Page 160 of The Love of Priest

Priest grabbed Britain by her sides, placing her on the bed. He hovered over her naked body, stripping himself of his fresh tee. Britain gazed at him through her soft eyes, her heart filled with love and appreciation for him.

She felt his erect dick brush against her center, causing a light moan to escape her. A smooth chuckle rolled out of Priest as he gripped her wrists, locking her hands above her head.

Priest freed himself from his sweats, his member standing at attention from the sight of Britain alone. "Slow and deep?" Priest’s brow rose as he questioned how Britain preferred it at the moment.

Anticipation flashed Britain’s orbs as she nodded her head slowly, confirming with Priest. He lowered his head, and Priest’s lips graced her smooth skin with delicate kisses that trailed from her lips down to her chest. Every so often, he would sink his teeth into her skin, causing an aroused moan to slip from between Britain’s lips. He gave her the perfect balance of pain and pleasure as he teased her wet, slippery pussy with the tip of his dick.

He slowly inched himself into Britain. Her breathing hiked, and her mouth hung agape.Feeling him deep inside her walls caused her stomach to tie in knots as she gritted out various curse words.

He hovered over her, his dark orbs never leaving hers as his dick glided out of her slowly before returning deep inside of her pussy at the same steady pace.He lowered his head, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was feverish, sloppy and passionate. He continued pushing further into her with slow deep strokes, taking her breath away each and every time.

As Priest continued to fuck her, Britain tried desperately to free her hands from his grip but failed miserably. He kept a tight grip, keeping her hands above her head to prevent her from pushing him away. He nestled his head into the crook of her neck, moaning close to her ear as he rocked his hips into hers. With every stroke, he hit her spot, causing her back to arch from the sheets with whimpers flowing from her.

"Priest, please!" she clamored out to him, pleading for her hands to be set free so she could gain some sort of leverage. At this point, the pleasure had become unbearable. He was hitting every spot and dominating her body. Britain definitely didn't expect Priest to fuck her in this manner. After what she pulled the night before, she expected Priest to handle her roughly and dick her down with aggression. However, the way he was putting it down now felt much better.

She felt every inch of him. Hearing his breathing hitch and grow hollow as her warm, wet walls clenched around his thick and veiny shaft made Britain’s heart race. Priest kept his word. His pace remained mild, and his delivery remained consistent. They were making love.

After the events of the previous night, they were revealing all their emotions and the layers of their hearts to one another. This was more than just getting off; this was mental. The way they kept eye contact was different. The way they kissed passionately, igniting sparks within each other, was different. The way Priest's body felt against hers was just different. They were locked in.

Britain's moans filled the room, growing louder as her toes curled in intense euphoria. Tears clogged her eyes as a high-pitched cry escaped her as she felt the pressure build up in her stomach. Before she knew it, she found her cum oozing all over Priest's dick.

Breathlessly, she laid underneath him, listening to his panting.

He wasn't finished.

Priest finally decided to let go of Britain's hands. Instinctively, she lowered them, gripping at the sheets on either side of her as her orgasm rushed her body. "Oh my God!" she cried out pleadingly, unable to control the shaking of her legs.

"He can't save you," Priest smugly grunted as he retracted his dick, which was lathered in her creamy cum.

Now that he had given her what she wanted, all bets were off, and he was ready to push her limits. He didn't allow her to savor the feeling of her cum leaking out of her as her body fell limp like a feather. Instead, he grabbed her up roughly, turning her over on her stomach.

His knees sank into the plush mattress as he positioned her with her arms locked behind her back and her round ass up in the air. Soft cries crept out of Britain as she mentally prepared herself for him. He was going to take his stress out on her pussy, and although she was whimpering and pleading for a break, she secretly couldn't wait. She was wet and anticipating some rough loving that only Priest could give to her.

He knew what turned her on, from when to smack her ass down to when to speak to her crudely. She loved and enjoyed every second of it.

Arching her back, Britain waited for Priest to plow into her. He plunged himself deep inside of her, their skin colliding loudly. Tears dripped from her eyes as she buried her head deep into the sheets. Ear piercing moans escaped her back-to-back, leaving her breathless.

Priest disregarded all her pleas as he continued with his rough strokes. His body clashed into hers, prompting the headboard of her bed to bang against the wall repeatedly.

His dick glided in and out of her, lathered in her glistening natural juices that splattered against Priest's midriff from the force of his strokes as he pounded her from behind.

Britain could feel her arch growing weak and beginning to falter while her legs trembled, in desperate need of a break to regain her stability.Priest sent a powerful smack to her ass. His handprint was left behind, along with a stinging sensation that rushed through her body. This induced full-blown tears from Britain's feline-like eyes. Her vision grew blurry as tears filled her eyes.

"Fuck!" Britain called out breathlessly as she combatted Priest's deep stroking by throwing her ass back at him.

Doing this evoked a few moans out of Priest, which was enough to motivate her to hang in there longer than he predicted. She continued to throw her ass back on him, almost knocking him off his square. To please her man, Britain spread her legs wider while her arch deepened to press her stomach flat on the bed while her ass was tooted high in the air.

Maneuvering his hand to Britain's lips, he forced his thumb into her mouth, and Britain sucked on it slowly, derailing him from what he wanted to do. "I fucking love you," he grunted absentmindedly, overcome with emotions and in a trance induced by Britain matching his energy with how nasty and eager she was.

"I love you too, P," she professed through her choppy breathing.

Sweat dripped from the glands of their skin as Priest remained behind her, giving her some good dick. With his thumb out of her mouth, he spread her ass and slid it into her asshole. There was a brief halt from Britain as she gasped. Her tears sprang from her orbs profusely as she cried out in pleasure. Priest just knew how to make her body melt and work her in ways that even she didn't believe she could be worked. He touched her in every sacred place and cherished it all.

Priest could feel himself coming to his peak. He slipped his thumb out of her rear, his hand traveling down to her throbbing pussy. Rubbing his index and middle fingers over her swollen clit, he drove Britain insane as he gave her long, rough strokes deep in her stomach.

Pulling out of her, Priest stained her sheets with his thick cum as he howled out a moan of pleasure. Now tired from all the work he had put in, he came crashing down beside her, panting heavily.

"We good?" he asked her as she laid on her stomach trying to catch her breathing from the way he had just fucked her.

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