Page 20 of Forgive Me, Father

“Does that feel good, Daddy?” I want to make him feel good more than anything in the world right now. I’m fascinated by his responses, by the way his body reacts. I want to learn every inch of him. I want to memorize his body like a treasure map.

“So good, baby.” He groans, his hand tightening over mine. “So fucking perfect.” He reaches for the massage oil, flipping open the cap and drizzling some over the head of his cock. It glistens, slippery and shiny as the oil drips down his length. He guides my hand back to him, and this time, my fingers glide over him with ease. “That’s it, Liv,” he breathes, his hips moving in time with my strokes. “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

His words make my stomach tumble and pitch, and I stroke him with more confidence, tightening my grip and moving in faster, more fluid strokes. He groans, his head falling back, his eyes closed. The image is erotic, and one I want burned into my memory forever. I stare, rapt, the agonized pleasure playing out across his features spurring me on.

“Use your other hand, too,” he instructs gently between ragged breaths. “Cup my balls. Play with them.”

I do as he says, my free hand reaching down to cradle him. I roll his balls gently in my palm, watching him intently for his reaction. He groans again, his abs rippling, his cock jerking in my hand.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he grits out. “That feels so fucking good. You’re doing so well, angel. You’re a natural. You were made for me. We were made to make each other feel good.”

His praise washes over me, making me feel hot and tingly on the inside. I stroke him faster, my grip tight, my other hand gently massaging his balls. He’s panting now, his body tense, his cock swelling in my hand as I work him.

“I’m close, baby,” he groans. “So close. Don’t stop. Just like that. Yeah, good girl. Just like that.”

I keep stroking him, my eyes locked on his face. His mouth opens, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Fuck!” he growls, and then he starts to come, his cock pulsing in my hand, his hot cum spurting out, coating my fingers, dripping down onto his stomach.

I slow my strokes, milking him gently as he rides out his orgasm. When he finally stills, his body relaxed, his breathing even, I meet his eyes and bring my hand to my mouth, licking his cum from my fingers. He tastes salty and earthy with a hint of bitterness. I moan, and lick some more into my mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

He watches me lick his cum off my fingers, his eyes dark, his breathing no longer even. And then he’s kissing me, deep and hard. He groans when his tongue slides against mine, and I know it’s because he can taste himself there. With his mouth still fused to mine, he guides my cum-slicked fingers between my legs, and together, we rub his cum into my pussy.

It’s like he’s anointing me in the filthiest way possible. I don’t understand how something can feel depraved and holy at the same time, but this, with Gabe, does.

A half hour later, we’re lounging together in the enormous soaker tub, tendrils of steam curling in the air around us. Gabe’s chest is a warm, solid wall against my back, and as our legs slide together, his fingers trailing up and down my arm, I’m well aware that our time cocooned away together in this hotel suite is coming to an end.

I’m not ready to face reality, even though I know we have to.

Words bubble up in my throat. Words I don’t want to say but they spill out anyway.

“Are you sure you don’t have any regrets?” I whisper, my throat thick, my heart shaking.

He brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me there, his lips warm and soft.

“Not a single one.” His lips move up and down my neck, trailing soft, sweet kisses over my skin. “From the moment I first saw you, I was drawn to you. You walked into my church for a reason. I can’t help but feel that God put you in my path.”

My face crumples and I try to stifle my sob, but I can’t. It comes out as a choked sound, and I press my wet fist to my mouth.

I don’t deserve him. I’m unworthy.

“Liv?” he says softly, slipping his fingers under my chin and tilting my face towards his. He frowns when he sees my tears and turns me effortlessly in his lap so that I’m curled against his chest. “What’s wrong, angel? Talk to me.”

I meet his eyes, peering into their gorgeous blue depths. The water sloshes around us, bubbles clinging to our slick skin. My chest squeezes painfully, all of the unworthiness churning inside me making it hard to breathe.

“I’m sorry,” I manage. “For…selling myself. I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong, and I—“ I feel so tremendously guilty that I can’t think. My heart beats sluggishly.

He cups my face, his thumb pressing gently against my lips. “Don’t,” he says gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. You found yourself in an impossible situation and did what you thought was best. You didn’t know how I felt about you. But I’m glad that you told me so that I could be here to make things right. To help you and protect you.” He kisses me, so softly, so sweetly. “And now you’re mine. Not because I bought you, but because we belong to each other now.”

I blink, tears stinging my eyes and slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this.”

He tilts his head, stroking his hand up and down my back. “The first time I ever saw you, I thought you were an angel.You were sitting in a pew and the way the sunlight was shining through the stained-glass windows made you look ethereal. Lit from within. It was only after the sun went behind a cloud that I realized it wasn’t the sun making you look angelic. You just were.” He sighs, rubbing the ends of my hair between his fingers. “And then, as I got to know you, I fell deeper and deeper. You’re smart and sweet and kind. You’re funny and caring and have the biggest heart. You work hard and have managed to rise above the adversity you’ve faced. You’re incredible, Olivia. Amazing. You deserve to be treated like a queen. Worshipped like a goddess. And that’s what I intend to do. I’m so in love with you, Liv. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. And knowing that you love me too is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

“But…your faith. Your career. I don’t want you to regret this. To regret…me. Us.”

He cups my cheek, brushing away my tears with his thumb. He strokes my thigh under the water, a comforting touch that settles something deep inside me.

“You didn’t compromise my faith. I still believe in God. I still love God. That hasn’t changed. And while I still have my faith, you’ve brought me home to what’s real. To what matters, here on Earth.You’rewhat matters now. Not being a priest. I’ll happily give that up to be with you.”

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