Page 22 of The Love of Priest 2

He reached over with ease, grabbing her raw shea butter container.

He pulled the lid off, taking a good amount before melting it down in the friction of his hands.

He proceeded to moisturize her back like he did whenever she asked him to.

Her body relaxed at his soft touch. "I love you," he professed to her before sitting a kiss onto her cheek.

Britain’s hand reached up, her fingers running through his neatly lined beard. "I love you too, P," she replied with an infectious smile.

Rotating around to face him, she draped her arms loosely around his neck, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his lips. "I'm glad we could come to an understanding,Gioia. However?—"

Britain screwed up her face at him in confusion. "Did you just however me? After all you did today?" she asked for clarification.

A smooth chuckle flowed out of him as he nodded his head in confirmation. "I did. I made one request," he reminded her as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

Britain could hear the lecturing tone peeking through his voice, which ultimately caused her to sigh defeatedly.

She was on the verge of pleading her case about why she left the Hamptons to return to the city after he issued specific orders not to, but Priest quickly interjected.

"Let me talk," he ordered with a warning eye.

She pursed her lips shut before nodding her head.

"I don't give orders just because. If I want you in the Hamptons, your best bet is to stay in the damn Hamptons, Britain.

Jazzy follows orders, and so does Taylor and Jadey when given by J'Ru and Kaymen, so something tells me that you were the ringleader behind it all. "

A guilty look spread across her face as she briefly looked away from Priest. "In my defense, we all were pretty worried."

Priest smacked his lips. "Bullshit! Jazzy of all people knows when to and when not to intervene."

"Okay, fine." Britain threw her head back in defeat. "She didn't want to come, but I couldn't help myself. I'm not accustomed to being out of the loop. I know everything, and I assist. This takes a lot of getting used to, especially when my man gets splattered with brains on live television."

Priest could tell Britain was pretty serious, but he couldn't help but find her amusing.

Sure, it was surreal, but she made things so casual.

"No one would get used to that, but you need to learn how to listen .

I like the fact that you're stubborn, strong willed and all those other things that make you a pain in my ass, but today, that could have made things way worse,"Priest chastised her, which caused her to breath out heavily with a roll of her eyes as if she was a bratty teenager.

"Alright, I admit that was a bit irrational and it wasn’t the best idea," she told him, despite her pride. "However, that doesn't excuse what you did."

"Never said it did. We both know I fucked up today, but that's expected," he jokingly waved off the notion, causing Britain to laugh.

"I think we've gotten a little predictable," she joked.

"We have," he agreed. "But I like it."

He lowered his head to the crook of her neck.Britain rolled her eyes as she felt his gentle kisses along her neck trail up toward her jawline."You don't deserve me tonight," she teased him as she clutched her towel around herself tighter.

Priest lifted his head, eyeing her. "Word?"

"Word," she confirmed.

Priest scoffed as he effortlessly lifted her over his shoulder.

Her contagious laughter filled the room as he waded toward her bed.

As she hung upside down over his shoulder, he sent a smack to her rear, causing her to wince lightly.

"I hate you so much," she let out as Priest tossed her onto the bed.

"What I tell you about saying things you don't mean, Brit?" He smirked down at her.

She waved him off. "I said what I said," she scoffed jokingly.

"Bet," he said in a challenging tone.

Vivacious laughter roared out of Britain as he ridded her of the towel. "You are relentless." She shook her head shamefully at him.

"Most definitely,Gioia," he agreed with her, his words merged with a chuckle. Figuring he was determined to have his way with her tonight, Britain pulled him down to her so their lips could touch. They sensually lapped against each other's lips in a passionate kiss.

She sucked lightly on his bottom lip, basking in the kiss.

As much as she tried to restrain herself from thinking about the situation, her mind couldn't help but land back on it.

Since nothing had been confirmed or denied by Priest, as far as she knew, she could have lost him.

Not knowing whether another bullet would be soaring over the crowd and landing right into his chest or skull had her panicked.

She couldn't bare losing him suddenly, not after they had just had a joyful conversation that ended in laughter and I love yous.

