Page 47 of The Love of Priest

She laid her head back, not wanting to face the devilish look Priest had embedded in his eyes. He knew what he was capable of when it came to Britain's body, and he took full advantage of that. He liked seeing her squirm, hearing her call out his name, and watching the beautiful love faces she made.

Britain's breathing hitched as she felt the cold air from the vents breeze through the dark nude lace thong she was wearing and tickle her pussy. Priest’s hand trailed down her inner left thigh, his thumb gently gracing the sides of her pussy. Britain bit down on her bottom lip, preparing herself for the feeling Priest was about to bestow upon her.

Britain lifted herself a bit, allowing Priest to slide her thong off her bottom half. She now laid in the seat bare, her pussy lubricated with anticipation. "I wanna hear you, Gioia. Understand?" He gave orders that made Britain feel compelled to obey.

Priest feathered his hand over her wet folds, causing Britain to readjust herself slightly. Teasing her, he glided his middle finger up and down her slits, causing her to anticipate him penetrating her. A moan quivered out of Britain as she felt Priest slowly insert his finger into the wetness of her folds.

His technique was precise. He stroked his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, curving them upward, precisely hitting her spot every time. His ability to do so while driving on the interstate at 85 miles per hour baffled Britain.

"Oh, fuck! Priest!" She threw her head back in endless euphoria, calling out his name just like he requested of her.

"You're so wet, Gioia," he throated out in his husky, deep baritone voice while shifting his orbs from the road to Britain. Britain panted, unable to find leeway to catch her breath. He began stimulating her throbbing clit while motioning in and out of her. A small arch formed in Britain's back as her eyes clenched shut.

"Priest! You always fucking do this to m-me!" she whimpered, imploring him to show her some type of mercy. As much as Britain wanted to cry, she built a dam, restricting her tears from cascading down her flawless, airbrush-like make up.

Priest let out an amused and egotistical chuckle. When he glanced over at Britain, her body seemed to be building up in overwhelming pleasure. "Play with your clit for me," Priest ordered her as his eyes drifted back onto the road.

Britain did as she was told, sliding her left hand down and positioning it above Priest's which was still stroking in and out of her wetness. Britain slowly feathered her fingers over her clit before matching Priest's pace. The attention she was giving her clit combined seamlessly with the deep plunging of Priest's fingers. Her mouth slowly grew agape as the arch in her back heightened.

"Cum for me, Gioia." Like always, it seemed like Britain's body only needed permission from Priest before the gates of her soul opened and she was cumming all over his fingers.

Long moans stringed out of her as she panted breathlessly. Gliding his fingers out of her, Priest marveled at the glistening coat her pussy left behind. Britain couldn't help but stare at Priest in awe as she watched him slip his fingers into his mouth, tasting her as if she were a one of the finest delicacies he'd ever tasted.

"What the fuck?!" Britain gasped when she felt her body endure another sudden orgasm that ripped through her body immediately after the first one.

An amused chuckle flowed out of Priest. "That couldn't have been that surprising, Gioia." He shook his head with a hint of sarcasm oozing from him. Britain gave him no response. She simply laid in her seat, processing the amount of control Priest had over her body.

"You're the devil," she murmured as her stare seemed dazed.

Finding her funny, Priest couldn't help but to throw his head back in laughter. "Ironically, my name is Priest," he clarified with joking sarcasm. "I'm far from the devil, I'm?—"

"A sex god?" Britain reached into her bag for her hygienic wipes. She cleaned herself up to the best of her ability. She pulled her panties back on and then readjusted her dress back down around her thighs. With a smirk, Priest shrugged his shoulders, trying not to seem vain. "How do you do me so well the way you do?" Britain asked in deep curiosity.

Priest licked his tender lips, still tasting Britain's sweet taste coating them. "It's all in your mind. Physically, I'm just like any other nigga you’d fuck and forget about later. However, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, it's more than just me making you cum and me getting a quick nut. It's an understanding— a deep one. I guarantee you will never find someone who could please you the way I do. Your physical being could have many. However, your mind, emotions, and spirit can only have one. I'm that one," he concluded with a light smile. "You understand?" Priest glanced over at her for confirmation.

"How are you so sure?" Britain couldn't help but question his confidence. She never confirmed he was the one; he just confidently assumed.

With a smug and arrogant smirk, Priest shrugged. "Must I demonstrate again?" he teased as he reached his hand over the console to attempt to slip it back underneath her dress. Britain immediately stopped him by brushing his hand away. She didn't think she was ready for another one of those long-lasting orgasms. Her body needed some recovery time.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" Britain laughed to herself lightly.

"I'm good for you. I promise," Priest teased her while licking his lips. He had a good grip on the steering wheel as he kept his attention fixed on the road.

As they grew closer to the Hamptons, they enjoyed each other's presence as Britain's shuffled playlist sounded through the car.

An hour later, they had finally drifted away from the busy city life of Harlem and entered the beautiful city of Amagansett on the east side of the Hamptons. "Oh, my goodness! Priest, look at the beach!" Britain squealed in excitement as she marveled out the window.

Priest laughed at her excitement, finding it innocent and cute. "We're pulling in now."

"We're this close to the beach?" Britain asked.

Priest nodded. "We'reonthe beach," he clarified as he parked the car in front of the home.

"This all you, Priest?" She raised her brow, not wanting to get all excited for nothing.

Priest nodded his head in confirmation. "All me. I gotta show you the deed for you to believe me?" he joked with the raise of his brow.

Britain shook her head, confirming that wouldn’t be necessary. "Talk your shit then, Priest." She jokingly brushed his shoulder off. Priest laughed along with her as he parked the car.

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