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"I love your smile," Britain complimented him, cupping the sides of his face like she always did, immediately causing Priest to retire his wide smile and offer a much lighter one.

"I would say I love yours too, but I know how you get when I draw unwanted attention to it," Priest mocked her.

"Stop," Britain whined.

"I ain't do nothing." Priest shrugged. "I just feel like you let your insecurities dictate too much in your life. You don't even smile in pictures," he pointed out.

Britain shrugged. Priest always liked going deep on her. Sometimes, Britain just wanted to enjoy light conversation, but Priest managed to delve into the deepest parts of her soul and mind so damn effortlessly.

"Okay, Mr. Colgate Smile." She threw up a sarcastic set of jazz hands. "Just because you flash a smile in every picture in the newspaper doesn't mean I can. My smile isn't all perfect like yours."

Priest smacked his lips, shaking his head at her. "The fact that it's not perfect is what makes it perfect. Clearly this ain't a conversation you're willing to have, especially not here," he concluded before sitting the rolled Wood between his lips and lighting it.

For the rest of the night, Priest and Britain enjoyed the vibes the party offered. Britain had gotten accustomed to not being addressed by anyone. She was with Priest, and that was enough information for them.

J'Ru and Kaymen both noticed Priest's close interactions with Britain. J'Ru, who only knew her because she was Remy's daughter, greeted her with respect since she was fathered by a man he respected highly and was being courted by his brother. Things between Britain and Kaymen were a lot more laid back and chill since they both mutually cared so much for Jadey.

J'Ru looked as though he wanted to ask questions, and Priest knew it was only because he wanted to be prepared if Priest and Britain got serious. Kaymen on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less. He was the more laid-back type who didn't give a damn about much of anything unless it put him in a sticky situation. Priest's and Britain's situation was an odd one since the two of them were the last people he would have thought would hit it off, but he also knew opposites truly attract.

"Coming back to my place?" Britain asked as he cornered her against her car, peering down at her.

Priest licked his lips. "That'll be three nights in a row," he reminded her. "You sure I'm not wearing out my welcome?"

"I'm aware," Britain replied, smiling up at him. "And if you were, I wouldn't be expecting you for a fourth night."

Priest chuckled. "I don't know about a fourth night, Gioia."

Britain smirked with a slight nod of her head. "We'll see." Arrogance leaked from her tone as she got into her car without saying anything more.

Sure enough, Priest got into his vehicle and trailed behind her to her apartment. Once they arrived and entered the apartment, Britain and Priest both slipped out of their shoes. Britain led the way to her bedroom where they had been frequenting for the past few days. She was sure that since Priest came into her life, she had made more use of her Netflix subscription than she ever had before. However, because she spent so much time watching Netflix and spending her time with Priest, she had grown slightly disconnected from “Humans of New York.” Britain wasn't blaming Priest for anything. She just couldn't find it in herself to spark interest in someone else's story when Priest was still telling her his. His story was suspenseful and mind grasping, and so far, no one else's had come close to his.

Priest turned his phone off, sitting it on the nightstand adjacent to her bed. Britain realized he had been doing that lately. She didn't mind. She was just curious. "Made you turn your phone off?" Britain smirked as she tied her hair into a low ponytail.

Priest chuckled. His dark eyes were practically shuttered shut due to the number of blunts he smoked throughout the day. Shockingly, he still managed to be alert, even though he looked to be knocked off his square.

Priest took a seat at the side of Britain's bed closest to the door. He had grown accustomed to the spot, and Britain kept it prepped with three pillows for him in contrast to the one pillow she preferred at night.

"You always have my attention." He licked his lips. Britain couldn't help but to be enslaved by his rugged looks. He had this toughness that meshed perfectly with his gentleness, and Britain loved it. "You look shocked. Tell me what's up."

Britain sighed before shrugging. "Priest, I have a fucked-up past," she openly admitted.

Priest nodded. "Elaborate for me." He waved her over so she could sit.

Britain shuffled her way over, taking a seat next to him. She couldn't muster up the courage to look Priest in the eye. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead, eyeing the display of black and white vintage aesthetic photos she had pinned on her wall. Many of the photos were of different sights she managed to capture in the moment, along with a few photos of herself.

"Remember when I told you if I was able to face the woman I was before, I wouldn't be able to recognize her?" Britain asked him.

Priest nodded. "Yeah, we talked about growth that night." He refreshed his own memory.

