Page 53 of The Love of Priest 2

Britain had gone beyond satisfying him at this point.

If she managed to do all this while in the car, he couldn't imagine what else she had in store for him.

Priest's foot grew heavy on the gas pedal, and he sped through the streets in hopes she wouldn’t lose her momentum before they reached the villa.

Feeling overly accomplished, she cockily reclined her seat, letting him accelerate the vehicle to a high speed.

Once they got to the villa, she shook in laughter at the fact that he parked crazily in the driveway, not bothering to straighten the car.

Killing the engine, he made his way around to assist her out.

Her feet never graced the ground as her hoisted her up bridal stylein his strong arms.

Priest smirked at the sound of Britain's laughter, knowing that she was enjoying the fact that he was carrying her.

She deserved this treatment after what she had done to him on the ride back.

Opening the door of the villa, he kicked it shut behind him before carrying Britain up the spiral staircase and straight into the bedroom.

"Priest, you're still hurt," she reminded him, hoping his healing gunshot wounds would promise her an easy night.

Priest carelessly smacked his lips as they got to the bedroom. "Fuck that," he scoffed.

He sat her down momentarily, allowing her to step out of her Saint Laurent heels and slide her shorts and panties off. His orbs seared into Britain, a sinister look webbing his eyes as she stood before him with her bare, waxed bottom half.

Britain gasped as he suddenly hoisted her back up so her legs were resting on his strong, broad shoulders.

Her back made contact with the bedroom door as he planted her against it, preventing her from getting away from him.

She started a dangerous game, but they were enjoying it more than anything.

His tongue feathered up and down Britain's wet lips, taunting her just as she had taunted him back in the car.

His long, warm tongue found entrance into her wet pussy, tasting and inhaling her sweetness.

Her feet dangled from his shoulders with her toes curling in euphoria as he slurped her pussy up.

He twisted and plunged his tongue into every nook and cranny of Britain's core. He wanted to taste every part of her.

Britain's wetness filled his neatly lined beard as he dug deeper between her legs. "Shit! Priest!" Britain shrieked in ecstasy. Her eyes were now clenched shut as she arched her back away from the wall Priest had her pressed against.

She could hear the sounds of his tongue lapping her pussy. She was intoxicating. Her sweet smell matched her sweet taste that always managed to dance on his tongue even hours after sex. He always enjoyed being face-deep inside of her pussy.

He shifted Britain over a bit so he could support her with only one hand. As he continued to flick his tongue through her wetness, he used his now free hand to glide two of his long fingers deep inside her.

Her pussy coated his fingers with a glistening coat of sweetness as he pumped them in and out of her.

Her moans rattled his ears as she felt him suck on her protruding clit.

She desperately tried to gain some leverage by pushing Priest's hand away, but he was set on torturing her just as she had tortured him in the car.

"Cum for me,Gioia," he encouraged her before returning his face to the fountain between her legs.

With her back arched, Britain howled out an ear-piercing moan as she felt a stream of cum release from her pussy.

Her legs shook violently on Priest's shoulders.

Priest could feel her heavy breathing, and if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he heard her racing heart…

or maybe that was just him being arrogant.

Slurping up each and every last drop of her delectable cum, a devilish smirk played out of his face.

He cautiously brought her down from the wall, carrying her in his muscular arms. He could see the dazed look that filled her eyes, causing him to laugh.

She really thought she had gained the one-up on him, but after he ate her pussy the way he did, she could agree that they were now even.

Priest sat her on the bed, admiring how striking her body looked.

She was art, and he studied her every chance he got.

She kept her pussy waxed and smooth. Her skin glowed against any type of lighting during any season.

Her face was simply stunning. His weakness for Britain was her lips.

He loved how plump and soft they were, and he made it known by kissing her as many times as he could.

"Something wrong?" Britain worriedly asked, confused about why Priest had spent so much time gazing at her aimlessly.

She was completely unaware that he was gawking at her instead of pinpointing something wrong with her body.

