Page 45 of Forgive Me Father

“Give me a reason to praise God, Father.”

Like a starved man, his lips latch onto my front. My fingers curl into his hair as he guides my hips, dragging my center over his length. I let out a moan of pleasure, needing more. He curses under his breath, moving his hands to my back and to the clasp of my bra.

"My turn to confess," I smile, running my lips along the edge of his jaw. "I lied. I wore this for you, hoping you’d touch me again.”

"You want me to touch you, Eden?" His words cascade through my body like a rockslide; the rough, gravely tone tearing me apart as they clamber down to rest between my legs.

“Yes, Father. Please.”

Roman stands, lifting me with him, his hands cupping my ass. I gasp, wrapping my legs tightly around his middle as he turns us around and lowers me to where he’d just been sitting. My legs loosen from around him as he kneels to the floor. Gently, he latches on to the backs of my knees, and drapes my legs over the chair’s armrests, leaving me in front of him, spread wide open.

"What are you-"

“Giving you a reason to renew your faith, Eden,” He whispers. “Feel free to praise God while I worship you.”

He lowers his head, pressing his lips to my inner thigh. The sensation of his warm lips on my skin is enough to ruin me. I lean my head back into the chair as his hands move to my underwear, feeling his fingers rub the dip between my folds over the fabric. With his free hand, he pulls my hips closer to him, his mouth still exploring my skin.

His kisses turn painful as he latches his teeth to me. I slam my mouth shut, biting my cheeks to try and muffle my moans. I look down to see his face hovering above my center, the warmth of his breath caressing me, adding to my already out-of-control desire for him. He watches his fingers as they slide over the material of my underwear, a look of hunger etched into his features.

"Roman-"

With a violent yank, he rips the lace underwear from my body.

"Keep saying my name," He whispers. "And don’t fucking stop until you cum.”

Plunging his fingers into me, I release the moan of pleasure I'd been holding back. He dips forward, and I watch as his mouth opens and his tongue begins to lap up the wetness between my folds. The evidence of my desire drips down onto the chair under me as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, feasting on me, devouring me.

I rock my hips against his face, already teetering on the edge of release.

He drags his tongue up once more and settles on the bundle of nerves, making me ache with the need to feel him deeper inside me. I tuck my lips between my teeth, praying to God that I last just a little longer so he can give me more.

And then he does the most delicious thing. He sucks.

An overwhelming burst of pin-pricking pleasure bubbles up into my stomach. The pain from the raw skin on my ass is gone. All I can feel is him, and he holds my clit in his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth, trapping me in a warm, wet vice. He lets out a groan that vibrates through to the very depths of my Godforsaken soul.

"Roman," I whisper, the stimulation hitting a tipping point, his fingers curling every so often, hitting the spot that makes me lose all sense of control.

"Roman," I moan, his mouth working harder, the wet sound of his tongue lapping at me, his fingers plunging in and out as I gush for him. All of it is my new addiction. It is too much and yet not enough.

A tight coil of warmth unravels inside me, and pleasure explodes through my core. My muscles spasm around his fingers and a growl of approval encourages me to rock against hismouth. He pulls his wicked fingers from me as I ride out the rest of my orgasm with his tongue. When I go to move away from him, he places a hand on my stomach to hold me in place.

"Roman, I can't take anymore-"

He swirls his tongue over my too-sensitive clit, shoving his mouth deeper into my flesh the more I try to resist.

My legs shake as another orgasm threatens to rip through me, the sensation almost painful.

"Roman!" I yell, trying to hold it together. "Please," I hiss. "Please, I can't take anymore-"

He slowly pulls his head away from my center, his chin glistening with my release. He rubs a thumb over his skin, collecting the wetness before placing it in his mouth and licking it clean.

I watch as Roman gets to his feet, the strain of his cock still there under his robe.

“Stand up.”

Not sure where this is going, I begin to stand, my legs shaking. Roman takes my arm, turning me so he can take back his seat.

“Time to repent, Angel.” He dips his chin, looking up at me through his long lashes. “Turn around and bend over.”