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