Page 82 of For I Have Sinned

Dropping to my knees, I push the hem of her dress up until it meets her thighs and wait as Celine lifts for me to push it up the rest of the way.

“You’ve been bad, Celine.”

Her head bobs in agreement as my grasp on her legs tightens, because being in this position, seeing how wet she is, is making it harder to resist.

Taking a deep breath, I center myself and ask, “Do you have something you’d like to confess?”

“Yes, forgive me Father—” she shivers as my hands slide up her thighs—“for I have sinned.”

“Go on,” I demand, inching my hand closer to her bare pussy because of course she isn’t wearing underwear.

“I broke the promise I made to you,” she answers truthfully, keeping her word, so I allow my thumb to slowly circle her clit.

Her back arches at the touch, and her chest moves rapidly as she shuts her eyes.

“And what promise was that?”

She wets her lips, opening her eyes to meet my gaze. “I promised I wouldn’t use the phone again.”

I add more pressure to her clit, drawing out a small, strangled sound. “And what other promise did you break?”

“That I wouldn’t tell anyone about what we’ve been doing.”

I move my thumb faster as a reward for her answer. “Who did you tell about us?”

“My—my friends.”

“Your friends?” I ask, stopping my thumb to use my fingers to spread her open and flattening my tongue against her.

Fuck. She melts in my mouth, and it takes everything in me to pull myself away until she responds.

“Yes, but they won’t tell anyone.” I taste her again, groaning at how delicious she is.

Celine threads her fingers through my hair to keep me where I’m at, but I find her wrist and rip her hand away, backing my head up.

“No, no, no…” she begs. “Keep going, please. I’m sorry! I won’t touch you again.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes.” She nods.

“Prove it,” I order.

“What do you want me to do?” She sits up straight. “I’ll do anything.”

With her wrist still in my hand, I stand up and slowly undo my belt. I shove my pants down and take my cock out. Celine is practically salivating at the sight of precum leaking from the tip, and if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.

Bringing her forward, I wrap her hand around my length. “Stroke it.”

She begins moving her hand, so I remove mine and toss my head back with a low moan. Her hands are so smooth and feel like fucking magic as she works me. When I feel her tongue lap up the bead of precum, I snap my head forward.

“You want me in your mouth, little sin?”

“Please.”

“Just the tip. Keep your hand moving.”

Her perfect lips wrap around the head of my cock, and she starts sucking. The sensation is almost too much, but I don’t stop her. Instead, I position my hands at each side of her head to keep her from taking me any further.