Page 24 of Forgive Me, Father

“It’s time for confession,” I say, forcing a sternness into my voice that makes Olivia giggle. She looks up at me, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief. She’s more than willing to play along, and holy fuck, is that hot. Thrilling.

I pull her into the confessional booth, both of us entering my side. The small space encloses us in shadowy dimness, the scent of wood and paper surrounding us. I sit down on the bench, the wood creaking under my weight.

“On your knees,” I say softly, and she bites her lip, nodding. When she’s in front of me, I slip my finger under her chin and tilt her face up to mine. “What do you call me in here, Olivia?”

She looks up at me, and even in the low lighting, I can see her cheeks go red. “Father Thorne,” she whispers, heat passing between us, electricity sparking in the air.

“Good girl,” I say, my voice low and rough. “Are you ready for your penance? Are you ready to ask forgiveness for being a dirty girl who doesn’t wear panties to church?”

She bites back a smile and nods. “Yes, Father Thorne. I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m so horny. I can’t help it.”

I stroke a hand over her hair. “Maybe this will help.” I undo my belt, unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out, strokingmyself once. “Suck my cock, angel. Suck me like the sweet, horny girl you are. Use your tongue and your lips, no teeth.”

She wraps her fingers around me and licks up the bead of precum at the tip of my cock without hesitation. It’s so fucking sexy seeing her on her knees for me in this confessional booth where I’ve thought about doing all kinds of filthy, depraved things to her.

Her breath is warm against my skin as she kisses all around my head, making my cock throb and my balls tingle. God, she’s so fucking pretty. Even like this.Especiallylike this. On her knees, ready to worship my cock like the good girl she is.

Her eyes flick up to meet mine as she licks over my head again, and I groan, wrapping her ponytail around my fist.

“That’s it, angel. Now take me in your mouth.”

She does, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. She sucks gently, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive underside I showed her. My hips jerk, and I groan as my hand tightens around her ponytail. “Your mouth is fucking perfect. You’re doing so well sucking Daddy’s cock for the first time.”

She whimpers, and I can see her rubbing her thighs together. She starts to move tentatively up and down my cock, sucking me a bit deeper as she looks up at me through those long lashes. Her mouth is hot and wet and one of the most incredible things I’ve ever felt. She makes up for any awkwardness with enthusiasm, moving faster, moaning, hips shifting as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks. I growl and can’t stop myself from thrusting a little into her mouth. “Yes,” I hiss out. “Such a good girl on your knees for me. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Can you take more?”

She pops off and strokes me, kissing my aching balls. “Yes, Father Thorne.” Fresh precum drips out of me at her words.

“Show me,” I growl, and she takes me back into her mouth, moaning around my cock as I start to move my hips, fucking hermouth gently, carefully, my fist tight around her ponytail. She looks up at me, her lips stretched obscenely around my dick, and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I say, hips moving faster, making her take more of me. She moans, the sound vibrating through me, making my balls pull up, making heat spark down my spine. “I can’t believe how well you’re taking me. Such a good girl, letting me fuck your mouth like this. My sweet, perfect, dirty little angel.”

She looks up at me, eyes watering as I thrust in and out of her sweet mouth, filth falling from my lips as easily as prayers used to. She moans as I fuck her mouth, using her ponytail to guide her up and down my wet cock. She drools around me, tears leaking from her eyes and she’s never looked more beautiful. She sucks me hard as I thrust and my balls tighten, cock throbbing in her mouth, and I know I’m going to come soon if I don’t stop. I’m too close, and I’m not nearly ready for this to be over yet. I can’t come until I’ve made her feel at least this good.

I tug her hair gently, pulling her mouth away from my dripping cock. She looks up at me from her knees, eyes wide and dazed, lips slightly swollen from the abuse they just took.

“Stand up,” I order softly, even though my voice is rough with desire. She does, her legs shaking slightly as she pushes up off the hard ground. Shit. I should’ve thought to bring a cushion or something. She stands between my spread legs, my glistening cock jutting out of my pants. “Are you wet after taking my cock in your mouth?”

She bites her lip, nodding. “Yes, Father Thorne.”

“Mmm. Let’s see.” I slip my hand under her dress, caressing my way up her thigh. I can feel the heat of her pussy before my hand gets there, and she sighs softly when I cup her, slowly spreading her lips apart with my fingers. I stroke up and down her slit, nice and slow.

She’s soaked. Slippery and drenched. My fingers are already covered in her just from the one teasing stroke. I rub a slow circle around her swollen clit, making her gasp and buck into my touch, and then I remove my hand, raising my fingers to my lips and sucking them clean. Her sweet, tangy taste explodes on my tongue, making my mouth water for more, and I groan.

“Tastes like heaven,” I say, and she giggles, flushing from her hairline to her collarbone. I pull her into my lap, needing to feel her against me.

She straddles me, her dress riding up her thighs, her bare pussy brushing against my cock. I claim her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, our tongues sliding together, our sighing breaths mingling in the small space.

“I want to make you come, Liv,” I say, pulling back to meet her gaze. “I want to lay you out on that altar and worship you the way you deserve.” She whimpers and writhes against me, the heat of her pussy making me want to push into her right here in the confessional.

Maybe next time.

“Would you like that, angel? Would you like Daddy to kiss your hot little cunt up on the altar?”

She lets out a shocked laugh as I bury my face in her neck, kissing and sucking. “You’re going to get struck by lightning,” she admonishes gently, but from the way she’s rubbing her pussy against my dick, I can tell she’s going to say yes.

“Worth it,” I say, grinning into her neck. “Anything to make you feel good. My filthy little miracle.” And then we’re kissing again, wrapped up in each other like teenagers in the backseat of a car. After several long moments, I break the kiss, tuck myself back into my pants, and lead her out of the confessional. I quirk my eyebrow at her, waiting, and she nods, blushing deeply. The way her fingers weave easily through mine feels natural. Right.As though this is exactly where our hands belong—intertwined. Connected.

Anticipation is thick in my blood as I lead her down the aisle of the silent church. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm blares, but here, in the sanctuary, we’re blissfully alone. As we walk down the aisle, hand in hand, I can’t help but think about watching Olivia walk down an aisle just like this one in a beautiful white dress while I wait by the altar to make her my wife. For most of my adult life, I assumed I’d never have a wife. That I’d never marry or have children. And now I can’t imagine the opposite. I can’t imagine not marrying Olivia. Not making a home, a family, a life with her. She’s been through so much in her short life. She deserves someone to love her and take care of her. She deserves every ounce of happiness I can give her.

We climb the steps and reach the altar, and I lift her up, setting her on the edge. She makes a soft sound of surprise as the cool stone meets the warm skin of her thighs. She looks like a debauched angel, her ponytail lopsided thanks to my grip, her mascara smeared thanks to the way I fucked her face. She’s flushed, breathing fast, legs slightly spread.

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