Page 124 of The Love of Priest

Britain’s eyes remained widened as she took in a deep breath. "Priest, you just invited me to the Liberty Gala, the one that happens once a year, the one that A-list celebrities attend. Why are you not as shocked as I am?!" she shrieked in excitement. The thought of being in the same atmosphere as the people who attended The Liberty Gala was just nerve wracking, but exciting, nonetheless. Britain always dreamed of one day getting her chance to be on duty forThe Timesto attend the gala, but it never happened.

Priest chuckled, loving the innocence in her excitement and how star-struck she sounded. He loved the fact that Britain never put on a front like many other women he'd dealt with. She wasn't used to anything, and Priest basked in the fact that he was putting her onto a new way of living. "Gioia, the gala is nothing," he waved her off.

Britain pushed her plate away from herself dramatically. "Wait a damn minute." She motioned her hands before her, indicating she needed to gather herself. "You get invited to those?"

Priest nodded his head. "Yeah. This is about to be year three for me. What? I don't look like a gala type of nigga?" Priest raised a brow jokingly.

"I don't know, P. This is just a lot to take in. Do I have to sign a non-disclosure agreement to even attend?" she asked, completely oblivious to what she was getting herself into.

Priest's laughter intensified as she stared at him with a blank face. She was dead serious. "No,Gioia."He shook his head at her concern. "You don't need anything besides an invite, which I'm extending to you," he assured her.

Britain inhaled another deep breath to calm her racing heart. So many things were rushing through her mind at the moment. "What am I gonna wear?"

"I'll take care of it," he assured her before she could talk herself into a panic attack. "The gala is in three weeks. I'll have everything ready for you. Don't stress yourself." He smirked at her.

As nervous as she was about attending such a high-end event, she couldn't contain the full smile on her face. Standing from her seat, she made her way over to him. "C'mon,Gioia," he chuckled while shaking his head. "Why you gotta be so sensitive?"

She straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I never had anyone invite me to the Gala," Britain informed him in a sweet voice before applying her lips to his.

"First time for everything, right?" He shrugged lightly.Britain pecked his lips once more before kissing the corner of his lips. The soft kisses had now moved down his sharp jaw line, causing a smirk to plaster across his face. He leaned back in his seat, his massive hands gripping her sides while she planted herself on his lap.

Priest rubbed his right hand up along her side before trailing it up to the crook of her neck. He pushed her away gently, halting her kisses so he could eye her. "I'm not about to play this game with you." His dark orbs were drenched in lust as they bore into Britain's soft brown eyes.

Britain shrugged in an unconcerned manner. "Then don't," she challenged in a shallow voice.

That was all Priest needed to hear. He rose from his seat, tossing Britain over his broad and built shoulder. Her fluttering laughter filled his ears while he trekked to her bedroom.

He tossed her onto the plush bed, causing the pillows she had crowding the top of the bed to spill onto the floor. She laughed at her fall onto the bed while Priest shook his head in amusement at the fact that she found anything funny.He made his way over to her, his hands gripping her ankles. He pulled her toward him, and her legs spread open, emulating a butterfly. Her eyes locked with his as she craved his touch and affection. Priest's cold fingertips graced her smooth skin while he stripped her of her bottoms, along with her panties.

He eyed her core, anticipation fleeting in his eyes. Britain felt her stomach knot up and fill with butterflies as Priest took his bottom lip between his perfectly aligned teeth.

He stood between her open legs, hovering over her. Britain's breathing hitched as his soft lips brushed against her. His fingers slowly feathered against the wet folds of her pussy in an up and down motion. Britain's mouth opened slightly as her breathing picked up in pace from her eagerness. As Priest's long fingers plunged within the slippery core of Britain's pussy, he lowered his head toward her ear. "You're mine forever," he asserted.

The crispness within his husky and raspy voice evoked a moan out of Britain while she nodded her head.Priest had her wrapped around his finger, figuratively and literally. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, the sounds of her wet flesh sounded through both of their ears. As he worked his hand deep within her, Britain's soft moans elevated in volume as he curled his finger upward while incorporating his thumb to circle over her clit.

Britain maneuvered her hands down toward her core, gripping Priest's wrist in hopes he would give her a chance to catch her breath and collect herself instead of letting out another moan. Amused by how breathless she was, Priest chuckled.

"Gioia, you gotta do better," he teased her with a shake of his head. "I haven't even put my mouth on you yet.”

She huffed in frustration. Priest was the only man who knew how to get her body to react so quickly. He knew all the right things to do and all the right things to say.Britain felt him glide his fingers out of her. Looking up at him in awe, Britain's mouth salivated at the sight of him licking his fingers clean of all her natural juices.He lowered himself down until his head was between Britain's legs. She averted her eyes up to the ceiling as she clenched the sheets in her grip. Priest's warm tongue glided from the bottom of her folds to the top, picking up all of her wetness within the bristles of his tongue.

His tongue found a passageway between her second set of lips, giving him full access to her flesh. He maneuvered his tongue in an enticing manner, stringing moan after moan from Britain.

His hands were locked around her thighs, forcing them to remain open and rest upon his broad shoulders.

"Fuck… P!" Britain whimpered as he buried his head deeper into her pussy. The sounds of his tongue lapping around the wetness of her core were like music to her ears.

Her white toes curled in ecstasy. His slurping and sucking were pure enjoyment for him as she squirmed and moaned without restriction. Priest didn't leave a crook or cranny of Britain's pussy untouched by his mouth. His tongue circled perfectly, picking up the pace once he felt Britain's legs stiffen.

Priest's attention transitioned from her core to her clit, which he sucked on slowly and passionately. Britain's mouth hung agape as her chest rose. The pressure in her stomach was becoming unbearable, and before she could cry out to Priest, she felt herself cumming. Her airless moans were a delight to Priest as he felt her bottom half grow weak.

Breathless and in need of time to regain her composure, Britain couldn't help but to notice the dark look that webbed Priest's orbs. He had just gotten started.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as Priest extracted his gun from his waistband and sat it on her nightstand. Britain had grown accustomed to it. He unbuckled his designer belt, along with the button of his Amiri jeans. He was swift as he glided the lubricated condom he retrieved from the nightstand onto his dick. Britain immediately felt an emptiness in her stomach as Priest slowly feathered the tip of his thick dick against her slippery lips.

Positioning himself at her core, he eased into Britain's tightness. The feeling of her wrapped snugly around him was one in a million. Britain was left breathless as her eyes were clenched shut.Priest continued his course inside her, going deeper and deeper. He slammed the final inches of his dick into Britain roughly. Britain yelped in euphoria as her hands gravitated to Priest's back, and her nails clawed him. Priest hissed lightly at the feeling of her scratching his back, but he enjoyed it, nonetheless.

He rocked his hips into Britain's in a nice rhythm, her moans hitting his ears louder and louder. Priest kept his eyes on her as she laid underneath him, her effortlessly beautiful face contorted into even more gorgeous love expressions as he took his time loving her. Priest shifted his attention, marveling at the sight of his dick lathered in Britain’s wetness. It was an amazing sight to see.

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