Page 74 of The Love of Priest 2

A smooth chuckle rolled out of him. It was like her to take control during their heated sex sessions, whether she was controlling the tempo of him plowing his dick deep inside of her guts or her bluntly telling him how she wanted to be fucked from position to position.

She was a different caliber of woman, and that alone made him lose sight of his initial intentions.

The sounds of him slurping up her pussy brought her joy. Jazzlyn tossed her head back, causing her thick mane to sprawl across the couch. Despite Cameron being a headache whenever he got too into his feelings, she could admit that he fucked her good.

"Shit, Cameron!" Jazzy gritted as she felt the tip of his tongue swirl her pulsating clit.

Because her legs were hiked up on his broad shoulders, it was a natural reaction for her to clench her legs when he was hitting the right spot. To prevent her from doing that, Cameron placed his hands at her inner thighs, opening them wider so he could bury his face deeper.

Her breathing hitched as he picked up the pace of his tongue. He moved it every which way, making sure to taste her entirely. His tongue reached every cranny her pussy had to offer before he sucked on her clit.

Jazzy felt the pressure increase in her stomach as her back arched from the couch.

Her toned legs stiffened as they shook slightly from the feeling of the body-quivering orgasm he cast upon her.

Moans exhaled out of her breathlessly as she buried his head deeper into her pussy.

His tongue lapped in delight, collecting all the sweetness that came dripping out of her.

He finished her off by swirling the tip of his tongue around her swollen and throbbing clit again and then sealing it with a light kiss.

Jazzy then retired her limp legs from his shoulders.

Cameron caught the notion, resulting in him standing to his feet, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.

As she steadied her breathing, she watched as he stripped from his jeans and briefs, allowing his long, thick dick to stand at attention.

Instantaneously, Jazzy reached out and wrapped her hands around the girth of his dick.

Tauntingly, she brushed the pad of her thumb against the bulging tip, causing him to clench his jaws as he peered down at her through his oak brown eyes.

She stood up, and his eyes trailed her the entire time.

With her hand still wrapped around him, she slowly stroked back and forth.

She managed to maneuver toward her purse, still stroking him with one hand.

With her free hand, she reached into her purse, extracting a rubber that she knew she would be making use of when she agreed to meet with Cameron.

With ease, she tore the wrapper open before rolling it onto his full length.

From there, she pushed him onto the couch where his shaft remained erect and standing at attention.

As she stood over him with her beautifully sculpted body on full display, a devilish smirk graced her face.

She positioned herself over his shaft as she straddled his lap.

Her hand found its way around his neck as she inched herself down his pipe with her bottom lip crannied between her perfectly aligned teeth.

A heavy breath blew out of him as he tossed his head back in euphoria. Jazzy had been withholding herself from him, and rightfully so after the shit he pulled by telling everyone they were exclusive. Being balls deep inside of her now brought him nothing but bliss.

She bounced up and down, making sure to roll her hips to create a perfect rhythm for herself.

Jazzy was enjoying every second of this.

She was getting her final fix before Cameron did yet another thing to piss her off and cause her to drop him again.

With all the shit she had going on with taking up all the responsibilities Priest left her with, she felt like she deserved some good dick.

Cameron thrusted his hips upward, causing their skin to roughly collide.

She threw her head back in euphoria as his hands continued to roam her body.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, giving them a light squeeze as she continued to roll her hips while riding him.

In the distance, her phone sounded off in her purse and caught her attention immediately.

Her head drifted in the direction of her purse, urging her to grab her phone.

In the midst of the steamy sex session, her attention was partially withdrawn, which caused Cameron to grab ahold of her face, steering her head back to him.

"Fuck," Jazzy moaned. "I have to get that," she told him as he continued to pivot his hips into her.

Leaning toward her, he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, applying a few kisses onto her smooth skin. "No, you don't," he ordered her as his hands graced down to her ass.

She gazed at Cameron for a short while, hoping she could ignore her phone sounding off in her purse.

