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Priest aligned himself right at Britain's wet pussy. The tip of his erect dick teased her sticky folds. Her bottom lip went straight between her teeth as he exhaled a heavy breath. Priest was driving her mad, and even though she was sure that he was fully aware of what he was doing to her, she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of showcasing how weak he had her.

Priest’s dark orbs seared down at her, admiring the make of her physique. She was natural, without the crazy additives society deemed as beautiful. Her skin was graced with the most eccentric tiger stripes that lined the skin of her ass, thighs, and waist. She had such a smooth finish to her flawless skin that he often grew mesmerized by it whenever she called on him to moisturize her skin with the rich authentic shea butter she held on such a high pedestal within her beauty regime. Her breasts were an ample size, which fit perfectly in his hands whenever he groped her. Her hips curved out a bit more due to how happy she had been. Priest liked taking credit for her going up a pant size even though Britain preferred blaming it on the fact thatshe'd just been eating a lot more.He considered her body pure perfection. The thought of any other man getting the chance to enter her and take over what he considered his solace and safe haven would’ve driven him insane. It was like she was made for him, and he was hoping she thought the same way and would never give away what he wanted to be his forever.

He aligned himself deep within her, basking in the feeling of her wrapping around him perfectly. He worked his hips, trying his best to find their rhythm so they would be in sync. As he rocked his hips into her, he craned down and applied wet, sultry kisses along her neck and bare chest.A loud moan escaped Britain as she felt him progressively pick up the pace of his strokes while taking her nipple into his warm mouth.His deep strokes seemed as though they were digging deep into her insides. He started off slowly before speeding up into much swifter strokes. A thin layer of sweat formed over their bodies as the heat took over the room. Their skin collided in perfect harmony as he plowed into her roughly.

Unable to keep her body at bay, she gripped the sheets so tightly she pulled them from the corners. They were now fucking on a mess as they got tangled in the sheets, which were growing more and more stained from the wetness of her pussy.

"Shit!" Britain gasped as her mouth hung agape. "P—I c-can’t!" she implored him as she kept a tight grip of the silk threaded sheets.

"Take this shit, Brit," Priest gritted through clenched teeth as he rammed himself into her pussy.

Once again, tears stained her face as her shrilling moans grew louder by the second. Priest sent a powerful smack to the side of her thigh once he felt Britain tighten her walls around his dick. Whenever she grew flustered by his strokes, she would always clench her pussy around Priest, knowing that would get him to nut in seconds. She took advantage of the tactic whenevershe possibly could; however, Priest made sure to issue some repercussions.

The rough smack to the side of her thigh was now festering in heat as her skin stung from the impact. "Look at me," his baritone voice demanded as he continued to thrust himself into her.Her eyes were clenched shut in passion, tearing up at the overwhelming feeling of Priest dicking her down.

"Britain, I said fucking look at me," Priest abrasively ordered as he passed his hand against his forehead, ridding it of the sweat that accumulated on it.

Hearing the authority in his deep voice, her eyes fluttered open. Her whimpers and crying had caused tears to wet her face as her orbs scorched red. Their orbs met with each other, filling their hearts with much more love than lust. "Cum for me,Gioia," he instructed her in a much lighter voice, being less demanding and authoritative.

Upon him giving her permission, Britain felt her body convulse completely. A string of moans fled her lips as her breathing heaved. Her creamy white cum lathered his shaft as it expanded within her. After a few more rough strokes, he found himself releasing his warm nut within her pussy. He let out a grunt before extracting his dick out of her. She raised her arms up weakly, signaling that she wanted Priest to lift her from the bed so they could get cleaned up together. Priest chuckled at how weak she could act whenever they finished. Without any complaints, he lifted her off the bed with ease, carrying her bridal style.

"I will never get enough of that," Britain mumbled.

"You ain't too bad yourself," he smirked as he leaned into the stand-up shower to start the steaming water for the both of them.

"Is that a polite way of saying my pussy is top tier?" Britain teased with a loud cackle.

Priest shook his head in amusement while gliding the shower door back for Britain to enter before him. "You childish as hell, yo.”

After getting cleaned up, the two opted to get dressed and head out for food and shopping.Priest smoothly made his way behind Britain as she was securing her diamond stud earrings in her ear. A smile eased onto her lips as she shifted her eyes from the mirror up at him. "What do you want?" She smirked up at him.

Priest dramatically smacked his lips. "For you to hurry your ass up. A nigga might fuck around and die of hunger waiting around for you," he jested with a laugh.

She playfully swatted his arms from around her waist as she rolled her eyes at him. "Y'know, I kinda missed when you didn't know how to crack a joke." She shook her head in a reminiscent manner. "Now, all that comes out of your mouth is goofy shit.”

"You hating ‘cause I've found my sense of humor? That's crazy."

Britain scoffed. "Sense of humor? P, you wouldn't know what a sense of humor was even if I cracked you on the head with it."

Priest couldn't help but laugh at Britain's dramatics and comical ways. After a little while of Britain doing her usual dragged-out routine of getting ready, he finally got her out the door. Outside, he assisted her into plush leather seats of his BMW i8.

She was always resentful of the vehicle due to how fast he ripped through the streets with it, especially in New York's crazy traffic, but because they were in the Hamptons, the vehicle was perfect to put the top down and take in the inviting weather.

"Yo, this was much needed." Priest nodded, appreciative of the fact that Britain had been exuding nothing but great vibes since they got to the Hamptons.

Leaning back in her seat, Britain agreed with him. "They might kill us for having our phones off, but we'll just take things one day at a time," she shrugged. They ditched their devices since they didn't want any interruptions. She was more worried about him than herself. His phone usually went off like twenty times a day. There was no telling how many phone calls had gone unanswered by now.

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "I'm fucking tired. It's no one's fault but mine, so I don't feel like I should get crucified if I take a breather with my shorty."

A light smile spread across her face. She leaned over the console, pressing her lips against his cheek. "I love you," she declared.

Priest licked his lips before forming a smile of his own. "I love you too."

He continued to rip through the streets in his sports car. Britain had to admit, feeling the wind rush past her was liberating. The weather was inviting. Every chance he got, Priest would glance over at her and admire how beautiful her bronze skin looked as it basked in the sun. She was gorgeous, and since finding herself again, she was beginning to look and feel as gorgeous as Priest thought she was.

Eventually, they arrived at a strip of luxury stores that made her mouth grow dry. He knew how much she hated gifts, so he always skipped out on surprising her with anything she thought was too expensive. Britain was like day and night when compared to any of the women he previously dealt with. He remembered having to purchase the most expensive bag in the store to get a genuine expression of gratitude from women. If he ever thought about gifting Britain a bag, he was sure she would scold him for it instead of just accepting it openly. He enjoyed that about her, though. She wasn't easily impressed or moved.

She'd been well taken care of all her life. Priest was probably the closest she'd ever been to full-on luxury, but with her two surgeon parents, she wasn’t too far behind. Things like that didn't excite her, which only made him want to give it to her even more. After finding parking, he put the top back on the vehicle before getting out to assist Britain out. Once out the vehicle, the two remained hand in hand as she allowed him to lead the way since he was much more familiar with the area.