Page 84 of The Love of Priest

"Fuck! I can't take it!" Britain implored him as she clenched her eyelids shut in hopes of holding back her tears.

Priest pushed Britain's hand away from his stomach, pinning both above her head in his tight grip. His strokes continued in the same fast and rough pace, causing her natural juices from her wet pussy to splatter against his lower half. "Quit fucking playing,Gioia," Priest grunted.

Britain's eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Priest hitting her spot precisely. The feeling that came over her was indescribable as her mouth hung agape with no sounds or words trailing out of it. Locking eyes with Priest once more, Britain could see the sinister look he had flashing in his eye. It was evident he was doing his own thing at the moment. No matter how many pleas and cries she uttered, he wouldn't be feeding into any.

Sweat escaped the pores of their skin as heat suffocated the room. Priest’s grunts and Britain's moans harmonized in bliss as they euphorically pleased each other. Finally, Priest released his grip that was restraining Britain's wrists, and he set her free. As he continued with his deep and rough strokes, his right hand latched around her neck instead with a mild grip. The roughness brought Britain to the edge of no return. He was fucking her so good. It had been a while since he controlled the show in this way. Britain loved it so much, and she loved the way he didn’t concede to her cries and pleas, no matter how loud she got.

Seeing the love faces that formed on her face only motivated Priest to go deeper and drill into her more. His mouth hung slightly agape as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. "Let me cum in you,Gioia," Priest requested.

Overwhelmed and on the verge of cumming herself, Britain carelessly nodded. The collision of their skin grew louder, and the bed frame began to rock beneath them. "P, I'm cumming," Britain whimpered as tears brimmed her eyelids.

Feeling accomplished at the sight of the stickiness oozing from her folds onto his dick, Priest felt himself growing thick and stiff. He let out a husky grunt as he erupted inside Britain. The intensified orgasm caused Britain's gorgeous legs to shake wildly as she let out a string of endless curse words, calling Priest every sinful name she could think of at the time.

"Turn over," he demanded, already charged up to take her on another thrill.

Britain shot him a set of pleading eyes that he completely disregarded. Seeing she wasn't moving as quickly as he wanted her to, his hands gripped her sides, assisting her as much as he could.

Lifting her from her back, he turned her over onto her hands and knees. His hand reached underneath, slowly circling over her throbbing core. She quivered his name, but it served her no justice.

From behind, Priest slid himself right back into Britain, prompting a salacious growl to pour from him. The arch in Britain's back faltered once Priest was fully inside of her. He chuckled before gliding his hand down her spine to perfect the arch.

Slowly, Priest rolled his hips as he stroked himself in and out of her. His pace was a steadier and slower one as he filled her up with more and more of himself gradually. Her whimpers grew lower as she buried her face deep within the pillows in hopes of suppressing the overwhelming feelings he was inflicting on her body.

As he continued to fuck her slowly, he reached below and used his finger to slowly circle her clit. Britain bit down on one of the pillows her face was buried in as Priest used his other hand to send a harsh and stinging slap across her ass. The pain struck through her, evoking a light cry.

Priest slowed down completely, halting himself from stroking her any longer. From prior instances with Priest, Britain was well aware of what that meant. With her knees spread apart more, Britain mustered up the strength and energy to deepen her arch to lie flat on her midriff as her ass was hiked up temptingly.

She rolled her hips alluringly as she moved herself back and forth, matching his energy. A satisfied smirk stretched across his face as both of his hands gripped either side of her hips. He immediately returned to his prior rhythm, slow and deep. Their skin clashed together, colliding with the sounds of Britain's wetness circulating throughout the room.

"Play with it for me," Priest instructed her.

Britain moaned as she lifted her head from where her face was buried deep inside the pillows. Her hand reached back to massage her clit. As she combatted his strokes by throwing her ass back into him, Priest moaned out in fulfillment.

He didn’t last as long as he thought he would. He felt himself expand inside of Britain.Riding the waves of their synchronized orgasms, they both collapsed, panting breathlessly. "You still want to read me that article?" he asked with an amused chuckle drawing out of him.

Britain turned over and faced him with a stale face. "Screw you, Priest." She hit his chest with a roll of her eyes.

After recovering, Priest joined Britain in the shower, causing her to let out a loud groan. "Priest, keep your hands to yourself," she warned him.

"Shut up," he jokingly scoffed as his wet hands gripped her waist.

Britain’s eyes narrowed at him. "P, I'm serious. You've done enough."

Priest chuckled as he effortlessly lifted Britain from her feet. "You got one more round in you. If I'm lucky, two." He smirked as he lowered his head, applying his lips to hers.

Britain was about to protest until she felt him at her entrance. She swallowed her words once she felt Priest slide himself inside her. Instead of cursing at him like she wanted to, a moan flowed from her, causing Priest to chuckle. "I guess I'm lucky," he spoke lowly near her ear.

As the water droplets from the shower trickled down their bodies, Priest fucked Britain while she was pinned against the shower wall.

After their little escapade in the shower, Priest finally figured Britain had enough, and she definitely couldn't manage to take anymore. They cleaned up before getting out of the shower.

Britain didn’t have the energy to do anything. She was insistent on watching a movie, so Priest agreed. Instead of finding comfort in her bed, they resorted to her living room since Britain didn't think it would be ethical to watch a movie without popcorn and sweets.

"How are you feeling about today?" Britain asked as she laid on his chest. She didn’t get the chance to talk with him thoroughly about his day in court.

Priest simply shrugged his shoulders. "I'm cool. I'm ready to just get to the end already." Although everyone on his team was ecstatic about this recess on his trial since they thought it bought him way more time, he wasn't. The entire situation was just dragging and suspenseful to him now, as silly as it sounded. He was tired of doing the same old shit. He couldn't wait to shake all the charges off and go live life like he intended to: privately.

"Me too," Britain agreed with a sigh. "But let's find a silver lining in this break. We can have all the fun you want before trial starts up again." She beamed in excitement as her lips curled into a grin.

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