The ringing stopped briefly, which relieved her since she didn't want to stop fucking him until she came all on his dick.

Just as she felt herself reaching her peak, her phone sounded off again.

This would serve as the fourth phone call, which let her know whoever was calling needed to speak to her.

In frustration, she groaned as she interrupted their rhythm by rising to her feet.

"C'mon! What the fuck you doing?" A tone of annoyance drenched Cameron's words as he eyed her in clear agitation.

"I have to get the phone, Cameron," she snapped at him as she made her way toward her purse. She reached into her bag, extracting the device. The screen lit up with missed calls from an Italian area code, which let Jazzy know that it was Priest who was trying to contact her all this time.

She quickly raked her mind of what he could possibly need at the moment.

Once she realized the time, it dawned on her that she missed Britain's arrival, which Priest had been preparing her for since a few days before.

"Shit," she cursed as she dropped her phone back into the bag.

She quickly scrambled for her undergarments and clothes, leaving Cameron in confusion.

"What the fuck, Jazzy?" Cameron scoffed as he watched her hastily pull up her panties, followed by her jeans.

She offered him no response as she buttoned her jeans before slipping her top back on with ease.

She returned to standing tall in her heels before grabbing her bag and exiting the hotel room without another word.

She had fucked up, and by the number of phone calls she got from Priest, she knew he was well aware.

She made her way down to the lobby, where she was able to retrieve her car from the valet. Once in the car, she proceeded in the direction of the penthouse.

Priest never really asked for much, but whenever he did ask for a favor, it was in everyone's best interest to follow suit. In this case, all he asked was for Jazzy to serve Britain with a warm welcome upon her landing in New York. He knew Britain would’ve much rather stayed with her father Remy or even at her parents’, Seven and Henderson's, place than his penthouse with solely Jazzy.

She wanted to be surrounded by family, but with the current circumstances, he just couldn't risk it.

With her living arrangements not going how she had planned, Priest still wanted her to make the best of her trip back home, which was why Jazzy was supposed to be there with open arms. Instead, Britain was welcomed by a huge penthouse that was quiet and empty.

Jazzy shook her head, shaming herself. She had gotten so caught up in her and Cameron's bullshit that she had fumbled the only thing Priest asked of her.

It was definitely a bad look for Britain to show up in the city and not be welcomed by anyone.

Jazzy was sure Priest would have some words for her about her lack of reliability when it came to coming through for him.

In under half an hour, Jazzy arrived at the penthouse.

Her brows furrowed once she noticed the lack of security guarding the perimeter of the building.

She exhaled a heavy groan before turning her car into a parking space.

Getting out, she made her way toward the elevators, applying her hand on the scanner and gaining immediate access.

She took the lift up, and the door opened to the penthouse.

Stepping inside and glancing around, she caught no sight of Britain.

"Fuck," she cursed as she reached into her bag to extract her phone.

Another sigh heaved out of her as she returned one of Priest's missed calls. It was answered in no time without even a greeting. "I asked for one fucking thing, yo!" Priest frustratedly spat.

"I know," Jazzy sighed and face palmed herself. "Did she tell you where she went?"

Priest brows furrowed. "What the fuck you mean where she went ?! She ain't there?!"

Jazzy pursed her lips, wishing she hadn't said anything since she only made it worse for herself.

She began striding toward Priest's old bedroom where Britain would have been residing if she stayed.

She applied a light knock before pushing the door open.

Sure enough, it was as empty as Priest left it when he set out to Italy.

"No sign of her," Jazzy clarified with a huff of air.

Frustrated, Priest ran his hand down his face.

He didn't know who to be more frustrated with: Jazzy since she didn't follow through with what he requested of her, or Britain because she left even after he explained why he wanted her at the penthouse.

Priest was having a hard time dealing. He was so used to being hands-on with everything.

Now, with him being in Italy, all he could do was send a text or a phone call. That alone drove him up the wall.

"Man," Priest smacked his lips in disappointment. "‘Preciate you for fucking this up," he slyly let out before ending the call.