Page 8 of Forgive Me, Father

Six

Olivia

Gabe grips my thighs with his large hands, spreading me wide, and I feel fresh moisture trickle out of my pussy.

He notches the head of his thick cock at my entrance, and I suck in a sharp breath.

Even though it’s just the head, it’s a lot.

It’s so much more than the two fingers he had inside me earlier.

Gabe’s eyes meet mine, and I see the war raging inside him. No matter how much he wants this, wants me, he’s conflicted.

I reach up and cup his cheek. “I love you,” I say softly, and he turns and kisses my palm.

“I love you,” he says, his expression instantly calmer, more peaceful. And then he starts to push forward, the head of his cock stretching me, inch by agonizing inch.

It hurts.

I love it.

I want more. I want everything.

My nails dig into his thick biceps as he splits me in half. He pauses, letting out a shuddering breath. “Breathe, angel. Try to relax. I know it’s a lot. You’re doing so, so good.”

I take a deep breath and as I exhale, he sinks in deeper, claiming more of me. It burns as I stretch around him, my body struggling to accommodate him. But he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside me, his balls snug against my ass. He’s so deep inside me that I can feel him everywhere.

Gabriel Thorne owns me, fully and completely.

I’m so full I feel like I can barely breathe, but God, it feels so good, too. He’s so big inside me. So thick and hard. I’m impaled.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, holding still deep inside me, letting me stretch around him. “Look at you, taking all of me on the first try. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

His filthy praise sends a rush of heat through me, leaving me warm and tingling from my scalp to my toes. The burning is starting to subside, leaving hot, throbbing pleasure in its wake.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I reach up, brushing aside that wayward tendril. I don’t even know how many times my fingers have ached to do that, and now I’m doing it for the first time with his massive cock inside me as he takes my virginity.

I nod. “I’m okay. It burns, but it also feels good. I’m stretched so full. It’s intense, but in a good way.”

“Good. I never want to hurt you, Liv.” He kisses me and starts to move, sliding in and out of me in a slow, steady rhythm, working himself deeper with every thrust. I claw at his arms, his back, hard enough that I’m probably leaving marks.

“That’s it. Leave scratches all down my back. Mark me up.”

So I do, my nails scoring his skin as I cling to him. He’s my anchor in this storm of new sensations, new pleasures, new feelings. He buries his face in my neck as he fucks me, the mattress creaking softly beneath us.

“That’s it, angel.” His voice sounds like he swallowed gravel. “You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl, letting your priest fuck this tight little pussy.”

I gasp, my back arching as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes sparks dance in the periphery of my vision.

He starts to move faster, his hips snapping against mine, so hard that he pushes the air out of my lungs with every thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, a primal, erotic symphony.

“Oh, God, Gabe,” I moan, clinging to him as he fucks me into the mattress.

I can feel every inch of him inside me, and it’s so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

He’s so big and I’m so stretched that I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he plunges in and out of me, over and over again. “Feels so good,” I manage to get out.

He groans and fucks me harder. “You’re so perfect, angel. So fucking beautiful. Wanted this for so long.” He shifts and changes the angle of his hips, somehow sliding even deeper. It’s like he’s rearranging me.

“Daddy,” I gasp out against his throat, the word escaping my lips before I can think. Gabe’s eyes go dark and hot, and he looks positively wrecked. He’s shaking against me, his control hanging by a thread.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice guttural.

“Daddy,” I moan, louder this time. “Please, Daddy.”

He growls, his thrusts turning feral as he fucks me harder, deeper.

He’s claiming me, owning me, and I’m helpless to do anything but take it.

To let him fill me over and over again as I gush around him.

He laces his fingers with mine and presses my hands above my head, holding me captive as he pounds into me, hard and rough.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, his voice ragged. “Your pussy is heaven on earth, Liv. So fucking sweet, giving me this gift. If I burn for this, it’s worth it. So fucking worth it.”

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I can feel another orgasm building, tension coiling low and hot in my stomach. He’s fucking me like he owns me, like I’m his, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I never thought I could have.

