Page 73 of The Love of Priest

Britain smirked before she brought her hands from behind her back, allowing the handcuffs to dangle from her pinched fingers.

Priest immediately shook his head. "See, this what we not about to do. You dead wilding."

Britain laughed at Priest’s immediate disapproval of the handcuffs. As it turned out, it was going to be a lot harder than she thought to get him restrained in the cuffs. He was used to gripping and grabbing her the way he liked and stimulating various parts of her body all at once. "C'mon, you'll enjoy it. I promise."

"Let me put them on you first then." Priest leaned back against the bed with a smirk.

Britain scoffed. "Hell no! It was my Amazon Prime that ordered them." She opened the cuffs so she could secure his wrists within them.

"Britain, if you try some sly shit, I'm gonna fuck your ass up when I get out of them," he warned as he extended his hands reluctantly.

In excitement, Britain cheered as she began assisting him out of his suit. She sat the handcuffs aside as Priest gripped her waist. "You're gorgeous. Y'know that?" He marveled at her, gripping her chin with one hand.

Her cheeks heated at the compliment before she smiled. "Thank you, Priest." She cupped her hands around his face.

Priest looked up at her with a smirk before he crept the handcuffs along her wrist catching her off guard. Britain’s eyes widened by how smoothly he managed to flip the script. She pleaded for him to stop as he secured the other end of the cuffs to her bed frame. "Priest, stop playing, seriously." She yanked on the sturdy handcuffs as he laughed while he began scooting away. With one free hand, Britain attempted to grab ahold of him, but he only teased her by pulling away from her.

"I been in enough cuffs in my time,Gioia," he chuckled while taunting her. "I prefer cuff links now."

"Honestly, I wasn't even gonna treat you like this, but now that you want to play, I'm gonna make you wish you never did this," Britain rolled her eyes while she continued to pull at the cuffs, hoping that the fact that they only cost eight dollars with free shipping would serve her justice and allow her to break free from the cheap item. To her dismay, it didn't. The cuffs were sturdy and durable, allowing her no chance to actually set herself free.

Priest laughed at her struggle before inching his way closer to her. "We gone do this my way or no way," he asserted.

She smacked her lips. "We always do things your way. Things are getting tired and played out," she scoffed, talking out the side of her neck and knowing that nothing she was saying was valid at all. Nothing about Priest was tired and played out, and Britain knew that, but of course she was going to pop her shit since Priest thought it was funny to lock her in some handcuffs.

Priest found her attempt to use reverse psychology on him amusing. He knew Britain was just chatting when she said that. Even she knew she was contradicting herself. "Is that right?" He raised a brow.

Again, Britain smacked her lips, waving him off. "Priest, get these handcuffs off me so I can?—"

"You talk mad shit." He shook his head as he reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Her perky breasts pooled out of the bra. Her nipples were erect due to how cold it was. She shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingertips drifting down to her waistline.

"Prove me wrong then." She smirked up at him with challenging eyes.

Priest chuckled. "I really hope you remember where the keys are for these cuffs because I'm about to make you regret pulling them out," he enlightened her as he assisted her with slipping out of her panties. Britain waved him off slyly before he secured his massive hand at the crook of her neck, colliding his lips with hers. The kiss erupted a fire between the two. The room grew hot instantly. Just like Britain enjoyed, the kiss was slow and sloppy. Their tongues danced against each other while their heads shifted side to side.

With their lips intertwined, Priest’s built and stocky frame hovered over her. His multiple gold chains dangled down, slowly gracing over Britain's skin, and a shiver crept up her spine. Detaching from the kiss, Priest fluttered his lips along Britain's neck, marveling at the smoothness of her rich sepia skin. Upon his lips coming in contact with her body, Priest’s mind traveled back to when they were in the Hamptons, when he would eye her while she moisturized her skin. The heavy scent of natural Shea butter would swirl the room as she made sure to get every nook and cranny of her body. He got the privilege of moisturizing her back. His heavy hands kneaded through the curves of her body as they were layered with a smooth passing of Shea butter.

His kisses trailed low. Britain locked her eyes with the ceiling, preparing herself for Priest to prove himself like she knew he would. His hands ran a course down her smooth legs before he hiked her legs onto his broad shoulders. Her free hand clenched the sheets underneath her as Priest dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue lapped over the slits of her oozing pussy as she squirmed at the overwhelming feeling.

Gripping her thighs, Priest locked her in place as he proceeded to devour her lower half as if she were a fine delicacy he would dine on at Eleven Madison Park. The slurping sounds Priest's mouth made against her slippery flesh struck her ears, entangling with the sound of her stomach-fluttering moans that strung out of her.

One hand restrained by the handcuffs while the other one was free to roam, Britain’s grip on the sheets faltered, and she used her hand to push Priest away. The more she attempted to fight him off, the more motivated he grew. Priest enjoyed the squirming, the panting, the cries and the imploring. He wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Britain pitied herself since she was going to have to endure Priest’s endless pleasures without any mercy.

Britain's naturally sweet juices smeared amongst his lips as his tongue swirled her pussy. Her shrills and moans intensified as Priest slowly rubbed his fingers overs her throbbing clit.

"Oh! Fuck! Priest!" Britain cried out, hoping he would ease up, but to no avail. He picked up his pace, lapping his tongue around quicker while massaging her clit at the same speed.

Left there with no other option but to take all he was giving, tears streamed down Britain's face as she felt her stomach tie in knots as the pressure began to build. Her moans ascended into a much higher pitch as her back arched at the signs of her cumming. Her cum lathered Priest's warm tongue as her body shook mildly from the aftermath of her quivering orgasm.

Slowly, Priest licked her clean, making sure not to leave anything behind. Britain's chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to order her breathing to the best of her ability. Her makeup was stained with the trail of tears as she looked up at the ceiling in a daze. Priest felt it was best to give her a few seconds to recuperate. Reaching over her bed to her nightstand, Priest retrieved the condoms he had purchased that they rarely used.

He grabbed the handcuff key from the dresser and uncuffed her before tearing the gold aluminum wrapper with his perfectly aligned teeth, littering Britain's clean floor with it. Freeing himself from his slacks and briefs, he stood before Britain with his dick standing at attention, and Britain eyed all of his glory. He rolled the lubricated condom onto his long dick. His massive hands gripped Britain’s sides, flipping her over so her ass was hiked up and her face was down on the sheets. Deepening her arch by spreading her legs apart more, Priest stimulated her body once more before he entered her core. His hand feathered over Britain's wet pussy, causing a whimper to project from her.

Gliding the bulbous tip of his thick dick over her slits, Priest smirked before he dove deep inside Britain. A breath caught in her throat as she clenched the sheets tightly, pulling them from the corners of the bed. Nestled deep inside Britain’s intoxicating pussy, Priest halted his stroke, basking in the perfection of Britain's pussy as it latched around his dick.

His hips reclined back as he pulled all the way out to the very tip of his dick before plunging back in completely. Britain exhaled a heavy breath as she screeched endless curse words into the sheets. Priest continued with that same rhythm momentarily before he finally picked up the pace.

Their skin colliding sounded off throughout the room, intertwining with the banging sound of Britain's headboard clashing against the wall. Priest’s grunts weaved into her ears, motivating her body to test its endurance and keep up with Priest. He just knew how to fuck her so right that she couldn’t help but feel the need to cum within seconds. Priest was elite, better than Britain could even express through words. He gave her what her body, mind and soul craved— a man!

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