"I still have a lot of growing to do myself," Britain admitted shamefully.

Priest ran a hand down his face. He was being patient with her; however, he was beginning to feel like Britain was speaking in code. "You're telling me all this to say…?"

"I don't want to inform you of my past because I don’t want you to be aware of the type of disrespect I allowed," Britain sighed.

Priest understood Britain's logic, but he didn't agree with it. Revisiting his past was something he did constantly. It not only humbled him, but it also smartened him as well.

Britain thought pushing things far behind her was healthy when, in reality, it wasn't. "I haven't disrespected you in a way. Have I?" he asked for clarification.

Britain shook her head. "But you're a man, and I expect it sooner or later," she admitted with a shrug. Britain was convinced all men had ulterior motives, no matter how much they tried to convince her otherwise.

This time, Priest shook his head. "I'm definitely a man, but don't forget that I'm also Priest. I operate differently than your last. Don't put the issues you have piled up with that nigga on me," Priest advised.

Priest understood that women had issues with stereotyping each man they came across after one bad and stale relationship. Priest didn't really like that mentality because it often resulted in him being penalized for the last dude's mistakes. He didn't consider himself perfect, but he for sure knew right from wrong. He understood everyone made mistakes, but he believed it was how you recovered from it that mattered.

"Listen, I'm not gonna try to force anything out of you, but I do expect to be filled in so I can be aware of what I'm dealing with," Priest advised. Britain simply nodded her head.

Priest sensed that she needed some comfort. He wrapped his arms around her, laying her on top of his body.

"Intentionally hurting someone only means you're hurting deep within yourself. Britain, I don't hurt anymore. Nothing phases me."

"And that's what scares me the most," Britain let out lowly. "Will you be able to care for me with that mentality?"

Priest kept his dark orbs fixed on the ceiling. "Caring and sensitivity to pain doesn't correlate in my opinion. Your prior situation has clouded your way of thinking," he enlightened her. Britain had spent too much time foolishly convincing herself that her ex’s treatment came from an underlying sense of care he had for her.

"I'm sorry. You probably think I'm a complete mess," Britain spilled an apology as she buried her face into her hands to hide her embarrassment from Priest.

A chuckle sounded from Priest, causing a vibration to shudder through both of their bodies. "Nothing I can't handle," he asserted with a level of confidence Britain had yet to attain.

Britain removed her hands from her face so she could look at him. As she gazed into his eyes, she felt her mind and heart fall at ease. Priest was everything she had been wanting. Attentive, caring, understanding— everything! She had to keep him around.

"You can have me." The volume of her voice was low, and her statement came out as a whisper. Luckily for her, it didn't fall onto deaf ears.

Priest swiped his tongue over his lips, his hooded eyes searing into her now nervous and timid ones. He gripped her waist in his calloused hands, placing her beside him on the bed.

"Can I taste you, Gioia?" he asked as he now hovered over Britain.

Just like last time, his jewelry lightly brushed over Britain's smooth skin, causing her breathing to hitch. Staring into his eyes, she could see the genuine intent in them. He was sincere and took pride in that. He may not have trusted her yet, but Britain couldn't help but trust him with her body. She also wanted to keep him around.

Britain was giving herself away for all the wrong reasons, but her mind prevented her from seeing it. Priest could have any woman in the world on his arm, but he chose her. She had to do something to keep her place, or so she thought. She was afraid there would eventually be competition, and Britain hated competition. In her past situation, all she did was compete. It was embedded in her brain that competition was just a natural phase of any relationship, whether it was platonic or romantic. For Priest, she was willing to compete, no matter how much she despised the thought of another woman making him laugh the way she did, opening up the way she did, feeding his mind, body, and soul the way she thought she only knew how. Britain had just started a new cycle, and this time, it was for Priest Kanaz Justice.

Lying on her back, Britain locked eyes with Priest. To him, she was so gorgeous. It was a shame that small things in her appearance had the power to dictate negative self-projected thoughts. He thought every imperfection was perfection. Soon, he would get her to believe that as well.

Slowly, he slipped her shorts off, along with her panties. The cold air that circulated through the room brought a breeze to her core, causing Britain to bite down on her bottom lip gently. Priest kept his eyes locked into hers. The darkness within his orbs seemed to lighten, Britain noticed. Her heart once again fell at ease. Stimulating her body, Priest glided his padded fingertips gently from her inner thighs to her outer thighs. His touch at the portion of her body she usually turned her nose up at caused an immediate disconnect in eye contact. Priest noticed.

