Page 14 of The Love of Priest 2

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 he combined 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 from the 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.

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 that she'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 whenever she 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.