Britain knew she would never get the chance to catch a sneak peak of death, but if Priest was ever killed, she would want to be prepared.

She would want to be with him just to have some final moments.

Everything just shook her up pretty bad, but for Priest's sake, she was sucking it up and adapting, just as he would for her.

She pulled her lips from his once she felt his two fingers brush against the thick lips of her pussy.

The teasing touch caused her to purr out a moan that he couldn't help but chuckle at.

He lowered his head, his tongue swirling around her erect nipple.

Britain bit down on her bottom lip with deep anticipation as she felt Priest's fingers glide into her wetness.

A heavy and flustered breath aired out of her as she tried hard to contain herself.

His touch was intoxicating—so intoxicating that she could go without him penetrating her tight walls.

She would be sufficed with just foreplay alone.

As much as he tried convincing her that it was all a mental thing, she just couldn't belittle his talent like that.

He was special, and every time his fingertips graced her skin or his lips kissed hers, she was reminded of how blessed she was to have a man like him.

Priest’s fingers pushed deeper into her wetness, causing her walls to instantly clench around him. Slowly, his fingers stroked in and out of her. Her breathing hiked progressively as she tried to keep herself from cumming all over his fingers.

As of lately, sex had been less instructional. He had assessed her limits well enough to know what drove her crazy and what made her not want to be touched again. Not only was he being pleasured, but he also got a kick out of her being so damn weak.

"Alright!" Britain gasped as her hand clenched around Priest's wrist. He had just curved his two fingers upward, ever so slightly grazing her spot, thus bringing her to the brink of a stomach-knotting orgasm.

Priest’s rugged chuckle flowed through her ears as his fingers glided out of her. She laid on her back, cutting her eyes at him. "Y'know, the longer we stay together, the more I'll know your body, and the better I'll get," Priest enlightened her arrogantly.

She rolled her eyes at the fact that he found amusement in anything that drove her up the wall. "I thought we were humble, Reverend ?" she teased him.

Priest scoffed lightly. "That humble shit went out the window when I made you cum six times in one day, Paris ." He waved her off as he landed in the bed next to her.

Britain took initiative by climbing on top of him.

Her gentle hands were planted against his built, tattooed chest as his dark and hollow orbs seared into her.

His hands ran from her rear to her petite waist as he admired her bare body.

"My vibrator used to do the same thing," Britain slyly retorted.

Her hand had now made its way to Priest's erect dick.

She smirked as she felt him melt away like puddy in her hands.

With her hand cupped around his thick shaft, she slowly stroked him, her thumb caressing the tip of his dick.

His jaws clenched as his eyes continued to stare into her. "I don't need batteries." He was able to sputter out the smug remark before a grunt escaped his throat as Britain took him into her mouth.

Feeling her warm jaws around his shaft was pure bliss. He was sure she was going to take full advantage of the moment.Her light gags filled his ears as she locked eyes with him while his dick slipped closer to the back of her throat.

Her hair had fallen from the towel it was wrapped in. He reached down, brushing her curly tresses from her face.

The flesh of Britain's jaws felt just as good as her tight pussy when she was wrapped around him.

Her hands gripped him nicely, as she fondled his dick. She twisted them in alternating directions as her spit pooled out of her mouth, trickling down to her knuckles and into her palms. "Fuck, Brit," he moaned as he tilted his head back.

He managed to recompose himself, bringing his attention back to her and watching as she let a generous amount of spit string out of her mouth and onto his balls. She lathered them before taking them into her mouth. Multitasking, she continued to work magic with her hands.

Her soft eyes locked with his as she basked in his vulnerability in the moment.

She batted her soft lashes, evoking another loud moan from him.

Priest wasn't the only one who had done his studying.

She knew how to please him just as well as he knew how to please her.

She was his twin flame. It was almost as if they had imprinted themselves on each other.

He stiffened in her grip as her tongue slowly trailed from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip. Her pace quickened as spit pooled out of her mouth. He expanded in her mouth before erupting, his warm nut spilling onto her tongue to be swallowed.