"Look at me, Britain," he ordered in a husky voice.

Britain felt obligated and compelled to do as she was told. Her eyes drifted from the ceiling and landed back onto Priest’s orbs.

"Listen, the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice," he asserted. With her bottom lip still bitten between her teeth, Britain nodded.

Priest diverted his attention from her eyes and onto her lower set of lips. They were waxed to perfection, leaving a smooth, lasting look. Craning his head down, Priest applied his lips onto her inner thighs. He wanted to make a point. For Britain to cherish her body, she had to have someone else do it first. Priest was willing to be that someone else. Her darkness wasn't a bother to Priest, and he wanted her to know that.

His trail of kisses left Britain panting slightly. Her eyes never left him. She watched as he stayed below her waistline cherishing what someone else had taken for granted. His kisses halted as soon as he got to Britain's wet core. He gazed into her eyes, this time giving her a warning eye more than anything.

"Don't fight it, alright? Just let me please you," he advised her in a smooth, deep voice. "Grab the sheets," Priest instructed her. Britain had never done this without it being a natural instinct whenever she couldn't take the pleasure she was receiving. Priest advising her to do so had her slightly concerned. He could potentially be the best she had ever had. Doing as Priest instructed, Britain clenched a handful of the sheets on either side of her, but she knew her grip would tighten as soon as Priest wet his face between her legs.

An intimidating chuckle slipped from Priest as he noticed the antsy look that etched her face. No longer keeping her waiting, Priest dove headfirst in her dripping pussy. His pace was slow and passionate, allowing his tastebuds to get acquainted with her slippery flesh, which he would soon consider his sanctuary of peace. His tongue circled the inner area of her pussy. His slurping seeped into Britain’s ears as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Buried so deep within her legs that were spread open like an exotic butterfly, Priest's tamed beard grew cached with her naturally sweet juices.

As expected, her grip on the sheets underneath her tightened. The palms of her hands grew red in her clutches. Priest was devouring her insides, and not only did she feel it, but she also heard it. His long and loud slurping collided in harmony with the unbearable feeling of his tongue lapping her pussy.

Priest took his time with Britain. To him, there was no rush. He tasted her sweetness, instantly growing addicted to her.

"Priest— fuck— I can't take—!" Britain attempted to formulate a proper sentence but failed to do so. Her panting and inability to squirm around due to Priest securing her in his hold prevented her from getting anything out. All she could do was surrender to him. Priest lifted his head from between her legs, searing his orbs into hers, which were glossed in tears she held back.

"What I tell you? Don't fucking fight it, Brit," he reminded her before he returned to feasting.

Britain's back arched as she forcefully pulled the sheets off the corner of her mattress.

"Fuck! Priest! Oh my God!" she shrilled as he hastily swirled his tongue over her swollen clit, occasionally halting to suck on it as if she was his lactating mother.

The tears Britain had desperately tried to keep back managed to cascade out of her eyes. Her salty tears blended with her sweat that seeped from her glands. Her make up became drippy, ruining the light enhancement she had put on her beauty for the night. Her black eyeliner smudged underneath her eyes, leaving her a teary-eyed mess. The foundation she had applied so flawlessly was now patched as wetness from her sweat and tears blotched it.

The tighter Priest secured his massive hands on her inner thighs, the better his tongue game got. Britain doubted that Priest left any cranny of her pussy unattended. He licked, slurped, and swirled his tongue everywhere.

Her moans ripped through her while growing louder and informing Priest that she was close. Britain felt her stomach tie into endless knots as she tried her best to contain herself. She had lost track and sense of time, so she wasn't sure how soon it was before she started cumming.

"Let that shit out, Britain," Priest grumbled, still nose deep in her folds putting in work.

"Priest!" Britain gasped as she burst into his mouth. Her thick and sweet juices dressed not only his tongue, but also his beard, leaving her natural fragrance slathered on him. Britain's body went limp. She no longer had it in her to combat him as she tried to push through the orgasm he shamelessly inflicted upon her body.

Britain’s eyes widened as she felt Priest hike her bottom half up so he could gain access to much more. Nasty thoughts webbed her racing mind. Priest was a nasty motherfucker. He got down in ways many men simply couldn't and wouldn't. His preferred caliber of woman was top of the line and untouchable. With his selectivity, he had no worries in his mind, especially for Britain.