His deep stare instantly caused her to use her arms to conceal as much of her body as she could.

Being underneath his gaze without him saying a word was harsh, no matter how many bottles of expensive champagne she had floating through her system.

Priest shook his head slightly. It had been a year since he and Britain met, and they spent that time overcoming one obstacle at a time. She had her highs and lows with confidence. Tonight, Priest definitely assumed she was on a high, but from the looks of it, things had a way of flipping easily.

Priest shook his head, quickly reassuring her. "Nah,Gioia.You're perfect," his baritone voice throated out.

The worry in Britain's face seemingly vanished, making way for a smile.

Priest grabbed her wrists gently, pulling her arms away from her body so he could continue to bask in the entirety of her beauty.

She aided him with getting out of his shirt along with his jeans.

Her focus seemed to have strayed to the bandages that covered his gunshot wounds.

He noticed, which immediately resulted in him gently grabbing her face and steering her eyes back to his.

"Don't worry about that," Priest said, knowing that by now she had already thought of so many ways she could potentially hurt him.

Instead of conceding to her pessimistic thoughts, Britain nodded her head, taking his advice. He lowered his head, applying his lips to hers. They engaged in a slow and fulfilling kiss, their tongues gracing each other. "Go slow," Britain told him once they parted from the kiss.

Priest nodded his head as he centered his shaft at her core. Britain's pussy wet the tip of his dick as he teased her by feathering her lips up and down. Their eyes filled with love and passion as they maintained eye contact.

As requested, Priest slowly slipped his long shaft into her wet, slippery canal. Once he was fully in, he exhaled a heavy breath of relief. Being deep inside her was long overdue at the moment, and now he was basking in it. She was his solace in more ways than one, and he had missed having her.

Keeping the tempo slow, Priest retracted out of her, marveling at the wetness she left behind on his dick.

He rocked his hips into hers at a steady pace, going deep enough to make her stomach tie in knots.

A gasp fled her lips as her mouth hung agape.

"Priest!" she called out as her acrylic nails dug until the smooth skin of his back.

Feeling him deep inside her walls took her breath away.

Every time he rocked himself into her deeper, she would grit out a slew of curse words while throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Grabbing ahold of her hands, he stopped them from scratching up his back.

He laced her fingers between his before holding her hands above her head.

As his hips pivoted into her at the same rhythm, he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, moaning and whispering sweet nothings close to her ear.

A thin layer of sweat had now coated their bodies as they collided.

Priest made sure to hit her spot with each stroke he delivered.

Seeing her face morph into passionate love faces only turned him on more.

Whimpers streamed out of her as she desperately tried to free her hands from the grip he had on them while holding them above her head.

Her deep brown orbs glistened with tears as her makeup began to smudge.

The once flawless application of foundation was stained with trails of tears that cascaded down her face, while her eyeliner now shaded underneath her eyes.

Britain was sure she looked like a fool at the moment, but Priest couldn't have cared less.

Priest was fucking her so good, and as much as she wanted it to last forever, she just couldn't take it.

Her efforts to squirm away from him failed miserably as he quickly released his grip on her hands to secure her curvy hips in place.

"Don't run from me,Gioia," his husky voice strummed through her ears as he continued to glide into her.

A heavy breath and groan emitted from him as she clenched her walls around his veiny dick. "Fuck!" Priest heaved out as his evenly cut fingernails sank into the smooth skin of her waist.

Britain felt herself near her climax. Her back arched from the bed as he picked up the pace of his strokes.

Now, his skin collided with hers loudly as he rammed his dick into her wet pussy.

Ear piercing screams roared out of Britain as she felt her legs tremble.

Priest reached down, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb.

She didn't stand a chance at lasting any longer.

Before she knew it, her creamy cum pooled out of her, coating his dick.

Her orgasm only intensified as Priest continued to roughly rock his hips into hers while rubbing her clit to reach his own climax. Soon after, he howled out a string of grunts as he busted his warm nut into her pussy.