Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father Novels & Stories

My father asked, "Feel good? Do you like it?" My breathing was out of control as I stared at my father. Mentally pleading with him not to do what I knew they were preparing me to do. I couldn't speak as my lower body rocked back with every plunge Frank made with his fingers. My body was rapidly responding to what was happening as I felt my pussy explode on Franks finger. I was staring directly into my father's eyes as I moaned, "AAAAHHHH...FFFFUUCCKK...DAD...MMMMMPPPPHHH...OOOHHH...FUCK," while my orgasm crippled me. I collapsed on my father's lap as Frank's fingers slid out of me. I laid face down, breathing uncontrollably as my father's dick rested against my cheek.

This was what I wanted: someone to hold me, tell me it was okay, that I am okay, that I don't need to prove myself any longer. That my father is nothing but a self-centered, narcissistic prick.My body felt calm, soothed. Like it was exactly where it was supposed to be. I'd never felt this close to anyone before—much less a man. I've never felt this seen. This understood. I know I'm not weak, but I've been through a lot and for some fucked up reason, I'm anticipating for ‘daddy’s’ approval.

An officer quickly typed on his phone and showed it to me. [Stall for time. We're tracing the call.] I forced down the rage boiling inside me. "Where did you hide Ginny, you disgusting bitch? If you so much as touch a single hair on her head, I swear! You can't run forever! Bring her back!" From the other end, I heard Ginny crying. "Daddy! Daddy! I want Daddy." My chest clenched violently. "Shanon!" I roared. "If you hurt her, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

My father’s energy from his cock began to flow and lit up my pussy inside. His current was of love and grace that he had for me. I wanted to say something profound to my father but all I could manage was, “Ohh! Yes, daddy, fuck me. This is your pussy now! You can have me anytime you want me.”

"Apologize properly. Kiss my balls and tell me how sorry you are." I leaned in, pressing soft kisses to his heavy sack, inhaling his musky scent. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I won't touch myself again without permission. Please forgive me. Please... I need you inside me." He groaned, his cock twitching above me. "Keep begging, Camila. Tell me exactly what you want." "I want your fat cock buried deep in my wet cunt," I begged, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Please, Daddy, fuck me. Ruin me for your father"

“I love you too, Lila. Fuck the world. Fuck your father. Fuck everyone who tried to keep us apart. This sin is ours, and I’ll never regret a single second of it.” The tenderness burned away into raw hunger. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up high, and slammed back into her from behind. The bed creaked violently as he railed her hard and fast, one hand fisted in her long dark hair, the other spanking her round ass until it glowed bright red. The wet, obscene slap of his hips against her flesh filled the room, mixed with her broken moans and his filthy growls. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he snarled, pounding deeper. “Taking every inch like the perfect little whore you are f

His voice was deep and commanding, exactly like thunder. “I should be the one asking you if you’ll cum inside.” Oh shit! The words slipped out in a whisper before I could stop them. I quickly pressed my lips together. Thank goodness neither of them heard me. I snapped out of my daze. “Oh sorry Ke—n,” I stammered, quickly correcting myself. “I mean, Uncle Ken.” My face turned pink as I hurried inside. My parents followed. This is the beginning of my unholy cravings and desires.

Seeing him completely shattered like this hurt in a way I didn’t expect. Damien walked over slowly and placed a hand on Kael’s shoulder. “Get up, son,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. Kael shook his head, still crying. “I don’t deserve to be called that anymore.” Damien pulled him up anyway and looked him in the eyes. “I was angry. I was hurt. What you did was unforgivable. But I also failed you as a father in many ways. I’m willing to forgive you, Kael. Not because you deserve it, but because I want peace. For all of us.”

His voice came through the screen, low and commanding. “That’s a small thing, child. But tell me everything. Have there been impure thoughts? Any desires that keep you awake at night? Be specific. God demands honesty for true absolution.” I bit my lip, pulse racing. My nipples had tightened against my bra just hearing him talk like that. “I… yes, Father. At night sometimes I can’t sleep. I touch myself thinking about… strong hands on me. Touching places they shouldn’t.” “Describe it,” he said, breathing heavier now.

I'd have said ‘I do’ and meant it, and spent forty years being grateful. ‘You're lucky,’ my mother would say. ‘Be grateful.’ I opened my contacts. I'd never saved the number. It was just ten digits, sitting under a message that said ‘Eat something today.’ I'd read them so many times I could have recited them backwards. He's his father. Kieran's father. Twice your age. He wants you because he took you once and men like him keep what they take. But he'd asked me why. He'd sat in my father's chair and asked me why and then he'd waited. Nobody had ever waited.