Page 38 of The Love of Priest

"Ride that shit out, Gioia," Priest encouraged before clenching the sides of Britain's face, opening her mouth. Sticking his cum lathered fingers into her mouth, he watched as Britain licked them clean. A proud and accomplished smirk danced upon Priest's face. Britain had finally met her match.

Priest began shedding his clothes. Although Britain's mind was telling her to tap out, her body was craving Priest's dick deep inside of her.

"Can I cum inside you, Britain?" Priest asked as he lowered his head to her ear.

Unable to throat anything out due to the breathtaking orgasm taking over her body, Britain simply nodded her head. Priest stuck the tip in, marveling at the wetness of her flesh gripping the skin of his dick. As Priest inched himself inside her pussy, her eyes clenched shut as she tried her best to bear with the feeling of his thick dick penetrating her tightness. She was speechless.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Priest panted into Britain's ear as he rocked his hips back and forth to a rhythmic tempo that had Britain in tears once more.

Mustering up enough strength, Britain placed her hand at the bottom of Priest's stomach as she pleaded for him to let up on her. Priest pushed her hand away, resuming the pace he was using prior to drill inside of her.

Britain's second instinct caused her to plant her hands on his bare back, clawing at it in an attempt to gain some leverage, but it was no use. Heat swirled the air as the thick humidity clogged the corners of the room. Sweat had now seeped from them both, glazing their bodies. The feeling of Britain's nails piercing his skin wasn't a painful one, and it fueled him to dig inside of her deeper and harder.

With her mouth agape, Britain throated back-to-back moans senselessly. She was sure she looked like a circus show with her make up all smeared, tears cascading down her face, and the uncontrollable love faces she was making as she laid on her back and let Priest have his way with her.

"Shit! I can't t-take it!" she gasped with her eyes clenched shut. "P-Priest! Please!" she implored him for mercy.

"Look at me, Gioia," Priest grumbled forcefully as he continued to stroke her slowly, making sure to cave into her deeply.

Britain cried out another moan as her eyes fluttered open. Her lashes were coated in tears that trailed down her round face. Just as Priest requested her to, Britain looked him in the eye. They were pleading; however, they weren't pleading enough. Priest was going to push her body’s limits. He felt like she was capable. Picking up his pace, his strokes became shorter yet rougher. Britain's breasts bounced at the impact of the pounding Priest was giving her body. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her chest rose up and down as her breath hitched continuously.

"Let that shit out. Cum for me, Brit," Priest ordered.

Surprisingly, all Britain's body needed was permission before she found herself jolting out a string of moans while her legs shook uncontrollably. Intensifying her peak of euphoria, Priest continued to pound into her until he found himself cumming inside of Britain. Pulling out of her, Priest marveled at Britain's creamy cum that lathered his dick. She had just made a long-lasting impression—he was satiated. Reaching down, he ran his hand over her throbbing pussy, but Britain managed to push him away. Chuckling at her lack of stamina to keep up with him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Gimme a few weeks, and you'll be keeping up," he assured her tauntingly as he got out of bed. He wrapped her tired body in his arms and made his way to the bathroom. Britain laid her head on his chest. He managed to clean both of them up from the rough sex they just had. Priest found Britain's little helpless act amusing. She barely uttered a word and had him carrying her about. He had finally gotten her to shut up, but Britain was just trying to process what her body had just endured.

"So, you gonna tell me where you learned how to do all that?" Britain raised a brow as she motioned to her bed, alluding to the sex they just had.

Priest chuckled before shrugging slightly. "I was broke for a long time. Let's just say it's true when females say broke niggas lay the best pipe," he admitted, causing both of them to laugh loudly. "I'm deadass, though. Fucking a shorty I knew I couldn't maintain with my finances back then built my self-esteem a little bit, especially when I ain't have shit." Priest chuckled as he reminisced on his past mentality. Growing up, he had been reckless, and he was grateful he was able to shake his careless behavior before he got hit with something he couldn't handle.

"Wow, I've officially heard it all." Britain laughed as she stripped the bed of the sweat and fluid-soiled sheets. Noticing her small frame struggling to carry the heavy duvet along with the multiple sheets that dressed the bed, Priest stepped in and helped. He assisted her with loading the wash before they both got ready to exit the apartment. Needless to say, they both knew they had to endure a quick trip to the pharmacy.

Britain was far from ready to have kids, and so was Priest. They hadn't reached that point of selflessness yet to bring kids into the world. On top of that, their sudden sex escapade clearly wasn't thought through. They had both gotten a little carried away, and they made mental notes to try not to allow any more slip ups to happen.

Priest assisted Britain into his Bentayga. She was pretty familiar with his Porsche, so the change of vehicle left her in awe. Priest got in right after her, backing out of the parking space and heading to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. Music quietly played in the car. A comfortable silence graced them as their hands remained fused together while he used the other to steer the vehicle.

"Come to the Hamptons with me," Priest offered as he stopped at a red light. Since he couldn't go on a typical vacation out of the country, he decided to go to the next best place in his jurisdiction.

He knew the Hamptons would give him just as much of a relaxed vibe as the Bahamas. Although he would have preferred the Bahamas way more, he had to deal with his circumstances. "The Hamptons? That place actually exists?" Britain twisted her face up in question.

Priest chuckled at Britain's lack of awareness. "Yeah, it does. I have my estate out there. Four days, just to relax and enjoy the air."

Britain faced him, a light smile on her face. "I would love that," she confirmed.

Priest smirked as he caressed her hand in his. "You'll enjoy it," he assured her.

The rest of the drive to the pharmacy, he and Britain discussed what the Hamptons had to offer. Britain always enjoyed the water, so when he informed her that he had a beach house along with a pool, she was overjoyed. They were set to leave in two days after Priest held his event for the community, which he also invited Britain to.

Once they arrived at the pharmacy, Priest assisted Britain out of the vehicle and held her hand as they entered. Britain led the way to the counter. Priest, who had never really made the mistake of having unprotected sex, found their stand at the pharmacy counter a bit awkward, but he wasn't going to let her endure the little side stares by herself. With his left arm wrapped around her waist, he used the other to scroll through his phone, as did she.

“Next in line,” the pharmacist called out, drawing their attention. Britain shuffled to the counter with Priest in tow right behind her.

"Emergency contraceptive," Britain requested as she smiled sheepishly.

The woman behind the counter gave her a warm smile before nodding. Priest craned down to Britain's ear where he let out a laugh, finding it all too amusing. Britain tried her best to stifle her laughter but failed a bit, and she quickly cupped her hand over her mouth. He paid for the pill, along with a package of condoms, which caused Britain to laugh once again.

"The Hamptons will be interesting. I want you to enjoy yourself and life." Priest applied a kiss on the crook of Britain's neck.

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