Page 37 of The Love of Priest

"You can have me." The volume of her voice was low, and her statement came out as a whisper. Luckily for her, it didn't fall onto deaf ears.

Priest swiped his tongue over his lips, his hooded eyes searing into her now nervous and timid ones. He gripped her waist in his calloused hands, placing her beside him on the bed.

"Can I taste you, Gioia?" he asked as he now hovered over Britain.

Just like last time, his jewelry lightly brushed over Britain's smooth skin, causing her breathing to hitch. Staring into his eyes, she could see the genuine intent in them. He was sincere and took pride in that. He may not have trusted her yet, but Britain couldn't help but trust him with her body. She also wanted to keep him around.

Britain was giving herself away for all the wrong reasons, but her mind prevented her from seeing it. Priest could have any woman in the world on his arm, but he chose her. She had to do something to keep her place, or so she thought. She was afraid there would eventually be competition, and Britain hated competition. In her past situation, all she did was compete. It was embedded in her brain that competition was just a natural phase of any relationship, whether it was platonic or romantic. For Priest, she was willing to compete, no matter how much she despised the thought of another woman making him laugh the way she did, opening up the way she did, feeding his mind, body, and soul the way she thought she only knew how. Britain had just started a new cycle, and this time, it was for Priest Kanaz Justice.

Lying on her back, Britain locked eyes with Priest. To him, she was so gorgeous. It was a shame that small things in her appearance had the power to dictate negative self-projected thoughts. He thought every imperfection was perfection. Soon, he would get her to believe that as well.

Slowly, he slipped her shorts off, along with her panties. The cold air that circulated through the room brought a breeze to her core, causing Britain to bite down on her bottom lip gently. Priest kept his eyes locked into hers. The darkness within his orbs seemed to lighten, Britain noticed. Her heart once again fell at ease. Stimulating her body, Priest glided his padded fingertips gently from her inner thighs to her outer thighs. His touch at the portion of her body she usually turned her nose up at caused an immediate disconnect in eye contact. Priest noticed.

"Look at me, Britain," he ordered in a husky voice.

Britain felt obligated and compelled to do as she was told. Her eyes drifted from the ceiling and landed back onto Priest’s orbs.

"Listen, the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice," he asserted. With her bottom lip still bitten between her teeth, Britain nodded.

Priest diverted his attention from her eyes and onto her lower set of lips. They were waxed to perfection, leaving a smooth, lasting look. Craning his head down, Priest applied his lips onto her inner thighs. He wanted to make a point. For Britain to cherish her body, she had to have someone else do it first. Priest was willing to be that someone else. Her darkness wasn't a bother to Priest, and he wanted her to know that.

His trail of kisses left Britain panting slightly. Her eyes never left him. She watched as he stayed below her waistline cherishing what someone else had taken for granted. His kisses halted as soon as he got to Britain's wet core. He gazed into her eyes, this time giving her a warning eye more than anything.

"Don't fight it, alright? Just let me please you," he advised her in a smooth, deep voice. "Grab the sheets," Priest instructed her. Britain had never done this without it being a natural instinct whenever she couldn't take the pleasure she was receiving. Priest advising her to do so had her slightly concerned. He could potentially be the best she had ever had. Doing as Priest instructed, Britain clenched a handful of the sheets on either side of her, but she knew her grip would tighten as soon as Priest wet his face between her legs.

An intimidating chuckle slipped from Priest as he noticed the antsy look that etched her face. No longer keeping her waiting, Priest dove headfirst in her dripping pussy. His pace was slow and passionate, allowing his tastebuds to get acquainted with her slippery flesh, which he would soon consider his sanctuary of peace. His tongue circled the inner area of her pussy. His slurping seeped into Britain’s ears as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Buried so deep within her legs that were spread open like an exotic butterfly, Priest's tamed beard grew cached with her naturally sweet juices.

As expected, her grip on the sheets underneath her tightened. The palms of her hands grew red in her clutches. Priest was devouring her insides, and not only did she feel it, but she also heard it. His long and loud slurping collided in harmony with the unbearable feeling of his tongue lapping her pussy.

