Page 83 of The Love of Priest

Britain reached over and folded her hand in his. A light smile came over his face before he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Priest signaled for Cyro to inform the other vehicles that they were free to go, and he did so before climbing into the front seat of the SUV Priest and Britain occupied. Britain and Priest were allowed some privacy by the partition.

"You alright?" Britain asked as she pulled herself closer to him.

Priest nodded. "I'm good," he assured as he wrapped his arm around her so she could rest her head along his shoulder. He craned down and kissed her forehead, causing a sigh of relaxation to filter out of Britain. Like always, they were headed to her apartment. Priest planned to spend some time with Britain before he headed home to spend some much-needed time with Jazzy.

The car ride to Britain's apartment was silent. Not much needed to be said since they usually spent the time just allowing everything to register and making sure things lined up mentally. Arriving at her apartment, Priest stepped out of the vehicle, assisting her out. He gave instructions to Cyro to bring his car from the penthouse to Britain's apartment so he wouldn't have to wait on car service when he was ready to go.

After sending Cyro off with an expression of his gratitude, Priest took Britain’s hand, and they made their way to her door. Britain chuckled as she felt Priest hike her skirt up from the back as she was unlocking the door. "Could you wait?" she playfully scolded him.

Priest applied a sensual kiss onto her neck before he hummed a "No" onto her smooth skin. As she pushed the door open, he rushed her inside before shutting the door with his foot. He had managed to get her blouse out the waist band of the skirt that glorified her mild curves and ass that sat up nicely. He had been gawking at her all day, and, at one point, he didn't even care if anyone noticed.

"You're not gonna let me read to you what I wrote today?" Britain asked as she felt Priest's massive hands palm both sides of her rear while he slowly kissed the crook of her neck.

Priest lifted his head, nodding. "Yeah. You know I can multitask." He smirked at her in a cocky manner. Immediately, he swept her off her feet bridal style, carrying her through the apartment and to her bedroom. Britain barely had time to drop off any of her things. She still had her purse and laptop in her grip as she laughed at how eager Priest was.

He gently placed her on the bed, causing her hair to sprawl across it gracefully. She extended her legs in the air, and he helped remove her fierce pair of heels. Gliding the shoes off her feet, Priest tossed them to the side carelessly. "Um, excuse me. Don't be tossing my Tom Ford heels like that," she playfully scolded him. "Go get them."

"C'mon, you're playing." He eyed her as his hands continued to run along her lower half.

"Okay, let me stop playing and read you the article," Britain said as she reached to her left for her laptop. Priest gripped her waist, assisting her with sitting up against the headboard. Britain could tell he could hardly contain himself, so she had to get through reading the article to him quickly. As she opened the laptop, Priest occupied himself by slipping her panties off.

"P, you said you would listen," Britain whined as she glanced over her laptop eyeing him.

He fixed his dark orbs back up at her. "No, I said I'll multitask. Read the article,Gioia," he assured her. Britain let out a dramatic huff as she realized Priest was stuck on doing his own thing. She averted her attention back to her laptop where the article she had already sent over to Frankie was pulled up.

Before Britain could utter the first word of what she had written, Priest had already planted his tongue against her second set of lips. "P, stop—" Britain quivered out a moan.

"I'm not stopping you, so don't try to stop me," he chuckled before submerging his head back between Britain's thighs.

"I can't f-focus—" A moan crept through her words as Priest slowly lapped his warm tongue up and down her wet and pink flesh.

Priest shrugged. "I guess you're just gonna have to sacrifice that right now." He smirked before reaching his strong arms up and grabbing ahold of her laptop. He shut it before sitting it to the side on her nightstand. "I been craving you all day."

Britain was about to slash him with a witty response just as he had done her, but she couldn't muster up the strength to get any words out. Instead, breathless moans strung out of her as she ran her hand over Priest's smooth lowcut waves. Now that Priest knew there wasn't much that could distract Britain, he locked her legs open against his burly shoulders.

As his tongue explored the depths of Britain's core, he slid his right hand up her thigh slowly. The sensation of his fingertips grazing her smooth skin caused Britain to bite down on her plump bottom lip. As he bestowed attention on her wet bottom half, he made sure to arouse other parts of her body with sensual touching.

Priest's tongue paid great attention to Britain's throbbing clit, stimulating it with a little pressure. He glided his hand back down her thigh before his two long and skillful fingers were plunging deep within her wet pussy.

As her legs were propped up against Priest’s shoulders, her pedicured white polished toes curled at the feeling of Priest's fingers pumping in and out of her.With her heart pounding against her chest, Britain clenched her eyes shut, trying her best to not let Priest have the satisfaction of making her cum so soon. He knew her body so well, it fascinated her. Priest slurped and sucked on every inch of her pussy as his fingers continued to penetrate her. Her moans were no longer faint as they continued to drift out of her. They had elevated into imploring whimpers as she desperately tried pushing Priest away. Burying his face deeper into her sticky folds, Priest refused to stop. The sound of his tongue enjoying the sweetness Britain offered invaded both of their ears.

Caught up in the bliss of Priest eating her up like there was no tomorrow, Britain arched her back. He picked up the pace with his fingers, causing her juices to trickle down and lather.

The immense amount of pressure that was building up in the pit of Britain's stomach caused her moans to lodge in her throat. As she felt her orgasm coming, she wanted so badly to screech from the top of her overwhelmed lungs, but to her dismay, nothing came out besides a quivering squeal.

Priest remained below her waistline, making sure he cleaned her up well with his mouth. With her cum lathering the bristles of his tongue, he couldn't help but marvel at how sweet and pure she tasted. Coming up from between her legs, Priest smirked before he leaned and engaged in a deep and passionate kiss. Britain could taste her sweetness embedded on his tongue. "I love you," he mumbled against her lips softly.

Britain smiled through the kiss. "I love you too," she professed.

The feeling was still an exhilarating and blissful one. It filled up their entire bodies with a tingling sensation. Their eyes dilated at the mention of each other, as their hearts palpated in sync whenever they were near each other. Love wasn't much of a foreign subject to either of them, but this one felt so fresh and new.

As their lips locked with each other, their tongues moved in sync. Britain aided him with freeing himself from both his slacks and briefs. "You can read me that article later," he assured her with a teasing chuckle as he hovered over her.

Britain nodded as she wrapped her hands around the thick girth of his erect dick. Slowly, she glided her small hand up and down his dick. Tauntingly, she graced her thumb against his rounded tip gently, causing him to take his bottom lip between his perfectly aligned teeth. Priest aligned himself with Britain’s wet entrance, anticipating her slippery pussy latching around him so perfectly. As the tip of his dick slipped into her, Britain's breath hitched as Priest’s dark orbs pierced her feline-like ones. He inched himself inside of her. Midway through, he paused to lock eyes with her. Britain's breathing overpowered the stomach-fluttering moans she was letting out. Before she could utter out a plea for Priest to take it easy on her, he rammed the remainder of his length deep inside of her.

Britain cried out with a piercing moan as her hand ascended to the lower part of Priest's built stomach in an attempt to push him away. "Priest!" she howled with her eyes widened. She had gotten used to his rhythm and pattern, and usually he would ease into her slowly and then progress into a much faster and unbearable pace. It was evident that he had been longing and anticipating her for a while now since he came straight out the gate fucking her senselessly.

As Priest’s hips bucked into hers, while Britain's breasts bounced uncontrollably. She felt him hike her left leg up onto his shoulder in hopes of going deeper. Britain's back arched at how deep his dick had plunged inside her. If she didn't know any better, she felt more of him in that moment than she ever had.

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