3 ~ Father Matteo— Please, Harder!

JOSEPH’s POV

Immediately, Father Matteo speared his tongue inside, the muscle thrust deep, fucking in and out of my hole with obscene wet sounds, his nose buried in my crack.

Saliva trickled down, mixing with my own arousal, and he added a finger, thick and insistent, scissoring me open while his tongue flicked the stretched edges.

I gripped the table’s leg, moaning into the wood, my cock leaking a steady drip onto the floor.

God, his mouth feels like sin wrapped in silk, I thought, the pleasure coiling tight, but he pulled away before I could tip over.

"Not yet," he growled, standing and...