Page 89 of Forgive Me Father

“Six,” He pushes, the sensation of him filling me sending chills down my spine.

Holy hell, how much of this can I take?

He pauses, moaning next to my ear, the sound coaxing me to spread my legs wider for him.

“You’re doing so good,” He praises, pushing farther. “Seven, eight—” He continues, and my stomach feels like he’s buried himself completely within me. “One more,” He whispers, myteeth sinking into the sheets. He makes one final thrust, his lower stomach pressing against my ass as he buries himself fully inside me.

“Do you feel how well your pretty pussy is taking my—”

An uncontrolled scream of pleasure escapes me. He pauses.

Fuck.

“I told you what would happen if you screamed, Eden,” He growls.

Hot wax drips down my spine, and I arch my back, hissing at the sharp, stinging sensation. Roman smacks my ass, and his hips thrust aggressively, driving into me so hard that the air is knocked from my chest. He winds my hair around his fist, forcing me upright as he grabs my wrists with his other hand, holding them behind my back. His cock pounds into me relentlessly, my legs on the verge of giving out.

Roman groans, my wetness dripping down my inner thighs, my voice reduced to breathy gasps. “Just like that, Eden. Take my cock like a good girl. This is what God desires, every sin, every surrender, give yourself to the pleasure He’s ordained for you.”

He releases my hair, and I slump forward, his hands still holding my wrists behind my back.

“Roman,” I moan, my voice filled with desperate need.

“Louder, let everyone hear it.”

“Fucking Roman,” I scream, the pleasure mounting as I feel him hit deeper inside me.

“Who’s fucking you, Eden?” He questions, the warmth in my stomach growing unbearable.

“You are,” I gasp, looking back at him, my hair sticking to my lipstick.

“And whose pretty pussy is going to be filled with my cum?” he groans, the twitch of his cock igniting something deep inside me.

“Mine,” I hiss. “Fucking mine—”

His release fills me, his hands clutching my hips as we both become a mess of inaudible moans. Roman continues to rock his hips, drawing out the sensation, until he slowly pulls out of me, letting me flip onto my back. His eyes devour the sight of me sprawled on his bed, his cum gently spilling from my center.

Roman runs a finger over my folds, marveling at his work before taking a seat on the bed. His hand moves to his still-hard cock.

“Roman—”

“You’re not done, beautiful. Come get in my lap and ride me,” He demands, his voice low and commanding.

I comply, dragging myself over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carefully guides me onto his lap, his cock sliding back inside me. His hands push my hips down, making me take all of him in one quick motion.

“Just like that, Angel,” He whispers, our foreheads pressed together. “Now keep rocking those hips—”

We’re both startled as my phone’s ringtone cuts through the air. I glance at the nightstand, seeing Zoey’s face on the screen. Roman reaches over and grabs the phone, keeping himself buried in me.

When I move to get off him, he forces me back down, placing the phone in my hand.

“Answer it,” He whispers. “And talk to her while you’re riding my cock.”

A million thoughts race through my mind, but I press the answer button and put the phone on speaker.

“H-Hello—” I stammer, trying to keep my voice steady as Roman rocks my hips for me. The restraint it takes to hold back my moan nearly drives me insane.

“Thank God, Eden. Aiden and I have been so worried. Fucking Luca vomited all over the lawn and was a sobbing mess. Where are you—”