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Jokingly, she hit his chest with her hand. "You want to get in my pants so bad," she giggled, waving off his smooth talk.

Priest threw his head back in laughter. "I ain't gone front. I thought that would have had you out your shirt at least. That was smooth as hell."

With a smirk planted on her lips, Britain grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head, serving him correct. She went without a bra, causing her breasts to pool out right before hiseyes. At the sight of her bare chest, he slowly swiped his tongue along his tender lips in anticipation. "Word?"

Amused by his question, laughter aired out of her as she nodded her head in confirmation. He needed no further clarification before taking it upon himself to lift her from his lap and toss her on his shoulder. He stood to his feet, trekking through the home while she dangled in his hold.

Upon stepping into the bedroom, a faint gasp withdrew from her as her body made contact with the plush bed underneath her. As she laid on her back, topless and anticipating him, he stood over her. His dark orbs were lethal and spine rattling as his bottom lip sat bitten between his set of porcelain white teeth.

She could feel her heart race as he inched his way closer. Neither said a word as his hands gripped her sides, gliding down to the waist band of her bottoms. His cold fingertips graced her skin, causing the flutters from the butterflies in her stomach to intensify. Ever so slightly, she lifted her legs, gesturing that she was ready for him to strip her of all the remaining clothing she was wearing. Savoring the moment, he took his time gliding the bottoms along with her lace panties off her before tossing them to the side.

He craned down, his face now inches away from hers. The feeling of his cold jewelry brushing against her smooth skin caused a slight shudder within her. He decided to minimize the small distance between them as he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her lips. Priest's hands navigated below her waistline where his fingers rubbed her wet folds.

She moaned in the midst of the passionate kiss as she felt Priest's finger gently part her second set of lips. He drifted from her intoxicating lips and peppered delicate kisses along the crook of her neck, evoking light moans from her. The feeling of his lips against her skin could easily be compared to the smoothness of silk. His kisses trailed down to her barechest where he circled his tongue around her erect nipples. He showered her entire body with affection as his lips trailed down to her thighs.

He turned his attention to her pussy, which had only grown wetter as she laid underneath him, basking in the kisses he drowned her in. A low grunt of satisfaction bellowed out of him as he buried his face deep into the folds of her pussy. Having her close to him, being able to take in her sweet scent and taste her on the bed of his tongue was blissful.

Britain's uncontrollable craving for him was well fed once she felt his warm tongue explore the depths of her pussy. It lapped around the pink flesh of her core as he relished her sweetness. His burly hand gripped her thighs to prevent her from squirming away from him. He had her legs open like the wings of a beautiful butterfly.

"God, I missed you so much!" she exclaimed as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

Priest buried his head deeper into her pussy, allowing his sharply lined beard to drip with her wetness and embed her scent onto him. His tongue skillfully swirled around the inner area of her slippery core, pushing her toward a body quaking orgasm. He was devouring her, appeasing the hunger he had for her since she departed for New York. His long, loud slurping serenaded her ears as he sucked on her stimulated clit slowly. He was enjoying every second of this. He was in no rush. He was taking his time, letting her sweetness seep into the bristles of his tongue.

Priest could feel Britain's chest rise and fall from her heavy breathing. She was trying her best to resist the urge to push his head away as the pleasure became unbearable. Her pants and moans filled his ears, encouraging him to continue to eat her pussy like his life depended on it. Desperately trying to keep her orgasm at bay, she reached over, clenching the plush duvet thatcovered the bed. She could feel the tip of his warm tongue trail up the slit of her pussy, targeting her pulsating clit.

Priest latched onto her clit, sucking on it slowly as he dipped two fingers into her. Britain’s nicely pedicured white toes curled at the steady pace as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

Britain released the grip she had on the duvet, transitioning it to his shoulder. She tried her best to push him away, but the strength in her body had withered away completely. Carelessly, he pushed her hand off his shoulder, refusing to allow her to stop him from feasting. Seeing how weak and defeated she currently was, he took full advantage by picking up the pace of his fingers that were dipping in and out of her tight core.

