Page 9 of The Love of Priest 2

Britain bit down on her bottom lip, deep in thought.

She didn't want to just render him a quick response because it was evident that this had truly impacted him.

After a brief moment just to gather her thoughts, the only response she felt was suitable was a question.

"You ever think that maybe he couldn't do it either?

" she questioned with a slight raise of her brow.

Priest smacked his lips loudly. "Nah. If looks could kill, I would've been dead." Priest shook his head.

"But you aren't.”

"For how long, though?" Priest countered.

Britain let out a heavy sigh of defeat. "Don't think like that, Priest."

"That's the only way I can think. There's always a fucking catch with Leonard… always,” he emphasized, hoping Britain would understand that whatever she was thinking wasn't what it was.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Britain asked, her innocence shining right through the question.

Priest chuckled lightly, amused by Britain's lack of understanding. "I should've never mentioned this to you," he mumbled in regretfully as he pecked her lips.

"What? Why? I thought we were transparent with each other." She fused her brows together as her face revealed her deep confusion.

"You can't introduce light to darkness without dimming it," he spoke to her cryptically.

Britain rolled her eyes, recognizing that she was the light, and his business was darkness. "What if it brightens the darkness instead?" She folded her arms across her chest, proud of the question she had come back with.

Priest smirked down at her as he grabbed her chin, tilting her head up so she could eye him. "I love your willingness,Gioia, but you can't light up a life of sin.”

Defeated, Britain decided to pick her battles wisely and just let it go. "Question," she probed.

"Shoot.”

"I know you enough to be in love with you, but will I ever know you enough to not be?"

Priest kept a clear divide between what Britain knew about him and what she didn't. He trusted her with his life, but he just couldn't trust her fear and judgment.

He didn't want to scare her off or cause her to believe that he wasn't who he presented to her.

The Priest she knew would never be known by the world, just like the Priest the world knew would never be known by her.

Priest shook his head as his eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. "You know everything you need to know. Your perception of me is exactly who I am—who I truly am," he asserted with a trusting tone.

"I will never love you any less." Britain wrapped her arms around him while his head nestled into the crook of her neck.

"I know that," Priest confirmed. "But somethings are better left unknown."

"For my best interest?"

Priest lifted his head from the crook of her neck, nodding his head. "For your best interest." He craned down, pressing his tender lips against her plump ones.

The kiss grew heated and passionate once he parted her lips with his tongue. They kissed slowly, savoring the moment with each other. Priest’s hands maneuvered from being planted on either side of her to the hem of her scrubs.She nodded, giving him the clearance to strip her from her top.

They parted from the kiss momentarily as he lifted the shirt above her head, tossing it to the side. "We really gonna do this in the kitchen?" Britain laughed lightly in the midst of their kiss.

Priest smirked. "I mean, why not?" He mocked her with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled the strings on the waistband of her scrubs.

Now bare, she was lifted by Priest with ease and sat back onto the counter.

He had his bottom lip bitten between his porcelain white teeth as lust invaded his eyes.

Thrilled by their spontaneous sex session that was on the verge of beginning, she hungrily crashed her lips into his as he positioned her legs open.

He wasted no time feathering his fingers over her slits that quickly grew wet at just the sight of him.

His orbs locked with hers as his thumb to slowly circled her clit.

She suppressed her moan by biting down on her bottom lip gently.

Gazing into his eyes, she felt her body grow aroused.

Her nipples grew erect as her pussy grew even wetter.

They had gone some time without each other, and now that things were resolved, their bodies craved each other more than ever.

He craned his head down, fluttering slow, wet kisses on her bare chest before taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Simultaneously, he plunged two fingers deep within her.

Britain's bottom lip popped from between her teeth as she shuddered out a moan.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her wetness, his tongue circled around her sensitive nipple.

He sucked on her breast before biting down on her nipple lightly to weave in some pain with her pleasure.

She reached down, retracting his wrist so his fully lubricated fingers glided out of her with ease.

With a smirk etched on his face, he raised his glossy fingers to her lips, allowing her to suck on them slowly, leaving them completely clean.

The look he gave her let her know she had appeased him, which caused her to mirror his smirk on her face.

Britain then toyed with the buckle of his belt, causing him to chuckle.

He went ahead and undid his belt, along with the button and the zipper of his designer jeans.

He let his jeans and briefs fall to his ankles.

Aroused by Britain's perfectly sculpted body and the soft look in her eyes, Priest's dick stood erect while her mouth watered in anticipation at the sight of all his glory.

Her small hands wrapped around the girth of his long dick and stroked him.

Britain brought his dick to her lips, teasingly kissing and swirling her tongue around the tip.

Slowly, she slipped him into the warmness of her mouth, her soft jaws gracing his skin.

Peering down at her, he couldn't help but feel content with being in this moment with her.

Her light gags filled his ears as she locked eyes with him while his dick slid closer to the back of her throat.

"You going crazy right now, Brit," he slurred, overwhelmed by her mouthpiece.

His encouragement made her feel even sexier as she twisted her hands in opposite directions of each other around his dick.

A thick layer of Britain's spit lubricated his dick before she suctioned her cheeks inward while bobbing her head back and forth.

The warmth of her mouth massaging his dick was delightful.

Priest could feel his jaws clench and tighten as her gags grew louder.

Her spit had now oozed down her hands and knuckles as she massaged his balls in her small hands.

She slowly slipped Priest out of her mouth.

He watched as she seductively puckered her plump lips, kissing down his shaft.

At his balls, she opened her mouth, taking them in.

Her hands continued stroking him slowly as they slid up and down his dick that was slippery with her spit.

"Fuck, Brit," Priest gritted out as his hand clenched a handful of her tresses that were pulled into a high ponytail on top of her head.

Her spit trailed down her chin sloppily as she continued to suck on his balls.

She never disconnected eye contact from Priest as she pleasured his body with her mouth.

With Priest's grip still on her hair, he guided her back to his dick, which she took into her mouth with ease.

Her gags fluttered throughout the kitchen as she shoved his dick toward the back of her throat again.

She pulled her mouth back up to the tip where a thick layer of spit pooled out as she swirled her tongue over it.

Priest could feel himself grow stiffer, and Britain immediately realized he was about to bust. With that innocent look in her eye, she retracted him from her mouth fully, sticking her tongue out.

With her right hand wrapped around the girth of his veiny dick, she tapped his dick against her tongue as his cum shot out, coating the bristles of her tongue with his thick, warm nut.

A heavy groan escaped Priest once he released his first nut, which Britain swallowed with full delight.

Looking up at him with her bottom lip pinned between her teeth, her orbs filled with lust. Priest reached down, wrapping his hand loosely around her neck and pulling her up to her feet, where they collided with each other for another passionate kiss.

They were both feverish and anxious to be with each other, so it took no time for Priest to lift Britain off her feet and wrap her legs around his torso.

Britain locked her arms around his neck to ensure that she wouldn't fall as he unwrapped her legs to open them wider to emulate the perfect butterfly.

At the feeling of his erect dick sliding into her tight, wet walls, Britain moaned in the midst of their kiss, and he furthered himself inside of her.

He pressed her up against the counter roughly as he unhooked her arms from around his neck. Securing his hands around her wrists, he locked Britain's hands above her head as he thrusted inside of her.

"P-Priest!" Britain sputtered breathlessly as he continued to rock his hips into hers.

Having him deep within her caused a rush of emotions to flow through her body.

There was no way she could just let him go.

There was no one who would be able to make her feel the way he made her feel while in the moment, whether it was physical, emotional, or even mental.

He knew how to navigate her highs and lows.

Priest had her all figured out. That was why she loved him so much.