Page 15 of Forgive Me, Father

His hands glide over my skin, and I feel holy. I feel worshipped. No one has ever touched me with such reverence, such devotion. And the sight of Gabe standing in front of me in the shower, water dripping from his lashes, sliding down the chiseled planes of his torso…yes, please. The hot water cascades down my body, but it’s his touch that has my skin heating, my breath catching in my throat. He turns me to face the tiled shower wall, his large, perfect hands roaming over my back, my hips, my ass. I can feel his cock, already hard again—or maybe still hard—pressing against me. I push back into him, already needy and achy for him.

His hands slide around to my front, cupping my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they’re hard and aching. I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. He pinches and rolls my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my sore pussy. But I don’t care that I’m sore. I want more. I need more.

Gabe’s mouth drops to my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. His hands slide down, over my stomach, to the juncture of my thighs. He cups me, his fingers sliding through my slick folds.

“So fucking wet, angel,” he growls, and I moan and arch into him. He circles my clit with a teasing stroke of his finger, my hips bucking against his hand. “So eager,” he rasps. “I love how responsive you are. How your body already knows who it belongs to.”

His words make my stomach bottom out, and I grind against his hand, chasing the friction I need. He slowly sinks two thick fingers inside me, and I cry out, my body clenching around him.

“I can’t stop touching you, angel. God help me, I can’t stop,” he groans as he fucks me with his fingers, his palm griding against my clit. He bites at the soft flesh where my neck meets my shoulder.

“I don’t want you to stop, Daddy,” I say, and he growls against my skin. That word does something to both of us, something I don’t fully understand. I reach back and circle my fingers around his cock. He’s so hard, so thick I can barely get my fingers all the way around him. He groans, fucking my slippery fingers. “I want you inside me again,” I breathe, and he makes a tormented sound.

“I shouldn’t. You must be sore. I wasn’t gentle like I should’ve been.”

“I don’t care. I need you to fill me and stretch me and make me yours again. Daddy, please,” I moan, my voice high and desperate. “Please. I need you.”

He slips his hand from between my legs and spins me around with lightning speed, his hands gripping my ass as he lifts me. My back presses against the cold tiles and I wind myself around him, his cock brushing against my sore entrance.

“You have me, angel.” His eyes meet mine, and my heart stutters in my chest. “All of me. Body and soul.”

And then he lowers me onto his cock, filling me with one never-ending stroke. I sigh happily as he pushes inside me again, filling me, completing me. I cry out as he thrusts deep, my body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his hips slamming against mine, his thick cock driving in and out of me. The water streams over us, steam rising as our bodies move together. The air smells like soap and sex, and I never want to leave this shower.

Every thrust hits a spot deep inside me, one that has my toes curling and my back arching off the tile. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, but it’s not enough. I need more connection, so I kiss him. He groans and slides his tongue against mine as he fucks all sense out of me.

It’s raw and primal and pure perfection. He says that he can’t stop, but I don’t think I can, either. Getting fucked by my priest is my new drug.

He rolls his hips so the base of his cock rubs against my clit, and I know I’m going to come again. I can feel the familiar weight of my orgasm building in my stomach.

“You’re mine,” he grits out. “Mine.Mine.” He punctuates each claim with a hard thrust. “Only mine.”

“Daddy, I’m going to come!” I whine, and he fucks me harder, grinding into me. I explode, detonating in his arms and coming all over his thrusting cock. He growls and follows me over the edge, his cock throbbing inside me as he fills me with more cum. We cling to each other as the water patters around us, bodies shaking, hearts pounding.

He kisses me tenderly and then slowly pulls out of me. I hiss out a breath. I’m sore, but it’s the sudden emptiness that I hate. Being filled with Gabe’s cock feels right. Like it’s what I was made for. He kisses a trail down my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, sucking gently on each nipple, and then drops to his knees in front of me.

“Spread your legs so Daddy can clean up his good girl,” he says, and I think I come a little bit, right there. I whimper and nod, inching my feet apart. I spread my legs until I’m completely exposed to him. I feel swollen and tender. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs. “I’ll never get tired of seeing my cum dripping out of your used little cunt, angel.” He kisses my mound, and then spreads my lips wide with his fingers. “Look at that. So fucking beautiful. The prettiest mess.”

He reaches behind him and grabs the detachable shower head, then streams warm water over my sore pussy. I moan and slump back against the wall, not caring that the tiles are cold. I can’t hold myself up right now. He’s fucked all the strength out of me. I’m tingling all over, floating.

Gabe spreads me with his fingers as he washes every inch of me with the warm water. He’s meticulous, rinsing everything from my clit to my leaking entrance. And then he does it again, and again.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Liv. And so fucking delicious.” He looks up at me as he leans in, giving my clit a slow, teasing lick. I jolt, my hips bucking. I’m so sensitive. Too sensitive. But I don’t want him to stop. I’ll never want him to stop. He licks again, and when I whimper, he chuckles darkly. “So responsive. So sensitive.” He slips a finger inside me, pumping slowly as his thumb circles my clit. I moan, my head thunking against the tile. He’s being gentle, his touch feather-light, but it’s still sending waves of pleasure rocking through me.

I’m an addict. It’s official.

He leans in again, kissing my clit as he massages it at the same time. The dual sensations are intense and perfect and I sigh, going boneless. He licks me all over, following the path he’d taken with the shower head. He sucks on my clit and kisses me everywhere. He curls his finger inside me, hitting a spot that makes my entire body jerk. I scream, my body shaking as another orgasm rips through me. He holds me up, his strong arms wrapping around me as I unspool, coming completely undone.

When I finally come down from my high, I look down at him. He’s looking up at me, his gorgeous eyes filled with such tenderness and love that it makes my heart ache. It’s a physical hurt, right in the middle of my chest, and it feels as though it’s rearranging me. Changing my DNA.

I’m not the same person I was an hour ago.

He stands up, pulling me into his arms, dwarfing me in a way that makes me feel safe and whole. I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my stomach. But he just holds me, his hands stroking up and down my back as I tremble from sheerpleasure. The water patters against our skin as I curl into him, and he sighs with what sounds like bone-deep contentment.

After several long, luxurious moments, he shuts the shower off and wraps me up in a huge, fluffy towel and carries me back to the bed.

“I can walk,” I say, giggling softly.

“I know. I like holding you,” he admits with a grin that makes his dimples pop and butterflies explode in my stomach.

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