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Priest could see that Britain was on the brink of her climax. Not wanting their love making to end so soon, he decided to lay up and slow down. She exhaled a deep breath in a sense of relief as he sat her leg down from his shoulder. "C'mon. Turn around," he directed her as he pulled himself out of her.

Taking in deep breaths, Britain shot him a crazed look as he waited for her to follow his orders. Seeing that she wasn't planning on moving a muscle, a deep chuckle rolled out of him as his hands gripped her curvaceous sides. He did the work of flipping her over, but she quickly assumed to position with her rear high in the air and her back arched low on her own.

Priest's hand reached down, rubbing her pearl and marveling at her wetness. He positioned himself right behind her before taking a slow entrance inside. A breath exhaled out of him as he tried his best to keep from climaxing. With his evenly cut fingernails sinking into her radiant brown skin, he gripped her hips as he thrusted his dick into her. He couldn't help but pick up his pace as he powered behind her with rough back shots. Britain's ass shook with every stroke, offering him an enticing view as she remained face down.

The sound of their skin smacking together circulated throughout the bedroom. Britain's moans, however, were muffled when she buried her face deep within the duvet as she implored him for mercy.

He struck Britain's ass with a powerful smack that sent a stinging sensation traveling throughout her body. She had been with him long enough to know exactly what that smack meant. Catching the notion, she threw her ass back at him, causing a loud moan to bellow out of him.

The passion and heat between them intensified as she began to combat each of his strokes. She alternated between winding her waist and throwing her ass back, hearing him release moan after moan. Feeling his climax building up, Priest reached down, grabbing a handful of Britain's onyx black tresses that clung to sweat on her back. Wrapping it around his fist, he tugged on her hair as his strokes grew quicker and rougher.

"Priest! Fuck!" she cried out as she clenched the sheets tightly. She felt the pressure build in the pit of her stomach as he continued to push himself into her.

"Cum for me,Gioia,"he throated out, followed by a grunt of pleasure as he filled her with his thick and warm nut.

Britain wasn't too far behind him. As she felt him stiffen inside of her, she clenched her walls around him, lathering his dick with her cum.

They both panted heavily from their intense session. Their bodies felt light as they crashed down onto the mattress next to each other. "Welcome home," Priest smirked through heavy breaths as he tossed the throw blanket over himself and Britain to cover up their bare bodies.

Britain couldn't help but laugh in amusement at his sly welcome. She rotated her head to look at him, resulting in him joining in on the laughter. She nestled herself closer to him, resting her head on his chest.

"I love you, yo," Priest professed as he eased out of his laughter.

"I love you too," Britain responded before sitting a light kiss on his chest.

"How was being away for that long?" he asked as he gazed down at her.

A light sigh fled from her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. "I really thought being back home would bring me some level of peace and clarity."

"It didn't? I thought things went pretty good for you," Priest said with a raised brow.

"I mean, I did patch things up with my mom. That was definitely something that wouldn't have been done if I didn't go back. And I got to hang out with Remy. He was so happy to see me. But other than that, New York is just filled with so many people and memories I want nothing to do with anymore," she said, waving off the thought of the city.

Priest took ahold of her hand, admiring the engagement ring that was perched on her finger like he always did. "What's up? Sounds like there's a lot of shit you ain't telling me.”

Britain rolled her eyes a bit at the thought of the annoying run-ins she endured with both his ex, Paula and her ex, Cameron. "I ran into Paula, but only after I ran into my ex," she scoffed as she felt herself get annoyed by the thought of Paula and Cameron.

He noticed how bothered she looked by the situation of running into their exes, but he couldn't help but find it amusing at how ironic it was. At his laughter, she cut him with a lethal side-eye. "My fault," he apologized for laughing. "That's just mad fucking ironic."

"P, it was horrible," she stressed as she massaged her temples.

"What was said?"

"I ran into my ex, Cameron, while Brea, Jazzy and I were shopping," she recounted as she sat up with a grimace on her face. "Like always, he makes it an obligation to walk up on me like we left off on the best of terms. It's sick and disgusting how he can act like I made up everything he's ever done to me. It drives me fucking crazy.”

Britain's ex would always be an issue for her, not because she still had feelings for him, but because he put her through somuch. Priest knew Britain had done a lot of letting go, but there were some traumas she was still running away from.

"Calm down," Priest said to her as his fingertips traced circles on the small of her back in hopes of putting her at ease.

Britain inhaled a deep breath before hanging her head low. "I aired everything out, P, and it made me feel a lot better, but as silly and naive as I am, I was searching for some sort of reaction," she scoffed, shaming herself. "And like always, he didn't even care or look to be even a tad bit remorseful."

"You got shit off your mental right?" he asked, hoping to put things into perspective for her.She nodded her head. "Alright then! Let God handle the rest. You don't need some sort of reaction from him to validate the fact that what he did to you was fucked up. He'll be getting his karma. You're at peace with it now," Priest settled with a shrug her his shoulders.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a light smile canvasing her face. "You're right," she agreed.

"Learned from experience," he muttered as she set her gaze on the portrait of his mother that inked his arm. "But what happened with Paula?" He quickly shifted conversation elsewhere, not giving himself or Britain time to dwell.

At the mention of Paula, a loud groan exhaled out of Britain. "Why do people find me so approachable and think that I owe them a conversation?" she asked Priest.