Page 23 of The Love of Priest 2

Breathlessly, he kept his grip locked in her hair. By her waist, he pulled her up to smash his lips into hers. The kiss deepened as their tongues sloppily lapped over each other. Priest's hand gripped her waist, aligning her so his dick was at her pussy.

In the midst of their heated kiss, he lowered her down onto his shaft. His dick penetrating deep inside of her caused her to pull from the kiss, a sharp breath filling her lungs. Their ears filled with the sound of her wetness drowning Priest’s dick as she bounced up and down on him.

He gave her free will to find her own rhythm, which set the tone for the night. Her bouncing was accompanied by her ample and perky breasts that bounced along with her. His even-cut nails sank into her skin as she grinded her hips for him.

She kept her hands planted in his chest, their eye contact never growing weak. As she took his nine inches of glory deep within her walls, she threw her head back in ecstasy as her mouth fell agape. "Priest!" she crooned out his name in her angelic voice.

Sweat masked their smooth skin as heat filled the room.

The impact of their skin colliding vibrated throughout the bedroom.

Priest was pleasantly surprised to see that Britain kept her eyes locked with his and didn't shy away.

No matter how good she was at something, she always needed reassurance.

Priest could tell that tonight, there was no need to encourage her to take charge.

She was in her bag, and he wasn't going to interrupt.

"Fuck,Gioia! You fucking my head up with this pussy," Priest throated out as he inflicted a rough smack across her ass.

He angled his body upward, no longer wanting to lay down.

His long, strong, tattoo-covered arms wrapped tightly around her as he pulled her close.

Her hands had strayed away from his chest and traveled to his broad shoulders for support to continue riding his dick.

She put a deeper arch in her back, causing friction against her throbbing clit with each bounce.

Priest’s sweet nothings he whispered in her ears caused her heart to flutter as her stomach tied in knots.

"I'm about to cum, Brit," his rugged voice crooned out as he felt his dick stiffen for the second time.

With their orbs never parting from each other, Britain nodded as she bucked her hips and quickened her pace.

As Priest busted his warm nut inside of her pussy, she creamed all over his dick. Their lips entangled into another sloppy yet passionate kiss as they landed on the bed together. "I love you, G," Priest professed once they parted from the kiss.

"I love you too, P," she breathlessly responded.Unbeknownst to them, they had stayed up until two in the morning. Neither was tired, so like any other time, they stayed up and talked. Britain rested her head on his chest, enjoying the steady sound of his heartbeat in her ear.

"How you feel about leaving New York?" Priest asked her as his fingertips traced small circles on the skin of his shoulder.

Britain scoffed lightly. "To go to New Jersey?" she questioned him.

Priest chuckled lightly. "I was thinking farther than Jersey,Gioia," he stated as he shifted his eyes from the ceiling and set them on her.

"How far?"

Priest sighed before responding to her. "Another time zone type far."

Britain lifted her head from his chest so they were face to face. "Spill it, Priest," she ordered him.

He smacked his lips. "Spill what, Britain? It was just a question."

She knew Priest too well. He was a mastermind and a calculated thinker. If he was asking, then he already had it in motion. "You already have something lined up."

A guilty look etched his face before a defeated breath drifted out of him. "Aight. I do have something lined up, but it doesn't matter ‘cause you're so closed-minded," he shrugged in a dismissive manner.

Britain pursed her lips. She had heard many complaints about how closed-minded she was.

She was an optimist for others, and she encouraged everyone to push themselves to do the unbelievable, but she had always stayed within her own limits and boundaries.

That was just the way she liked to live.

"I'm not closed-minded," she refuted. "I just like to stay safe and aware. "

"Which is not wrong, but you have to live,Gioia.”

She liked staying within her limits and knowing what to expect at all times.

She knew it wasn't necessarily the best thing to do since she could miss out on opportunities and thrilling experiences, but the alternative was hard for her.

Every time she tried pushing her limits and stepping past her boundaries, something always ended up burning her, and she hated that.

