2 ~ I’d Crawl Back For More II.

JOSEPH’s POV

Father Matteo pushed in slowly at first, the tip of his meaty dick breaching the ring of muscle with a pop that made me gasp—the stretch burning sharp and sweet, like fire spreading through my veins.

Inch after inch, he sank deeper, the thick shaft splitting me open, his veins dragging along my walls until he was fully immersed inside me, his balls pressed flush against me.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, holding still for a second to let me adjust.

But I didn't want him to be gentle—I rocked my hips, urging him on.

He took the hint, pulling...