Page 74 of The Love of Priest

Britain was sure by now that her makeup was smeared all over her powder blue fitted sheet. She had buried her own face so deep into the sheets so she could scream endless profanities of how good Priest was laying the pipe.

She felt a tug at her hair as Priest wrapped her tresses around his hand. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain overtook Britain's body as he fucked her from behind. His free hand slashed a powerful smack against her ass, causing another whimper to filter out of her. Sweat began coating their bodies in a thin layer as heat circulated the bedroom. Humidity cached in every corner of the room as their bodies rocked in a perfect rhythm.

"Throw that shit back,Gioia," his baritone panted.

Her cries lapped together with her moans, causing them to grow seamless with each other. Britain's body convulsed to Priest orders as her hips bucked back. Priest let out a euphoric moan as Britain now combatted his strokes. She realized she had to fight him back with fire. With his dick deep inside her as he pounded her pussy senselessly, Britain mustered up the strength to twist her hips and throw her ass back just how Priest liked it.

Moans pooled out of their mouths one after the other as their bodies tried desperately to defeat each other. Priest let go of Britain's hair before he gripped the front of her neck from behind. Now, with her back fused against his chest, Priest angled his strokes upward, causing Britain's breasts to bounce uncontrollably.

Since his hand was gripping her neck, he could feel her tears trickle down onto his hand. "Shit! Priest!" Britain shrieked at the top of her lungs. Priest kissed the side of her face sloppily as he rammed his long dick deep inside of her wet and sticky pussy. His kisses descended to her neck where his suction of her skin left behind dark passion marks. "Priest, I'm cumming!" she announced in hysterics.

"Cum for me,Gioia." His encouraging voice struck her ears just as her thick and creamy cum burst out of her. The liquids trickled down her thighs before dripping down to her bed. She stained the sheets as her body fell limp in Priest's arms.

His husky grunt filled Britain's ears as Priest bust into the condom, his warm nut restricted from traveling deep inside her by the latex barrier. "What was all that shit you chatting?" Priest smirked as he eased himself out of her.

Breathlessly, Britain rolled her eyes. "I’m still in the game," she declared.

Priest picked up the handcuffs from where they had fallen on the floor and dangled them before her tauntingly with a smirk. She cut her feline-like eyes at him. "You tap out?" he asked her, insinuating that he had the stamina to go for more.

Britain scoffed. "Boy, please," she waved him off. "Meet me in the shower." Her naked body tempted Priest as she sauntered to the bathroom. Priest licked his lips in deep temptation as Britain swayed her hips.

Priest was so grateful.

After fucking each other senseless, Priest trailed his orbs down to the right of him where Britain slept comfortably in his arms. She was tired and spread thin from their last round of sex in the shower. Her light snores struck his ears as the pattern of her breathing could be felt against his body.

Holding Britain felt right.

He wished it was something he could do indefinitely, but he was being pulled in all different directions. Reaching over Britain, Priest grabbed his phone, checking the time. The illumination of the moon peaked through her blinds, indicating that it was far later than he wanted it to be. Eyeing the time, he sighed once he realized it was going on eight in the evening. Talia usually started dinner around seven.

He was late, and the number of text messages and phone calls he received from Jazzy let him know his absence was noticed. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself as he cautiously began slipping out of Britain's bed. His bare body reacted to the cold air of Britain's apartment with a shiver before he claimed all his tossed clothing from the floor.

Now dressed in his suit again, Priest neared the bed where Britain now clung onto a pillow instead of him. Leaning down, he applied a few light kisses onto Britain's face. It resulted in her stirring in her sleep for a bit before she returned to being comfortable.

Leaving her in a peaceful slumber, Priest requested his driver come get him. He locked up behind himself, using the spare key before returning it where he found it. On the ride to his penthouse, he was filled with contentment. He was at peace with how everything played out with Britain. He knew J'Ru would have a hard time accepting the fact that he was going to keep Britain around, but he didn't think he had much to explain to him. Priest was his own man and did as he pleased.

After ordering his thoughts properly during the silent car ride, Priest thanked his driver before seeing him off. Wading his way into the elevator, Priest bypassed the security measures, allowing him to go straight up to his penthouse. As the steel doors glided open, he was faced with Jazzy who had her arms folded across her chest and a scowl masking her face.

"I texted and called you." Jazzy held her phone up to Priest's face.

Priest smacked his lips before waving her phone from his face. "I saw. I'm here now," he stated before trudging over to the kitchen. His eyes landed upon his mother standing alongside Talia as she thanked her for the well-crafted drink.

"Ma, what are you doing here?" Priest let out a sigh. This was why Jazzy had been blowing him up. Sylvia made one of her little surprise visits, but to her surprise, her soon-to-be fashion designer daughter was back in town. Jazzy never kept Sylvia updated on her life, so the woman had no clue where her child really was most of the time. If it weren't for the occasional updates Jazzy posted on social media, Sylvia wouldn't even know if Jazzy was alive.

"You thought it would be okay to have a family dinner without me?" She made her way over to Priest with a gleeful smile and open arms. She embraced Priest before cupping her hands around his face to kiss his cheeks. The smell of tobacco struck Priest's nose, causing him to slightly push her away.

"Yo, chill." He shook his head at his mother. "This is not the time." Priest really didn’t want to deal with the thick tension between Jazzy and their mother. He knew Jazzy may have bitten her tongue a whole lot before he got there, but now that he was around, he knew she was liable to say and do anything. He had enough on his plate since he knew J'Ru was about to run him down about what occurred with Britain today.

Sylvia waved him off. "Talia, dear, how much longer until dinner is served?" Upon her arrival to Priest's penthouse, Sylvia demanded another entree be served alongside Jazzy's favorite food— lamb chops. Talia was in the kitchen preparing two hefty meals which set the time back for the food to be ready.

Talia cleared her throat, facing Sylvia. She wasn't much of a fan of her either. Not to mention, she constantly disrespected Talia's cooking with her half-finished cigarettes and dull ashes. "About half an hour, ma'am."

"T, can you make the help’s serving to go?" Jazzy said snidely, causing Priest to shake his head and hang it low in disappointment.

Sylvia’s dark eyes seared into the side of Jazzy's face, disgusted by the little smirk she was sporting. "This is how you fucking raise her, to be disrespectful to her own mother?" Sylvia turned to Priest with a scowl etched across her face.

Priest screwed his face up in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said, Priest!" she bellowed. Priest rolled his eyes. These women were definitely wearing him thin, and he had only been inside for a couple of minutes.

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