Sinful Sunday #3

Posted in response to the Sinful Sunday competition. This was the prompt:

They had both digressed from their path of virtue in a way that neither of them would have expected.

Growing up in a catholic boarding school, they had learned to suppress their urges. Stolen glances, sweaty hands, and frantic rubbing on crumpled sheets.

Now, ten years later, Leon finally had Tara where he wanted her: shoved over a dirty mattress, bound and on his cock. They were both covered in sweat and all he could hear was the slamming of their flesh and their gasps.

Putting all his force into the thrusts, he held on to her hair, drawing her even closer to his body.

This was it, this was what he needed. Shoving his hard dick into her wet folds, pounding into her. Getting them as far away from their past as he could.

As he grabbed her arse, he could feel her contract around him. She was coming. Hard. The little cross around his neck swung hard when he slammed into her with force.

‘Now. Take it now’ he gasped as he could feel the come draw up from his balls. And she did, held by his hand in her hair.

If only Mother Louisa knew...