Page 16 of Forgive Me, Father

Eleven

Gabriel

The last of the Bible study group leaves, and Olivia and I see them out, watching as the heavy, wooden door swings closed behind the final person. They all think that Olivia’s staying behind to help me clean up.

She’s not.

I’ll clean up after I’ve made her come at least once, preferably multiple times.

I reach out and slide the lock into place, closing the church to the public.

We’re alone, the cavernous sanctuary still glowing with candles before us.

I turn, and I find Olivia standing several feet away, in the middle of the center aisle, fingers curling into the skirt of her dress.

The flickering candlelight paints her skin in a play of golden light and shadow, and I take several long strides towards her.

“Gabe,” she whispers, and I swear I can feel my heart swelling in my chest at the sound of it. “I need you.”

I need her, too, and I don’t hesitate. It takes less than a second for me to close the distance between us and crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hot and deep.

I slide my hands down to her ass and walk her down one of the pews, stopping when her back hits an ornate column.

She moans into my mouth as I caress her tongue with mine, my hand sliding up under her skirt.

I groan when I realize she’s completely bare under her dress, my fingers finding nothing but skin.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant against her mouth. “I’m glad I didn’t know you weren’t wearing panties under here earlier.

I wouldn’t have been able to control myself if I’d known that this sweet little cunt was right there, under this thin bit of fabric,” I say, sliding the skirt of her dress higher.

“The prettiest temptation. My only salvation.” I kiss her neck, nipping at her earlobe.

She whimpers and arches into me, her bare pussy rubbing against the ridge in my pants.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you,” she says, threading her hands into my hair as I kiss her neck and rub my covered cock against her. “I couldn’t stop marveling at the fact that you’re mine. At what you’re sacrificing for me.”

“It doesn’t feel like a sacrifice,” I say, lifting my head.

I kiss her again, gentler than before. “I know you’re worried I’ll regret this, but I already know I won’t.

You’re my future, angel. With you is where I’m meant to be.

I love you. I’ve loved you for a year now, and I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.

Being with you isn’t a sacrifice. It’s a gift.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to misbehave here. ”

She laughs, the sound warm and light as it echoes off the soaring walls. She tugs on my hair, pulling my mouth back to hers, sighing as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

“What were you thinking when you couldn’t stop staring at me?” I ask after several breathless moments.

She pulls back, her gray eyes dark and glittering. “That I want you to fuck me, right here in this church while I call you Father Thorne.” She leans in, kissing along my jaw. “That I love you, Daddy.”

I groan and nip at her lips. “Such a dirty, horny little thing.” I sigh and kiss her again. “I love you too, angel.” I set her down and take her hand, filthy plans unfolding in my mind as I remember what she said earlier in the church kitchen.

I lead her through the familiar shadows of the church, my plans formed. It’s amazing how something can look so familiar yet so foreign at the same time, and I know it’s because I don’t belong here anymore. This church used to be home, and I don’t regret the years I spent here.

But I have a new home now.

“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, stroking myself 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. Especially like 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 her mouth 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.