Page 12 of Forgive Me, Father

“What’s that?” I ask, glancing at the bottle over my shoulder.

“Massage oil,” he says, flipping open the cap. “Need to take care of my girl.”

He drizzles the oil onto my back, then tosses the bottle onto the bed beside me.

His hands follow the slippery trail, smoothing it over my skin.

I moan softly, the feeling of Gabe’s hands on me pure bliss.

He works his way down my body, massaging my shoulders, my lower back, my ass, the backs of my thighs.

Every single sweep of his hands over my body has me melting into the mattress as a hot pulse gathers between my legs.

My hips shift restlessly as he works his fingers against the tense muscles of my thighs.

“Spread your legs for Daddy, angel,” he says, his voice hoarse.

He shifts, and I can feel his hard cock brush against me.

I do as he says immediately, eager and horny.

Completely shameless. I spread my legs as wide as I possibly can, shivering as the air hits my hot, wet pussy.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I sigh happily.

“I love being your good girl,” I say quietly, and he strokes a hand over my ass.

“Of course you do,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Because you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.

” He grabs the bottle and drizzles more oil onto his hands, warming it up before he touches me.

And then his hands are on me, massaging my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against the outer lips of my pussy.

I gasp, hips jerking and writhing as his fingers move closer and closer to where I want them most.

He takes his time as he massages my inner thighs, his touch both teasing and soothing.

He spreads my pussy lips apart, and I can feel his gaze on me as he slowly, slowly rubs his fingers over me.

I moan, my hands gripping the pillow as I try to spread my legs even wider.

He slides his fingers up and down my slit, circling close to my clit, but not touching it, leaving me aching and waiting.

It’s torture. It’s bliss. It’s heaven and hell at the same time.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, angel,” he says softly, his slick fingers still teasing.

“So pink and lovely. It deserves to be worshipped.” I gasp and moan as he finally touches my clit, circling with the perfect amount of pressure.

“This pretty little bud, so sensitive, so eager for Daddy’s fingers.

” He rubs it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I moan loudly, my hips jerking involuntarily.

“And these lips,” he says, his voice rough around the edges.

His fingers slide over the outer lips of my pussy, massaging gently.

“So soft, so puffy. Just begging to be kissed, to be sucked.” He works them between his slippery fingers, spreading me even more.

I’m completely on display for him, and it’s making me drip, making my clit throb, making heat swirl low in my belly.

He slides his fingers over me, spreading my wetness around.

“You’re so wet, angel,” he rasps. “Your pussy is weeping for me. Even now, when you’re sore and used up, you’re ready to be filled. Ready to be fucked. Ready for whatever Daddy wants, because you’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Gabe,” I gasp out, chasing his fingers with my pussy. He gently circles my sore, abused entrance. I moan again, trying to hump his hand.

“But I know you’re sore, and I never want to hurt you. My sweet baby girl is sore from getting fucked, from taking Daddy’s cock not once, but twice.” He massages around my entrance but doesn’t dip his fingers inside. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I whimper, hips moving restlessly. “Daddy,” I moan, and he groans in response.

“I shouldn’t love that so fucking much,” he says roughly.

“But I do. I really, really do.” He circles my clit again, and the pillow muffles my moan.

“Because I’m the one who’s meant to take care of you.

You’re mine. Mine to love. Mine to fuck.

Mine, in every single way.” He plays with my clit, stroking it.

“Such a hard, swollen little clit. Feels so good when I rub it like this, doesn’t it?

” he asks, taking my clit between his thumb and index finger and stroking it, up and down.

“Gabe,” I moan, my voice sounding ragged and foreign.

I’m lifting my hips off the bed now, chasing his touch.

His fingers slide over me, rubbing my clit, my lips, around my sore, used hole.

I’m so swollen and sensitive that it almost hurts, but it’s a sweet kind of pain.

It makes me want more. Every touch sends tingling electricity shooting through me.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks. I can feel his hard cock brushing against my thigh. I can feel him dripping onto me.

“Yes,” I breathe, my hands fisting the pillow so tightly I might rip it. He circles my entrance with the tips of his fingers, spreading the dripping wetness he finds there. He returns to my clit, rubbing and circling, working me into a frenzy.

“You’re soaking my hand, angel,” he groans. “Your used little hole is so wet.” He carefully pushes one finger inside me, then slowly pulls back out, swirling my juices over my clit.

I moan loudly into the pillow, my muscles tight and burning as my orgasm rushes at me. I’m so close to the edge. I’m hanging on by my fingertips. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit. “Please, Daddy,” I beg in a shaky voice.

“Please, what?”

“Please, make me come. I need to come.”