Priest took his time with Britain. To him, there was no rush. He tasted her sweetness, instantly growing addicted to her.

"Priest— fuck— I can't take—!" Britain attempted to formulate a proper sentence but failed to do so. Her panting and inability to squirm around due to Priest securing her in his hold prevented her from getting anything out. All she could do was surrender to him. Priest lifted his head from between her legs, searing his orbs into hers, which were glossed in tears she held back.

"What I tell you? Don't fucking fight it, Brit," he reminded her before he returned to feasting.

Britain's back arched as she forcefully pulled the sheets off the corner of her mattress.

"Fuck! Priest! Oh my God!" she shrilled as he hastily swirled his tongue over her swollen clit, occasionally halting to suck on it as if she was his lactating mother.

The tears Britain had desperately tried to keep back managed to cascade out of her eyes. Her salty tears blended with her sweat that seeped from her glands. Her make up became drippy, ruining the light enhancement she had put on her beauty for the night. Her black eyeliner smudged underneath her eyes, leaving her a teary-eyed mess. The foundation she had applied so flawlessly was now patched as wetness from her sweat and tears blotched it.

The tighter Priest secured his massive hands on her inner thighs, the better his tongue game got. Britain doubted that Priest left any cranny of her pussy unattended. He licked, slurped, and swirled his tongue everywhere.

Her moans ripped through her while growing louder and informing Priest that she was close. Britain felt her stomach tie into endless knots as she tried her best to contain herself. She had lost track and sense of time, so she wasn't sure how soon it was before she started cumming.

"Let that shit out, Britain," Priest grumbled, still nose deep in her folds putting in work.

"Priest!" Britain gasped as she burst into his mouth. Her thick and sweet juices dressed not only his tongue, but also his beard, leaving her natural fragrance slathered on him. Britain's body went limp. She no longer had it in her to combat him as she tried to push through the orgasm he shamelessly inflicted upon her body.

Britain’s eyes widened as she felt Priest hike her bottom half up so he could gain access to much more. Nasty thoughts webbed her racing mind. Priest was a nasty motherfucker. He got down in ways many men simply couldn't and wouldn't. His preferred caliber of woman was top of the line and untouchable. With his selectivity, he had no worries in his mind, especially for Britain.

Flipping her over so she was on her knees, Priest glided his hand down her spine, perfecting her deep arch so her stomach was lying flat on the bed while her ass was in the air. The perfect mesh of rough and gentle that Britain loved so much came into play as Priest struck a powerful smack to her right ass cheek. The stinging sensation was eased by the gentle caress of his palm over it afterward. Priest did the same to her left ass cheek, causing her to clench her eyes shut and wince in pain.

Her tears never stopped. They continued to spring from her eyes as he gave her all different types of sensual feelings at once. She was still fighting through her orgasm as he roughed her up. Before Britain could get a word out, she could feel Priest's saliva slather her rear end. His warm tongue soon made entrance into her ass hole, just as his two lengthy fingers plunged deep into the sticky folds of her throbbing pussy. Britain had never received this type of treatment before, and her inability to take what Priest was offering showed that.

These were things she fantasized about when she deprived herself of sex for a year. Priest hadn't even stroked her with his dick yet, and Britain didn't think she could last any longer. As Priest devoured her with his mouth once more, generating an intensifying amount of pleasure, he pumped his two fingers into her skillfully while his thumb rubbed against her clit. All the pleasure at once had Britain sobbing and pleading for mercy. Priest paid her no mind as he used his free hand to deepen her arch before burying her head deeper into the sheets.

Her sobs grew muffled at his ears as he felt Britain's hips buck. Within a second, Britain had managed to accumulate another orgasm on top of the previous one she still had yet to recover from. Cum spilled from her pussy, tricking down his fingers and along her legs. Britain turned over on her back, her legs vibrating mildly as she endured another overtaking orgasm.

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