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"I always tell you this, P. None of this is your fault," she reminded him with a light peck on his lips. "And—" Britain said with a light smile hoping he would finish the statement for her.

"I'm stronger than I think," he added, causing Britain to clap her hands.

"And that's on being Priest Kanaz motherfuckin' Justice!" she praised, causing him to laugh while shaking his head at her.

"You’re a clown, yo," he told her, still in light laughter.

Britain agreed with him as her hands cupped his face. "I like making you laugh. It gives me purpose."

Priest chuckled. "You do way more than just make me laugh,Gioia.”

"Yeah, this is the part where you tell me I'm your sun and moon, the air you breathe, and what do you like to call it—" She snapped her fingers, trying to remember what Priest would say.

An amused look panned out on his face as he waited for Britain to remember. When she did, her eyes lit up before she cleared her throat. "You're my rib, yo," she bassed, trying her best to imitate his deep voice and raw New York accent.

Priest found himself in laughter once more as he sat up. "Grow up, man.”

"Okay, I'm done," she said as she acted as if she was wiping tears from all the laughter she was in.

Priest jokingly pushed her off him, causing Britain to land on the bed. He got up, attempting to leave her to be childish. "Where are you going?" she called after him.

"Out," he told her with a smirk. "I suggest you stop fucking around before I leave you here by yourself."

Sitting up, Britain screwed her face up at him. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She stretched out in a sing-song tone.

Priest leaned against the threshold of the entryway to the bathroom. He eyed her with a smirk on his face before taking his bottom lip between his porcelain white teeth. "What's up?"

Britain laid back in the bed, her feline-like eyes gazing up at the ceiling. Her smooth legs lifted toward the ceiling before parting and opening wide to emulate a butterfly.

She could hear a smooth chuckle slip out of him. Her eyes shifted from the ceiling and to him. He was making his way back over, an enticing smirk etched on his face. Britain felt his coldhands wrap around her ankles. She could feel him lower himself down as he delicately rested her legs onto his broad shoulders.

Priest’s soft lips fluttered kisses along her smooth inner thighs. The gentle touch eased her anticipation as she felt her heart race. His trail of kisses traveled from the midsection of her inner thighs, up to the inner corner. He teased her by hovering his lips over her pussy. Feeling his warm breath on her wet lips caused her to squirm around a bit. Priest could tell she was antsy and eager, which caused another smooth chuckle to drift out of him. "I barely even touched you yet," he teased arrogantly.

Britain cut her orbs at him as a cocky smirk made its way onto his face. He opted out of teasing her any longer as he lowered his head below her waistline. His lips made contact with her wet pussy, causing a light moan to vent out of her. She seemed to shed all the tension and stress she had bottled up inside her over the course of the week. She fell at ease instantly.

Priest dove headfirst into her dripping pussy. His pace was slow and passionate, the bristles of his tongue getting reacquainted with her slippery flesh, which he now considered his fortress of peace. His slurping filled Britain's ears as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Buried so deep within her legs that were spread open like an exotic butterfly, his tamed beard became soaked with her natural sweet juices.

She was intoxicating to say the least, hence the fact that he never shied away from pleasuring her and setting all his attention on her. He enjoyed hearing her moans and feeling her body shake in his hold. She convulsed at his touch so easily, and that alone was astonishing to him. His tongue circled every crevice of her folds, taking in her sweet nectar as nourishment. She felt herself clench the threaded sheets underneath her as her back arched upward.

Priest didn't seem to need to come up for air anytime soon. He was complacent where he was. "Fuck!" she cried out as hecombined his feasting with the strokes of his gentle fingers. His fingers glided inside her pink pussy with ease. The wetness that now surrounded his fingers enticed him and made his dick stiffen in anticipation.

He averted his attention to her clit. Sucking on it slowly, he continued fingering her tight pussy. He curled his long fingers upward, being sure to hit her spot with every stroke. Britain's eyes clenched shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he was bestowing on her body. She felt her stomach tie in knots as her moans grew louder. She couldn't muster up enough strength to plead for Priest to ease up on her, and even if she could, she didn't think she wanted him to. This was the lightest she had felt in a while, and she was basking in the feeling.

Between her lubricated folds, she could feel the pace of his fingers quicken. Reaching down, she clenched her hand around his wrist, hoping it would slow him down. To her dismay, he brushed her hand away, continuing to drill his fingers deep within her tender and sticky folds. Her hips bucked as she tossed her head back in intense euphoria.

"P, I'm cumming!" she throated out in her angelic voice just as he felt her legs begin to shake against his strong shoulders.

He extracted his fingers from her warmth. His hands gripped Britain's shaking thighs as he averted his attention from her throbbing clit back to feasting on her as she came on his tongue. Her sweet nectar soaked his tongue as he attempted to lick it all up.The tears that had brimmed Britain's chestnut-shaped orbs had rolled down her face as she rode out the body quivering orgasm. He was sure to lick her clean before resurfacing for air.

Britain laid breathlessly as her orbs seared up at the ceiling. Steadying her breathing was always a difficult task since Priest barely allowed her to catch a breath. As expected, this time was no different than any other time. Her brown orbs shifted fromthe ceiling back over to him. He now stood before her with a sinister look webbed in his dark orbs.

"Stop," Britain whined as she weakly scooted herself up higher on the bed in an attempt to get away from him.

A chuckle surfaced out of him as he took hold of her ankles, pulling her back closer to him. "I thought we were tougher than that." Priest smirked as he undid the string of his sweats.

Britain smacked her lips. "Not when you look at me like that.”

Britain watched as his bottoms dropped to his ankles allowing her eyes to settle on his thick and veiny shaft that stood at full attention. Despite feeling as though her body wouldn't be able to take all he could give at the moment, her pussy was craving his long and deep strokes. Almost instinctively, her legs spread wide, granting him easy access.