Page 52 of The Love of Priest 2

Chapter Twelve

Priest sent a smack to Britain's rear as they neared the vehicle.

It was approaching three in the morning, and they had just returned from the other side of the island.

The yacht ride back was full of drinks and laughter, as they were in bliss from the proposal.

He allowed her to drink freely, enjoying the sight of her finally relaxing and just enjoying herself without any worries or fear.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk etched on her face. "You on one tonight," Priest chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip.He noticed the hazy look in her eye, which let him know she was lit from all the drinks she had.

Britain nodded in agreement as her smirk spread into an ear-to-ear grin. The thought of having each other tonight was all that raced through their minds. They had been through a lot these past few weeks; it was time to enjoy life and, most importantly, enjoy each other.

Once she was inside the vehicle, Priest pulled the seat belt across her body, securing her in the seat. Making his way around, he got in himself before starting the vehicle. "You better not fall asleep on me either," he warned her as he pulled out of the parking space near the pier.

A bubbly laugh streamed out of her as she reached over to run her fingers through his beard. "I'm not, P," she assured him.

"You enjoyed yourself tonight?" he asked, glancing at her briefly with a light smile on his face.

Britain nodded her head eagerly. "I loved tonight. Thank you for being so great to me," she expressed her gratitude as her hand caressed his face freely.

Priest licked his lips as he nodded his head in an accomplished manner. "Always,Gioia," he told her while applying a light squeeze to her thigh.

Britain rotated slightly to catch a full view of Priest. He was astonishingly handsome; she could gawk at him for hours.

Priest had an appeal and edge to him like no other, from the way his tattoos canvassed his golden skin like fine art down to his hollow eyes that could sear into her soul in seconds.

His sharp jawline seemed like a blessing and a curse to Britain because whenever he would get mad at her and clench his jaws, a part of her would grow distracted and she’d her lose herself in his beautiful bone structure.

He kept himself cleaned up with his weekly edge and beard line-up that allowed his clear skin to glow.

There was truly no better sight than Priest whenever he put himself together with his stylish attire, expensive sneakers and his blinding jewelry. Priest really had it all.

"I need to pull over or something?" A smooth chuckle drifted from Priest as he felt her lusting orbs stare at the side of his face.

She reached over the console, her hand gently resting right over his dick. The minimal touch caused Priest to shift around a bit while his Amiri jeans tightened. "You still know how to multitask, right?" Britain raised a brow.

Priest’s dark orbs darted between Britain and the twisty roads of Ibiza. She was in her bag tonight. She had two rings on her finger, champagne in her system, and a faithful man by her side. This was something to celebrate more than they already had.

"Yeah," Priest nodded confidently.

She unfastened her seat belt at his confirmation. He managed to divide his attention between the road and her as she reached for the button of his jeans. "Two bottles of champagne is all I need to give you for you to act like this?" Priest smirked.

A laugh filtered out of Britain as she shook her head. " Two diamond rings ," she corrected him, causing him to join her in laughter.

Britain unbuttoned his jeans, gliding the zipper down with ease.

His dick stood up like a mound in his briefs.

To prevent becoming distracted, he sat both hands on the wheel.

This amused Britain since he was usually so laid back while driving, sometimes using one hand on the wheel or none at all whenever he felt risky.

Priest felt a shudder thread up his spine as her fingertips slowly stroked his dick.

She hadn't even freed him from his briefs yet, and he already felt like he needed to pull over.

He wasn't sure if it was the champagne mixed with weed in his system, but the slightest touch was beginning to make him feel like he was bound to bust at any second.

"You'll get us to the villa safe and sound.

I trust you," Britain encouraged him with a sweet smile as her cold hands slipped into his briefs.

To keep himself focused, Priest's teeth sank into his tender bottom lip lightly.

Retracting him out of his briefs, she marveled at the sight of his shaft standing tall.

Her mouth salivated as she cupped her left hand around him, stroking him up and down slowly.

A heavy breath rolled out of Priest as he clenched his hands tighter around the steering wheel.

She lowered her head to his dick, kissing along the girth of his shaft.

The lingered kisses traveled back up to this bulging tip that she flicked her tongue around slowly.

Priest desperately tried to remain straight in the lane as Britain took clear advantage of the leverage she had on him.

As she slipped Priest into her warm mouth, her warm jaws wrapped around him, resulting in a light groan that poured from him.

Priest’s eyes briefly peered down at her, mesmerized by the sight of her sucking him off while he was driving.

He had gotten her off while he was driving before, but that was much easier since he was in control and far more vigilant.

Britain's light gags filled the vehicle, drowning out the low music that played from the radio.

She was enjoying every second of this, and it was evident by the way she was rotating her head around and fondling his balls, almost as if she was savoring the moment.

Her mouth opened wider as she willed him to hit the back of her throat.

She could feel Priest's heavy breathing as the car swerved around unsteadily.

Usually, she would have taken that as her cue to stop and resume when they got to their destination, but her judgement was clouded by the top-shelf champagne, so she was risking it all.

Britain felt all types of sexy as she rotated her hands around his dick in opposite directions of each other while bobbing her head up and down.

He felt a thick layer of her spit lubricate his dick as her soft jaws sank inward, latching around him.

The feeling of the flesh of her jaws massaging his dick was delightful.

"Fuck, Brit! You gone fuck around and make me crash," he gritted through clenched teeth. Priest threw his head back against the headrest, forgetting that he was driving just for a split second. The sound of a car honking behind him refocused him and made him realign the vehicle in the correct lane.

During all of this, she didn't stop for anything.

The volume of her gags increased as they sounded through his ears.

Britain's spit dripped down her hands and knuckles, allowing her to wet up his balls as she toyed with them.

"Alright, alright! Chill!" Priest desperately called out to Britain, hoping to get her to stop so he could safely drive them to the villa.

With her jaws suctioned inward, she popped him out of her mouth, causing him to release a relieved breath.

A smug look of amusement smeared her face as she eyed Priest. He had his jaws clenched tightly while he drove steadily to regain his focus.

He reached down to conceal his erect dick back into his brief, but Britain swatted his hand away. "I'm not finished," she told him.

Priest chuckled. "Gioia,I'm driving," he reminded her as he pointed to the windshield, directing her attention to the road ahead of them.

Britain reached over the center console, wrapping her left hand around his shaft again. Her spit remained glistening on his dick, making it easy for her to jerk him off. "I thought you could multitask?" She furrowed her perfectly arched brows, turning her lips up in confusion.

Priest cleared his throat, suppressing a grunt that threatened to slip out of him.

Britain continued to glide her hand up and down his dick, every so often circling the pad of her thumb around the tip.

Whenever he would get too caught up in bliss, she would order him to focus on the road.

Having him weak like soft putty in her hand was really thrilling for her.

Usually, the roles were reversed, but now, he was getting a taste of his own medicine.

Britain felt him stiffen in her hold, which only made her motion her slippery hands up and down faster.

He felt himself getting close to his climax, and she knew it wouldn't be long before his warm nut came leaking out of him.

Before he could cum in her hands, she quickly lowered her mouth on him, allowing him to bust in her mouth.

His nut seeped onto the soft bristles of her tongue, traveling to the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Brit!" Priest groaned as he retired one hand from the steering wheel to clench her hair. Britain eased him out of her mouth, sealing the moment with a kiss on the tip of his dick.

As Priest panted heavily, his orbs shifted from the road to Britain, shooting her a look of disbelief. She batted her lashes, a look of innocence masking her face. "Eyes on the road, P," she told him before concealing his shaft into his briefs for him.