Flipping her over so she was on her knees, Priest glided his hand down her spine, perfecting her deep arch so her stomach was lying flat on the bed while her ass was in the air. The perfect mesh of rough and gentle that Britain loved so much came into play as Priest struck a powerful smack to her right ass cheek. The stinging sensation was eased by the gentle caress of his palm over it afterward. Priest did the same to her left ass cheek, causing her to clench her eyes shut and wince in pain.

Her tears never stopped. They continued to spring from her eyes as he gave her all different types of sensual feelings at once. She was still fighting through her orgasm as he roughed her up. Before Britain could get a word out, she could feel Priest's saliva slather her rear end. His warm tongue soon made entrance into her ass hole, just as his two lengthy fingers plunged deep into the sticky folds of her throbbing pussy. Britain had never received this type of treatment before, and her inability to take what Priest was offering showed that.

These were things she fantasized about when she deprived herself of sex for a year. Priest hadn't even stroked her with his dick yet, and Britain didn't think she could last any longer. As Priest devoured her with his mouth once more, generating an intensifying amount of pleasure, he pumped his two fingers into her skillfully while his thumb rubbed against her clit. All the pleasure at once had Britain sobbing and pleading for mercy. Priest paid her no mind as he used his free hand to deepen her arch before burying her head deeper into the sheets.

Her sobs grew muffled at his ears as he felt Britain's hips buck. Within a second, Britain had managed to accumulate another orgasm on top of the previous one she still had yet to recover from. Cum spilled from her pussy, tricking down his fingers and along her legs. Britain turned over on her back, her legs vibrating mildly as she endured another overtaking orgasm.

"Ride that shit out, Gioia," Priest encouraged before clenching the sides of Britain's face, opening her mouth. Sticking his cum lathered fingers into her mouth, he watched as Britain licked them clean. A proud and accomplished smirk danced upon Priest's face. Britain had finally met her match.

Priest began shedding his clothes. Although Britain's mind was telling her to tap out, her body was craving Priest's dick deep inside of her.

"Can I cum inside you, Britain?" Priest asked as he lowered his head to her ear.

Unable to throat anything out due to the breathtaking orgasm taking over her body, Britain simply nodded her head. Priest stuck the tip in, marveling at the wetness of her flesh gripping the skin of his dick. As Priest inched himself inside her pussy, her eyes clenched shut as she tried her best to bear with the feeling of his thick dick penetrating her tightness. She was speechless.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Priest panted into Britain's ear as he rocked his hips back and forth to a rhythmic tempo that had Britain in tears once more.

Mustering up enough strength, Britain placed her hand at the bottom of Priest's stomach as she pleaded for him to let up on her. Priest pushed her hand away, resuming the pace he was using prior to drill inside of her.

Britain's second instinct caused her to plant her hands on his bare back, clawing at it in an attempt to gain some leverage, but it was no use. Heat swirled the air as the thick humidity clogged the corners of the room. Sweat had now seeped from them both, glazing their bodies. The feeling of Britain's nails piercing his skin wasn't a painful one, and it fueled him to dig inside of her deeper and harder.

With her mouth agape, Britain throated back-to-back moans senselessly. She was sure she looked like a circus show with her make up all smeared, tears cascading down her face, and the uncontrollable love faces she was making as she laid on her back and let Priest have his way with her.

"Shit! I can't t-take it!" she gasped with her eyes clenched shut. "P-Priest! Please!" she implored him for mercy.

"Look at me, Gioia," Priest grumbled forcefully as he continued to stroke her slowly, making sure to cave into her deeply.

Britain cried out another moan as her eyes fluttered open. Her lashes were coated in tears that trailed down her round face. Just as Priest requested her to, Britain looked him in the eye. They were pleading; however, they weren't pleading enough. Priest was going to push her body’s limits. He felt like she was capable. Picking up his pace, his strokes became shorter yet rougher. Britain's breasts bounced at the impact of the pounding Priest was giving her body. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her chest rose up and down as her breath hitched continuously.

"Let that shit out. Cum for me, Brit," Priest ordered.

