Page 17 of Forgive Me, Father

“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.

She’s perfection.

I drop to my knees before her, and I can’t help but think about all the times I’ve been on my knees in this church.

Yet none of those times have felt as holy, as sacred and beautiful as this moment, right here, right now.

I place my hands on her knees and spread her thighs wide, revealing her to me.

Her cute little cunt is pink and glistening, swollen with need, and the sight of it makes my mouth water and my cock throb almost painfully.

I place her legs over my shoulders as she puts her hands behind her, leaning back slightly as I spread her open for me.

She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelt.

“Look at you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “So wet and ready for me. This is exactly what I wanted, angel. To kiss your sweet little cunt right here on the altar.”

She whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, and I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Her muscles tremble beneath my mouth as I slowly kiss my way higher, taking my time, inhaling her scent, listening to her every stuttered breath.

I don’t know who I’m teasing more, her or me.

I can’t wait. I need the taste of her on my tongue like I need air.

I lick right up the center of her, groaning at her sweet taste.

She’s so wet, so perfectly responsive, and her hips buck as I circle her clit with my tongue.

I tease her entrance with the tip of my finger, rubbing all around it before gently, slowly pushing inside. She clenches around me in welcome.

“You taste so fucking good, Liv,” I growl against her.

One taste and I’ve become a man possessed.

“You taste like sin and salvation. Like debauched purity. I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping this pussy.

” I suck her clit into my mouth, polishing it with my tongue as I start to pump my finger in and out of her tight, wet heat.

She’s moaning now, hips writhing, legs twitching against my shoulders.

“Oh, God,” she moans, and I chuckle at the fact that while she’s looking up at the massive statue of Jesus on the cross, she’s talking to me. “Don’t stop. More. Give me more.”

I add a second finger, stretching her, feeling her pussy clench around me.

I fuck her slowly as I kiss all over her cunt, teasing with licks and sucks, building her up.

She starts to push into me, riding my tongue and fingers, and I groan against her.

I curl my fingers, stopping when I feel that small, rough spot I read about last night.

I’ve been doing research. I’m not the most experienced man, and I want to be good for her.

I rub that spot and she lets out a surprise gasp and then starts rocking into my touch.

“Yes! Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. It feels so good, Gabe, holy shit.” I keep stroking her while licking and sucking her clit, savoring the feel of it between my lips, against my tongue. She’s so close. I can feel it in the way she’s clenching around me, in the tautness of her muscles.

I eat her like a man starved, the way some people fall on tropical fruit, until their faces glisten with juice.

Pretty sure there are memes about that, and right now?

I’m that meme. My lips and tongue work her into a frenzy, my fingers still curled, still moving in and out.

The sounds of my mouth on her, wet and obscene, echo through the church.

It’s profane and I don’t give a shit. All I care about is making my girl come.

I fuck her with my fingers, stroking that spot inside her that makes her gasp and writhe. Her hips buck against my face, smearing her delicious juices all over my chin, my cheeks, my lips. I’m coated in her, and I fucking love it.

“Gabe,” she pants, her voice echoing. “I feel so good. I don’t…It’s too much, but I don’t want you to stop.”

I swirl my tongue around her clit. She’s so swollen that I can feel her throbbing against my lips. “I’ve got you, Liv. Let go. I’ve got you.”

She lets out a loud moan and then tenses, her thighs clamping down around my head.

And then she’s screaming my name, her body convulsing as she comes, hard.

She squirts, her release gushing out of her, drenching my face.

Drenching my collar. Some of it splashes onto the altar cloth, darkening the pristine white fabric.

I laugh, pulling back slightly, my face dripping with her. “Looks like I’ve been baptized,” I say, grinning up at her as I nip at her thigh. “Made new in the name of your sweet cunt.”

“Oh, God,” she groans, covering her face with her hands. Her cheeks are beet red. “I can’t believe I…I’m so embarrassed. Oh my God.”

I wipe my face as I stand, then tug her hands away, making her look at me. “Don’t be,” I say, my voice gentle but firm. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You coming like that, squirting all over me, all over the altar. Jesus Christ, Olivia, you’re incredible.”

She bites her lip, a small, almost shy smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” I growl, leaning in to kiss her deeply, letting her taste the sweetness of her juicy little pussy on my tongue.

“You’re fucking perfect, Olivia, inside and out.

” I pull my hard cock out, lining up with her dripping entrance, and I can feel the heat of her pussy on my skin.

She’s soaking wet, legs spread and ready for me.

I thrust deep in one long stroke, and she arches, gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clings to me.

There’s something erotic about the way we’re both still mostly clothed.

We couldn’t wait for an appropriate time and place to do this.

The urgency, the need, the lust was too much.

“You feel that?” I say, pressing my forehead to hers.

“That’s Daddy’s cock, deep inside you, in the middle of a church.

” My voice echoes through the empty sanctuary.

Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent moan as I fill her completely.

I pull back, then thrust again, harder, faster, my hips slapping against hers.

“Look at me while I fuck you. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to.”

“Gabe,” she moans, her eyes meeting mine, shining bright as I fuck her, slow and hard. “You. I’m yours, Daddy. Only yours. Only ever yours.”

My heart swells with joy, with possession, with love, and I kiss her as I thrust in and out of her drenched pussy.

So much about this should feel wrong—she’s seventeen years younger than me, I swore a vow of celibacy, we’re having sex in a fucking church—but it doesn’t.

Nothing about Olivia could ever feel wrong.

“That’s my girl. My good, sweet, dirty girl,” I praise, my cock driving into her over and over again.

The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin against skin, echoes through the church.

She’s so tight, so wet, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

I can feel every inch of her, every ridge and ripple as I fuck her, claim her, make her mine.

Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire, marking me as hers just as surely as I’m marking her as mine.

“You feel so fucking good, Liv,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside her. “Your pussy is heaven. My own personal fucking paradise.”

She moans, her hips moving in time with mine, her body meeting each of my thrusts with eager desperation. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Come for me, angel,” I say, my voice rough and raw. “Come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel you.”

She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes for a second time, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I fuck her through it, my cock pistoning in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm, making her scream my name again and again. It’s more beautiful than any hymn I’ve ever heard.

I’m close, so fucking close. My balls tighten, my cock swells, and I know I’m about to come. I want to fill her, to mark her, to claim her completely.

“Liv,” I groan, my voice a prayer and command all at once. “Liv, I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you up. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cum.”

She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice soft and sweet. “Come inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

And with a final thrust, I do. I come, my cock pulsing, my release filling her, marking her, claiming her. I roar her name, my body shaking, my cock throbbing as I empty myself into her.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies joined, my forehead pressed to hers, our hearts pounding in sync. Slowly, I pull out, my cock still hard, glistening with her juices and my cum. I look down at her, at her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her eyes shining with love and trust and desire.

“You’re mine, Liv,” I say, my voice soft but firm. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

It’s a vow I know I’ll never break.