El Padre Busca Adoradores Letra Novels & Stories

The word was a guttural crack. “It will never be enough,” I promised him, my climax coiling tight in my belly. “Not until you’re as ruined as I am. Not until your holy words are just groans against my skin.” I was close, so close, my hips rocking against my own hand. “I’m going to come, Father. I’m going to come right here in your confessional, thinking of your mouth on me instead of on the Eucharist. Absolve me of that.”

Liora smiled politely. “It is a pleasure to meet you sir,” “Adrian Black,” my father said, stretching his hands forward. “Liora Denverux,” “Are you Morina Denverux daughter?,”

She looked at him too and his face held an expression she couldn’t quite name. “Are you regretting this already?” Her voice came out small and shaky, more like she was pained they had actually done this. Father Adrian looked at her for a long moment before he lifted her face to reach his with one finger, his hands lingering on her jaw. “God forgive me,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “But I don’t know how to want you any less now. ”

It curved slightly upward, promising to hit places his son never could. “Like what you see, baby?” Adrian stroked himself slowly, spreading the precum over the head. “This is what a real man brings to the table. Gonna stretch this tight pussy so good you’ll never want anyone else.” He crawled over me, caging me in with his powerful body. The head of his cock nudged my slick entrance. “Beg for it.” My voice was wrecked. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Ruin me. I need your cock so bad—”

The day I learned that monsters are real. “Father! Father, I swear I won’t do it again. Please don’t leave me in the dark! Father, I beg you! I swear!” I begged repeatedly crying loudly for him to hear all my pleading. “Padre por favor. ¡Lo siento!” but he wouldn’t hear me.

You're the Father who put me down You do not see my shape and appearance You love me with all your heart It's never been like this world. You're the Father who taught me Through the stormy blue sky You make me fly like an eagle Overcoming all trials. You are my good Father Understand the language of teardrop You don't let me walk alone As you are my good Father. ~ You are my good father === !!! === Diandra POV

It was as if she could hear his father’s unspoken thoughts, as if she could bridge the gap between their worlds. Adam’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He turned back to his father, a small smile forming on his lips. “Dad, I’ve made a decision,” he began, his voice steady and resolute. “I’m leaving the mafia world behind. I’ve found hope in Mariah, and in the possibility of you waking up from this coma.” His father’s eyes, though unseeing, seemed to radiate an understanding of Adam’s words. It was as if his spirit was still present, locked within the confines of his motionless body. Adam continued, his voice growing stronger with each word.

All my files and research about this cloth are already in self-destruct mode if I do not log in for more than 24hours, so there is no worry for replication. In the end, always remember that I love you and will always watch over you, wherever I am. You have been a great and wonderful son. I only hope I have been an adequate enough father for you. Take care, and always believe in yourself. Love, Dad. PS: Destroy the cloth as soon as you receive this. It can be a danger to you.” Wiping the tears rolling down his face, Adi kissed the letter and put it in his pocket. He missed his father. Adi looked at Jacky, who was licking his feet and stroked his head.

I controlled my breathing and my posture not to get affected by him. "You asked for me, father!" I asked politely with a smile not looking at those grey eyes which are doing things to my body. " Yes, Ada. I want to introduce you to someone." Does my father want to introduce me to this grey-eyed Greek God? But why? Did he want us to get married? Maybe? Maybe not? Ugh, my brain is running again like a machine. Stop it, Ada! "Yes, Father?"

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.