Page 51 of The Love of Priest

Britain nodded her head. A smile gravitated into her face, and Priest mirrored it. "You ready to enjoy life some more?" Priest raised a brow at her.

"I'm always ready," she teased as she got up from bed.

After an hour, Priest found himself eyeing Britain as she pulled a pair of denim shorts over her two piece hot pink bikini. "You doing that bathing suit well," he complimented her.

Britain smiled up at him. "Oh, this old thing?" She jokingly waved him off while doing a little spin for him.

Priest chuckled at her antics. "You good to go?" he inquired.

Britain nodded while slipping her bag over her shoulder. Priest noticed that she was bringing along her camera. He decided not to pay too much attention to it because he knew it would cause Britain to second guess it and leave it. He was glad she was tapping into another creative side of herself. She’d explained to him a bit about how sheltered she sometimes felt with “Humans of New York.” Hopefully, because she was embracing her photography more, she could find another stream of income off something she could grow to love.

Priest locked up the house before assisting Britain into the car. "So, where we heading?" Britain shot him a beaming smile once he got into the car next to her.

"Well," he sighed. "You love the water but can't swim, so I thought why not bring the yacht out." Britain had been talking his ear off about the beach but gave him fair warning that she wouldn't have a clue how to survive if he left her in the water alone. He thought it was hilarious. His initial plan before finding out she couldn't swim was just to enjoy some water activities for the day, but it soon changed to him sailing his yacht for the day.

Britain gasped dramatically. "Alright! Priest pulled out the big boy toys!"

Priest nodded in laughter. "Hopefully you don't get seasick and throw everything up like Kaymen’s weak ass," he chuckled, recalling the memory. It was Kaymen's first and last time ever getting on a watercraft. The boys fucked it up for him by letting J'Ru's crazy ass operate the boat. Britain laughed at the thought of Kaymen having a weak stomach. She knew Jadey probably clowned him for it. She was a known bully.

"Ya girl is tough. Okay?" She cockily flipped her hair over her shoulder.

The drive to the dock was filled with conversation and thousands of questions Britain wanted answered. She had never been on a yacht or any watercraft, but Priest seemed to frequently partake in those activities. He answered all her questions and eased all her worries.

Once they arrived at the dock, Priest and Britain remained hand in hand as they walked along the wooden structure. "Which one is yours?"

Priest smirked before glancing from Britain and pointing over to the mid-sized yacht that was currently being serviced to prepare to set sail on the waters. "Justice," he read the name scripted along the side of the yacht.

"Wow! Name your yacht after yourself. Very classy," she teased with a laugh.

Priest nudged her head lightly. "I ran out of smooth shit to call the things I owned," he admitted with a shameless shrug of his shoulders.

Britain turned around to face him with a smile on her face. "How about you call it Gioia? Justice is just soooo cliche," she groaned dramatically, causing him to laugh.

He nodded and mentally noted the suggestion. "How classy, huh?" he retorted with the same amount of sarcasm, causing them both to laugh.

After having a quick chat with the two-man crew, Priest and Britain sailed out on the water. They remained in the lower portion of the yacht until they reached steady waters.

The inside of the yacht was nicely furnished and comforted them both. When Britain saw the spread of fruit along with an array of other foods and drinks, she smiled. "Okay, you get some cool points, Priest," she praised him as she indulged in a green grape.

"How many?" Priest smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Five is fair." She mirrored the smirk on his face. Priest nodded with a chuckle.

"I'll take what I can get." He rotated her in his arms so she could gaze up at him. Her hair was straightened and hung past her shoulders. Priest brushed a few strands from her face.

With a smile, she held a grape up to his lips to feed him. "I like putting things in your mouth," Britain snickered lightly as she fed him one more grape.

Priest chuckled. "I like tasting you," he openly admitted while craning down and pecking her lips.

They spent time on the lower portion of the yacht, giving each other unconditional affection. "Priest, they're gonna hear us," Britain whispered as he ground her on his lap.

Priest looked up at her with a light scoff. "So what?" He shrugged carelessly.

Britain lifted her head from the crook of Priest's neck. "I don't want them to," she whispered.

Priest nodded before leaning in to peck Britain's lips. He aided her with pulling off her shorts and slipping her bikini to the side. Slowly, he feathered his hand over her pussy, causing a hitched moan to escape her lips. Britain clenched her eyes shut, trying her best to refrain from making any loud noises.

Priest could tell Britain was far too nervous to engage in any foreplay. She feared that someone would walk in on them. Instead of putting her through an unpleasant and nerve-wracking experience, Priest got straight to the point.With his strong hands gripping her bare sides, Priest lowered Britain down on his thick shaft. Her wet pussy welcomed him with ease, wrapping around him effortlessly, seemingly a perfect fit for him.Before Britain could release a moan, Priest clamped his hand over her mouth. With a deep arch in her back, Britain rode Priest's dick as he muffled moan after moan with his hand.The look in Priest's eyes was filled with fulfillment. He seemed to be enjoying the challenge of keeping Britain silent. It made the sex better, filled with more passion and heat. With his free hand, he assisted Britain with maneuvering her hips to enhance the euphoric feeling of being deep inside of her.

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