Page 96 of Forgive Me Father

Roman’s eyes darken with a mix of surprise and intense arousal, his breath hitching as he watches me. The act is both a challenge and a declaration of power, a reminder that in this moment, I hold as much control as he does.

His hands grip my shoulders, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor himself as he watches me with a gaze that’s both reverent and possessive. The room seems to hold its breath as I use my hand to spread the spit along his length, the slickness making each movement more deliberate, more intense.

“Eden…” He breathes, his voice a low growl filled with both warning and approval, the tension between us crackling like a live wire.

Without breaking eye contact, I lower my head again, taking him back into my mouth, the slickness from the spit making each glide smooth and intense. Roman's grip on my shoulders tightens, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as I work himwith a deliberate rhythm, each movement a mix of devotion and defiance.

I feel his body tense beneath my touch, the control he usually holds over himself slipping away with every second that passes. His hand moves to the back of my head, guiding me as I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, wanting to draw every reaction from him that I can.

“Fuck, Eden…” Roman groans, his voice low and rough, filled with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. The sound of his voice and the way his body responds to me only urges me on. I pick up the pace, feeling the tension in him build to a breaking point.

His fingers tangle in my hair, his restraint hanging by a thread as he fights to keep from losing control completely. But I don’t let up. I want him to lose control, to surrender to the pleasure coursing through him, just as I have so many times before. Just as I feel him tensing beneath me, his breath hitching in that familiar way that signals he's close, Roman suddenly pulls back, his hands gripping my shoulders as he steps away. The sudden loss of him leaves me gasping. My lips part in surprise as I look up at him, confused and frustrated.

Roman’s eyes are dark, filled with a storm of emotions I can’t quite read. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regain control. His hands move to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, the air between us thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

“Why did you stop?” I whisper, my voice tinged with the desperation I can’t quite hide.

"Stand up," He snaps, grabbing my elbows and pressing me against the cold tile.

He tugs at my leggings, forcing them down, underwear and all, giving me little warning as he aligns his tip to my slick warmth.

"Trying to get me to cum in your mouth?" He questions next to my ear, nipping at its top.

Bending me over, Roman forces my elbows to support my weight on the metal railing before driving himself into me just seconds later.

Pressing my forehead against the cold wall, I bite back a vicious moan the moment he buries himself fully inside me. My body, slick from anticipation, welcomes each powerful thrust, the motion made effortless by how wet I am. His hand coils in my hair, and with each pull, he amplifies the sensation, sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

"Fuck-"

"You like that pain, don't you?" He questions, reading me like a book.

The air feels like it's being knocked out of my lungs with each of his thrusts.

"Y-Yes-" I gasp, his cock driving in harder. "Fuck, yes." I whimper, struggling to support my weight on shaking legs.

"Beg for my cum, Eden," He whispers, mercilessly pounding into me. "Beg for me to fucking cum-"

"Please," I whisper, ready to collapse. "Please fill my pussy with your-" I beg, tears clouding my eyes.

Reaching his hand in front of me, he rolls his fingers over my swollen clit.

"Only if you cum on my cock first," He whispers.

Biting down on my shirt to stifle the screams threatening to escape, I feel Roman’s fingers slowly rubbing over my clit, his touch deliberate and teasing even as he continues to drive into me. The warmth in my stomach builds, the sensation overwhelming as he brings me right to the edge.

“Fuck, Roman,” I hiss, letting out a gasping, silent moan. “I fucking love this,” I admit, feeling my climax surge. “I fucking love you—”

As if on cue, he releases my hair, his hand moving away from my clit as he grips my hips tightly, and I feel his release surge inside me. Both of us are left breathless, our bodies trembling as he quickly wipes away the evidence of our encounter before pulling my leggings back up.

The weight of what I’ve just said hits me like a ton of bricks. My head pressed against the wall. I’m too petrified to turn around and face him. Struggling to support myself, I lean heavily into the metal railing, the clarity of my post-orgasm haze settling in.

I just told Roman I loved him.

When I finally force my eyes open, I see, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Is he embarrassed?

"Why do you look so unsettled?" I ask, watching him fumble with his belt, his movements hesitant.