Romans & histoires Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father

“I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.” Father Maxwell’s hands gripped the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. “Enough!” he snapped, breathing heavily. “You are young and confused. Go home to your grandmother. I will pray for you tonight.” He practically pushed me toward the door, but I could see the massive bulge straining against his cassock. He was fighting so hard it was almost cute. I turned at the door and gave him my best naughty smile. “Fine. I’ll go home… for now. But I’ll be back tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after t

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

, he said, his tone sounding final. “ No, I'm not”, I retorted, refusing to acknowledge that fact. “ Yes you are, of course you are. You can never have sex with someone you genuinely hate, never. Look, I had a stepfather who was so brutal to me and my siblings while we were growing up. Trust me, this dude was drop dead handsome, clean cut and clean shaven, but never will I ever, not even when I'm high, will I hug him, let alone have sex with him. you're just denying yourself of that pleasure to express your love for him”.

His voice was dripping with seduction, his brown eyes darkened as he leaned in closer. “Your dad is hitting on me too,” I blurted out, nearly choking on my waffle and he stopped. Good. This was good. “Don’t you think that it’s gross that father and son are hitting on the same woman?” I watched my words sink in. The lust on his face dimmed, and his face went blank for a few seconds, but to my dismay, it came back, stronger than ever. “I guess he sees your appeal too,” he said darkly, as he grabbed my face and held it in place. “You are a tough one, Enny. It makes getting you all the more interesting and even more so, now that my old man is in the mix.–”

His father who still has a little life in him slowly raises his fingers and touches Daniel's face. "My son." he mumbled and he is happy that Daniel called him father after a very long time. "You must not die because the people of Joseon needs you. I....I... Love you my...son." he added in a whisper. He was about speaking up again and his life failed him as he gave up a ghost. "Father! Father! please open up your eyes ..... I promise to love you from now on…. Please…" Daniel cried out. "Father!" he shrieked in a grieving heart as he wept.

"Now, go back to Silver Moon and bring me that girl. She is the next best thing that can appease my anger right now." "Your wish is my command, my liege." "I want it done yesterday! And I want her alive. So I can imagine she is the Montero girl as I crack her neck between my hands and squeeze the life out of her." I could hear the grin in Father’s voice and a bitter taste filled my throat. "I will make sure your pleasure is fulfilled, Your Highness. I won’t fail you again this time." I gritted my teeth and struck the pillar. I was more than pissed at this point. Now Father wanted to drag an innocent girl into this! What the hell was wrong with this man?!

Then she leaned in, her lips curving into a smug smile as she whispered in my ear: “Katherine, just look at my mother and Alpha—they’re perfect for each other. The only one worthy of Alpha is my mom, not you. If only Lena were dead, then Alpha could finally be my dad.”

“That’s a positive sign. You’re scared, but you want it too.” His words are cutting through me, and I feel torn, between my desire for him and the urgency to find my father. My voice trembles as I speak. “It’s wrong, Knox. Just tell me what I need to know about my father. I don’t need to sleep with you for that information.” There’s a long pause. He stands there, his eyes unreadable, before he speaks again, his voice softer but still firm. “I’m doing this because I want you. I’ve missed you, terribly. A quickie won’t hurt.”

Ava's Pov I was halfway to my room, shivering, with my hair matted to my face. I was shivering but it was nothing compared to the way my body felt like it was suddenly on fire. I could not bring myself to stop thinking about my father-in-law….and sexually too. “Are you still sulking?” Claire asked when I was hallways down the staircase. She was tapping her manicured nails against her phone screen. And of course, the little boy was with her, with his curly hair, and chubby cheeks. He clung to her skirt while sucking on a lollipop, I wished I could hate him, but he did nothing wrong.

"And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, now feel my seed flood your cunt like divine intervention." The words pushed me closer, my clit throbbing under his fingers as he rubbed it roughly. My legs trembled on his shoulders, my toes curling. "Fuck me harder, Father! Make me come on your holy cock!" He slapped my tit, the sting making me gasp. "And holy is his name, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, while I fuck this pussy raw." I came then, hard, my body convulsing, my pussy squeezing his cock tight.