“Daddy,” I moan again, my voice high and breathy as pleasure spirals through me. “Please don’t stop,” I beg. “Please just fuck me forever.”

He lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as his thrusts start to become erratic, his control gone. “Never, angel. I’ll never stop. You’re mine now. All mine.” He fucks me harder, slamming into me. “Be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock. Show me how good it feels to be so full.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, my muscles tensing as everything inside me coils tight and then explodes in a kaleidoscope of sensation. I pulse and flutter around him, clamping down on his cock, and he lets out a wrecked-sounding groan.

“Olivia, God,” he cries out, and I feel him start to come, his cock pulsing as he fills me up. We didn’t use a condom, and I don’t care. I don’t want anything between us, ever. If I get pregnant, so be it.

We come and come, our moans and gasps filling the room.

The sheets are twisted and damp beneath us, especially where his cum is starting to leak out of my stuffed pussy.

Our skin is flushed and slick with sweat.

Gabe’s eyes meet mine and then he kisses me fiercely, his cock flexing inside me as his tongue claims my mouth.

He’s still coming, and I can feel every throb, every pulse of his release.

Another wave of pleasure washes over me at the feeling, making me squeeze him and writhe against him.

He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving. “Fuck, Liv,” he murmurs, his voice rough.

He pulls out of me slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine.

I wince slightly as he pulls out, the mix of pleasure and pain leaving me feeling raw.

I can feel his cum leaking out of me, leaving a warm, sticky trail.

Gabe’s gaze drops to my pussy, and he lowers himself between my legs, spreading me wide with his hands. “I need to see you,” he says, his voice thick with desperate concern. He inspects me gently, his fingers tracing the skin of my abused pussy. “I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him as he examines me. His touch is tender, almost reverent, as he spreads my lips and checks for any sign of injury.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and concern.

“You’re a bit red, and there’s a small amount of blood,” he says, his thumb brushing softly against my clit.

I gasp, my hips jerking at the contact. “But you’re not hurt.

” He inhales deeply, staring between my legs.

I must look like a swollen mess. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Liv. Every part of you, inside and out.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Gabe. I promise.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my clit. I shudder, my body already craving more. More, more, more. He groans against me, kissing my clit again.

“You taste like me,” he says, his tongue flicking out to lick my clit. “You taste like us.”

Well, isn’t that just filthy and delicious all at once?

“I need to take care of you,” he says, kissing my inner thigh. “I meant it when I said that you’re mine now. I’m going to spend the rest of my life taking care of you.”

My eyes prick with sudden, unexpected tears. “You mean that?”

He kisses my thigh again. “Every fucking word, angel.”

Rising from the bed, he scoops me into his arms as though I weigh nothing, then carries me into the luxurious bathroom and turns on the shower.

He sets me down on shaky legs and we kiss and kiss, slow and unhurried as steam starts to fill the room, and when the water’s hot, he guides me under the spray.

His hands glide over my skin, and I feel holy.

I feel worshipped. No one has ever touched me with such reverence, such devotion.

And the sight of Gabe standing in front of me in the shower, water dripping from his lashes, sliding down the chiseled planes of his torso…

yes, please . The hot water cascades down my body, but it’s his touch that has my skin heating, my breath catching in my throat.

He turns me to face the tiled shower wall, his large, perfect hands roaming over my back, my hips, my ass.

I can feel his cock, already hard again—or maybe still hard—pressing against me.

I push back into him, already needy and achy for him.

His hands slide around to my front, cupping my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they’re hard and aching.

I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.

He pinches and rolls my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my sore pussy.

But I don’t care that I’m sore. I want more. I need more.

Gabe’s mouth drops to my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. His hands slide down, over my stomach, to the juncture of my thighs. He cups me, his fingers sliding through my slick folds.

“So fucking wet, angel,” he growls, and I moan and arch into him. He circles my clit with a teasing stroke of his finger, my hips bucking against his hand. “So eager,” he rasps. “I love how responsive you are. How your body already knows who it belongs to.”