Priest alternated between sucking on her clit and lapping his tongue over it. By now, tears had scorched her orbs as she spewed an array of curse words. Her back arched off the bed as her mildly curvy hips began to buck. He knew she was on the brink of cumming right into his mouth, which only made him continue to suck on her clit as he pumped his fingers into her faster. "Fuck, P! I'm cumming!" Britain shrilled out as her eyes clenched shut.

Grunts of satisfaction heaved out of Priest as he smoothly slid his fingers out of her. While her cum leaked out of her pussy, his tongue followed in hopes of cleaning her up.

"I missed tasting you,Gioia,"he expressed his satisfaction as he savored her sweetness.

He placed a final kiss onto her pussy before lifting his head from between her thighs. In the process of waiting for her breathing to return to normal, she remained under his dark eyes as he gazed down at her in lust. She angled her upper body up, reaching toward the waistband of his sweats. As she worked on getting him out of his pants and briefs, he stripped himself of the graphic tee he had was wearing. At full attention, his dick stood tall before her.

Her mouth watered for Priest; however, it seemed as though he had other plans. He wanted to be deep inside her and couldn't hold off for another second. He gripped Britain's face as he craned down to smash his lips with hers. The remnants of her sweetness that coated his lips graced her tongue as their lips lapped over each other sloppily. They were both eager. Moans sounded from both of them as their heated kiss continued.

Priest's hands traveled down to her legs as he gripped them to position her further up on the bed. A light moan crept out of her as she felt the bulging tip of his dick teasingly glide down the slit of her wet pussy.

He gripped her face roughly and directed her to lock eyes with him. As his dark orbs bore into her soul, he slowly inclined himself deeper into her tightness. She watched in awe as he clenched his jaws and his eyes shut in delight. "Fuck,Gioia," Priest grunted once he was completely inside her.

The feeling of her wet walls latching around the girth of his dick was enough to send him into a quick release. To refrain, he caught his breath that had been snatched by her. To encourage him to tear her pussy up, she caressed his toned and built chest. They met for yet another kiss. It was feverish and sloppy, building anticipation for what he was about to do to her.

Together, they found a rhythm rather quickly. Despite how good the kiss felt, it didn't last long. Both wanted to be free so they could release their loud moans and grunts.Priest planted both of his hands on either side of Britain's head. His dark orbs never left her soft ones. He admired her beauty as he continued to plunge his long dick into her tight pussy. Britain's pouty lips parted from each other as she held her mouth agape, heaving out heavily breaths.

"F-faster!" Britain cried out, hoping Priest would pick up his pace. Don't get Britain wrong. She loved when Priest fucked her slow so she could feel every inch of his glory as his raspy voicesounded off in her ear, whispering sweet nothings. However, it had been two weeks of being completely deprived of each other. She wanted to be fucked and handled in the worse way while he showed no mercy for what he was doing to her insides.

Gradually, he picked up his pace. He removed his hands from near her head, balancing himself completely on his knees that dug into the plush mattress underneath them. Acknowledging her request, he gripped her right leg, propping it up high on his broad shoulder. This opened her legs wider, giving him more of an advantage to go deeper. As he rammed his hips into hers, she could feel her perky breasts bounce with each stroke. She cried out incoherent words as she turned her head away from him. She couldn’t withstand his deep gaze as he dicked her down.

After he breathed out a rugged moan, his hand grabbed her face firmly, redirecting her gaze back to him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you," he ordered in his raspy voice before a series of grunts fled out of him.

Britain’s eyes scorched with tears that were on the verge of cascading down her face. When making her request for him to pick up his pace, she partially forgot who she was dealing with. Priest was now on a mission, and no matter how much she cried and implored him for mercy, he wasn't going to spare her until he was satisfied.

She kept her sight fixed on Priest, not daring to go against his orders. The heat and humidity rose quickly and began to circulate the room, creating a thin film of sweat that coated their skin. Through her impaired vision from the tears that crowded her eyes, she admired the tattoos that spread across his skin as they glistened from the sweat. As he worked his hips into her, she pressed her hands against his toned midriff, hoping that would slow him down so she could catch her breath.

Priest gripped her wrists, pushing her hands away from his toned abs. "Priest!" she moaned out his name as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck. "I can't take it!"