"You're the biggest risk I've ever taken," Britain admitted.

"How's it going for you?" he asked.

She smiled up at him. "I flip out on you a lot, only because you do the craziest things, but this is the happiest I've been since I can remember.” The circumstances were different, and she was starting to come to terms with the fact that if she remained with him, the circumstances would always be different.

If he wasn't scaring her shitless half the time, he was keeping her out the loop, but he made sure to always accommodate her needs.

Priest always took care of her, and she hadn't had that in a long time.

He made her a priority and respected her highly.

Their relationship may not have been fit for others, but it was perfect for her.

Priest kissed her forehead, causing her smile to widen. "I was thinking Italy," he confessed. "Come visit me just for a couple weeks. If you like it, you stay longer."

"Italy," Britain breathed out. "I thought you said you wouldn't be able to join me in Italy," she murmured, reminding him of what he told her on the yacht.

Priest tangled their fingers together before bringing her hand up to his lips. "I told you. I have it handled," he asserted.

Britain bit down on her bottom lip. "What's out there in Italy for me? What would be promising enough to make me want to stay longer than just a couple days?" she asked with a piqued interest.

Priest licked his lips as his dark orbs peered down at her. "I'm really leaning on you taking a leap of faith with me, but if you can't then?—"

"Answer the question, P," she interjected his suave spill that would have instantly persuaded her to drop everything she had in New York to follow him to Italy.

In contemplation, he bit down on his lip lightly before exhaling a deep breath. "Nothing," he confirmed with a shrug.

"Exactly, Priest. This isn't me being closed-minded or even not wanting to be with you in Italy.

This is about how suddenly you expect me to adapt.

Without questions. Just a smile and a nod because I love you.

" Although her words seemed to have been chastising him, her tone was soft and understanding.

It was now that she was beginning to realize that they were on the same page with mostly everything except the pace of life. Priest liked jumping from one thing to another. That was what he was accustomed to. Britain, on the other hand, needed time and reassurance.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, realizing how overwhelming it may have been for him to propose such a huge decision like Italy as more than just a vacation to Britain.

Britain returned her head to his chest, her fingertips tracing the tattoos that inked his skin. "If you handled it like you claim you have, then you don't have to continue living like every day is your last," she said to him before shuttering her eyelids to attempt to get some sleep.

Priest offered her no response, maybe because he really didn't have one. Britain was absolutely right.

TRIBECA, NEW YORK

The weeks drifted away swiftly, quicker than Britain really expected. The following week, Priest was set to return to trial, and Britain, by choice, was oblivious to much of what was going on.

Britain was a reporter. She could have had all the information she wanted at her fingertips if she wanted to.

However, her curiosity and urge to know had just faded.

What was the point? Whatever happened was just meant to happen.

Even if things didn't go as planned, Priest was going to find a way to untangle himself from whatever issue he found himself in.

Instead of stressing herself about Priest's dealings, Britain had spent her time focusing on what Priest considered truly important: herself.

The previous week, The New York Times thought it would have been fitting to publish one of Britain's “Humans of New York” spreads that she had personally sent into Frankie before she was fired for being involved with Priest.At first, Britain couldn't help but smile at the sight of her name in the byline of the page in The Times , but she soon came to realization.

Frankie had not only fired her while she was delivering the best work to ever grace the pages of The Times , but she was now using her work without pay her for it.

It didn't take rocket science to see that Frankie was trying to get her attention without killing her pride by picking up the phone and apologizing for not giving her a second chance.

As expected and like Britain knew Frankie wanted, Britain reached out first. Frankie would have never done that. Britain was mostly jeering at her for actually publishing her “Humans of New York” piece without any permission from her, but then Frankie cut to the chase.

"Look, I need your help," Frankie admitted.

Britain halted her pacing against the cold floors of Priest's bedroom. This drew Priest’s attention from his phone and caused his eyes to trail up to her. "For what, Frankie? Did you forget that you fired me?" Britain reminded her.