Page 119 of Forgive Me Father


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“You see what you’ve done?” He groans. “I have Mass in twenty-three minutes.”

“What a pity,” I smirk, leaning against the wall. “You still haven’t helped me with my sinful thoughts.”

“Come here,” He commands, his voice edged with urgency. “I’ll give you a reason to be on your knees.”

I move closer, watching as he pulls up the hem of my robe, exposing my black dress underneath.

“Father Briar, what are you doing?” I ask, though my tone is more curious than concerned.

He meets my gaze with smoldering eyes filled with lust.

“Do you want to feel my touch?” He asks, his voice low and rough. I nod slowly. “Then ride me like the little slut you are.”

I tear off his robe and fumble with his pants, finally revealing his underwear. I pull down my thong, letting it fall around my ankles, giving him a clear view. Pulling down his underwear, I quickly straddle him, aligning myself with him. The choir’s music crescendos, masking the sounds of our encounter.

Roman guides me as I ride him, the choir’s loud chorus covering my moans. His hand clamps over my mouth as I continue moving, the rosary I had brought from my pocket wrapped around his neck. The pressure of the rosary makes him even more intense.

“God, look at you. Is this what you wanted? Your priest’s cock buried in your pretty little pussy?”

The door swings open suddenly, and we freeze, locked in our illicit act.

“Father, are you still here?” Comes Luca’s voice.

Roman’s grip tightens as he forces me down, his hand still over my mouth. The choir’s music hides the sounds of our bodies.

“Of course,” Roman says with restraint. “Take a seat.”

I meet Roman’s eyes, tightening around him as he tries to hide his groan.

“Father, I have so much to confess,” Luca continues, his voice laced with tension.

“Speak,” Roman snaps, his fingertips digging into my skin.

Leaning close, I whisper in his ear, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Roman’s eyes widen as I rip off the remainder of my robe and dress, revealing myself completely.

He devours the sight of me, his tongue tracing up my body, nipping at my nipples.

“I did something bad, Father,” Luca says. “I hurt someone I cared about deeply. I wanted her so badly, I did things I’d never normally do—”

“I’m yours, right Father?” I whisper. “Are you going to let him saythat?”

“I think you’re better off without her,” Roman grits out, covering my mouth as he thrusts into me.

The choir’s music and Roman’s loud voice drown out Luca’s words.

“See, that’s the thing. I want her—”

“You won’t have her,” Roman snaps, holding my hips tightly as I move. “You’ll never have her.”

I smile, taking off the rosary and kissing him passionately, biting his bottom lip until it bleeds.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” Luca challenges. “She’ll find a way to come back around—”

“No, she won’t,” Roman growls, his cock twitching inside me. “She’s not yours anymore. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

I squeeze his throat as I ride him, savoring the power I hold.