Surprisingly, all Britain's body needed was permission before she found herself jolting out a string of moans while her legs shook uncontrollably. Intensifying her peak of euphoria, Priest continued to pound into her until he found himself cumming inside of Britain. Pulling out of her, Priest marveled at Britain's creamy cum that lathered his dick. She had just made a long-lasting impression—he was satiated. Reaching down, he ran his hand over her throbbing pussy, but Britain managed to push him away. Chuckling at her lack of stamina to keep up with him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Gimme a few weeks, and you'll be keeping up," he assured her tauntingly as he got out of bed. He wrapped her tired body in his arms and made his way to the bathroom. Britain laid her head on his chest. He managed to clean both of them up from the rough sex they just had. Priest found Britain's little helpless act amusing. She barely uttered a word and had him carrying her about. He had finally gotten her to shut up, but Britain was just trying to process what her body had just endured.

"So, you gonna tell me where you learned how to do all that?" Britain raised a brow as she motioned to her bed, alluding to the sex they just had.

Priest chuckled before shrugging slightly. "I was broke for a long time. Let's just say it's true when females say broke niggas lay the best pipe," he admitted, causing both of them to laugh loudly. "I'm deadass, though. Fucking a shorty I knew I couldn't maintain with my finances back then built my self-esteem a little bit, especially when I ain't have shit." Priest chuckled as he reminisced on his past mentality. Growing up, he had been reckless, and he was grateful he was able to shake his careless behavior before he got hit with something he couldn't handle.

"Wow, I've officially heard it all." Britain laughed as she stripped the bed of the sweat and fluid-soiled sheets. Noticing her small frame struggling to carry the heavy duvet along with the multiple sheets that dressed the bed, Priest stepped in and helped. He assisted her with loading the wash before they both got ready to exit the apartment. Needless to say, they both knew they had to endure a quick trip to the pharmacy.

Britain was far from ready to have kids, and so was Priest. They hadn't reached that point of selflessness yet to bring kids into the world. On top of that, their sudden sex escapade clearly wasn't thought through. They had both gotten a little carried away, and they made mental notes to try not to allow any more slip ups to happen.

Priest assisted Britain into his Bentayga. She was pretty familiar with his Porsche, so the change of vehicle left her in awe. Priest got in right after her, backing out of the parking space and heading to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. Music quietly played in the car. A comfortable silence graced them as their hands remained fused together while he used the other to steer the vehicle.

"Come to the Hamptons with me," Priest offered as he stopped at a red light. Since he couldn't go on a typical vacation out of the country, he decided to go to the next best place in his jurisdiction.

He knew the Hamptons would give him just as much of a relaxed vibe as the Bahamas. Although he would have preferred the Bahamas way more, he had to deal with his circumstances. "The Hamptons? That place actually exists?" Britain twisted her face up in question.

Priest chuckled at Britain's lack of awareness. "Yeah, it does. I have my estate out there. Four days, just to relax and enjoy the air."

Britain faced him, a light smile on her face. "I would love that," she confirmed.

Priest smirked as he caressed her hand in his. "You'll enjoy it," he assured her.

The rest of the drive to the pharmacy, he and Britain discussed what the Hamptons had to offer. Britain always enjoyed the water, so when he informed her that he had a beach house along with a pool, she was overjoyed. They were set to leave in two days after Priest held his event for the community, which he also invited Britain to.

Once they arrived at the pharmacy, Priest assisted Britain out of the vehicle and held her hand as they entered. Britain led the way to the counter. Priest, who had never really made the mistake of having unprotected sex, found their stand at the pharmacy counter a bit awkward, but he wasn't going to let her endure the little side stares by herself. With his left arm wrapped around her waist, he used the other to scroll through his phone, as did she.

“Next in line,” the pharmacist called out, drawing their attention. Britain shuffled to the counter with Priest in tow right behind her.

"Emergency contraceptive," Britain requested as she smiled sheepishly.

The woman behind the counter gave her a warm smile before nodding. Priest craned down to Britain's ear where he let out a laugh, finding it all too amusing. Britain tried her best to stifle her laughter but failed a bit, and she quickly cupped her hand over her mouth. He paid for the pill, along with a package of condoms, which caused Britain to laugh once again.

"The Hamptons will be interesting. I want you to enjoy yourself and life." Priest applied a kiss on the crook of Britain's neck.

Britain peered up at him with a bright smile on her face. "I really like you," she blurted out, quickly regretting that she expressed her emotions so boldly.

Priest grabbed Britain's face gently, lifting her head. "I'm not gonna tell you. I'm gonna show you." He kissed her lips before helping her into the car.