Taboo: Ties and Sins
This time Raffaele pushed three fingers inside her, stretching her, thrusting deep while his other hand squeezed one of her heavy breasts through the habit.
“Imagine my cock here,” he murmured, biting her earlobe. “Imagine it tearing you open while you hold the Bible. You’re going to cum thinking about that right now.”
Clara came crying, her body convulsing against the shelf, the old books shaking with the movement. Raffaele held her firmly, prolonging the orgasm until she was completely limp.
When it was over, he turned her to face him and kissed her mouth hungrily, his tongue invading, possessive.