Page 59 of Forgive Me, Father

My toes curled in my heels and I knew I was getting close.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“Do you want to come?”

I nodded.“Yes, please.”

“Don’t!”he said.

“Then stop touching me like that.”I panted heavily.

His lips curved upward.“Let me rephrase,” he said as his finger kept fucking me fast, “if you come, you will never experience my cock or finger again.”

“What?”I had to make sure I heard him correctly.

“Don’t come.”It was a warning.Was he fucking with me now?He didn’t stop; in fact, he watched me intently, hanging like some robe from a hook, finger-fucking me faster.

I tried to push against this feeling and not making a sound was equally hard as not coming.

I was going to come, and I grunted my restraint.

“Don’t come, Camilla.”

I hid my face in my arm.This was so hard.What the fuck was he doing?

I listened to my juices, the way his fingers caressed my passage, and he was moving faster and faster.

“I’m going to come,” I begged.

“No, you are not.You don’t come.I swear you will never feel my cock again if you come.”

I growled at him, and I could see the joy this caused him dancing in his green gaze.

“Fuck,” I spat as I couldn’t push the desire away anymore.It was driving me insane.I wanted to come, and I wanted to come hard.

“I can’t.I can’t do this anymore.”Tears were close and Alfonso’s fingers left my pussy.The loss almost made me topple over.I bulk like a bull trying my best to keep my orgasm at bay, but then he pushed himself inside of me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”I shrieked and he put his palm over my mouth, muffling more growls.I was going to come; I could not push this back any longer.

“Come, baby,” Alfonso ordered, and I released.My noises muffled in the palm of his hand as his grunts and growls caressed my ears.My toes curled from pure ecstasy soaring through my body.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and my orgasm felt never-ending.It was a fucking hard one but perfect and beautiful and intense.

Alfonso was still fucking me, I could tell the beast in him was enjoying ever last second of my pussy gripping his rock-hard cock.He unhooked my arms and I wrapped them around his neck as he pressed my back harder against the wall.

“What are you doing to me?”he demanded, staring into my eyes.

“Claiming what’s mine,” I replied.When he frowned in confusion, I smiled softly.“The stewardess was hitting on you.This is me showing her you belong to me.”

“Little runaway,” he says softly.“Are you jealous?”

“I don’t share either.”

Alfonso had stopped moving inside me.His hard cock still deep inside me as we spoke.

“You don’t ever have to.”He speared me, setting a brutal pace.“I belong to you.Only you.”

“Yes,” I moaned against the neck of his skin as I sucked and licked.“Mine.”