Page 2 of The Savage Outlaw

There were people in the room. Three people to be exact. Everyone in complete and total silence. Cyrus and Linc with their tree trunk sized arms folded, smirks on their faces. The third person approached the hospital bed with care. She looked back at Cyrus and Linc and the two outlaws nodded at her with reassurance.

Outside the hospital room, Slade and Darrow guarded the door, ensuring that the wild antics inside the hospital room were going to stay right there.

Priest slept, stuck in some sense of a nightmare of a migraine. Flashes of light, screams echoing. The moment of attack playing over and over. That fucked up decision to turn away for a second or two, allowing Fitz to attack.

Priest growled in his sleep. He began to pant like a lion getting irritated. Then his nose twitched. Something familiar began to flirt with his senses. Gone were the visions of Fitz attacking him, leaving him to die. Gone were the flashes of light. The migraine pain eased up enough to be an annoyance and nothing more.

Priest suddenly began to lick his lips. Eyes still shut tight. Stuck in some kind of dreamworld, yet itsmelledso real. So good. That elusive scent of a woman’s body. That honey cave between her legs, warm and wet, slippery with a dew.

On the outside of this—the non-dreamworld—Cyrus and Linc kept their composure as they watched one of thedeeceeshovering right over Priest’s face. She was naked from the waist down. Bee had been slinging shots of whiskey and bottles of beer just an hour or so earlier before being told by Cyrus she would bea surprise for Priest, riding his face, waking him up with her soft cunt.

She carefully lowered herself down, closer and closer to Priest’s face. She wasn’t sure what to do after that though. She improvised, gently thrusting her hips, feeling the tip of Priest’s nose splice her damp labia open.

When Priest felt that wet touch, mixed with the intense smell, it was like a zombie coming back from the dead. As though a lightning bolt had pierced his blackened outlaw heart and brought him back to life.

Priest swung his hands toward one another, slapping Bee against her thick, heavy thighs. The slapping sound echoed throughout the hospital room. Bee let out a cry from the sting of pain. Priest’s eyes popped open.

He looked up and saw some of Bee’s face. He pulled at her hips, dropping her wet cunt right down to his mouth. His tongue thrust up and circled around. His mouth closed over her and he began to suck all her juice.

Bee let out a gasping sound and started to lift up.

Priest growled.

“The beast has awakened,” Cyrus said to Linc with a nod.

“Not sure I can stand here and watch this,” Linc said.

Priest nuzzled his nose against Bee’s clit and then made his move at her. He grabbed her clit with his teeth and tugged. Hard. Bee screamed but then sucked in a breath when she felt a rushing force of pleasure attack her.

Priest had a certain way with his tongue and a woman’s clit. His own version of a secret move. Copied by many. Perfected by none other than him. It was just the way his mouth and tongue were able to move. Maybe the tip of his tongue was just a little bit pointier than any other man’s tongue. Whatever it was, the second Priest went for his tongue move, the woman on the receiving end stood no chance.

“Oh, fuck!” Bee cried out. “He’s going to make me come!”

“Just go with it,” Cyrus said. “A perk of the job.”

Linc turned away, shaking his head. He didn’t need to see somedeeceespraying her cunt honey all over Priest’s face.

The grip that Priest had on Bee’s hips told the ending that there was no fucking way in hell he was going to stop until he tasted all of her.

Bee reached with her left hand and found a spot on the wall that didn’t have some kind of medical device or plug or warning. With her right hand she grabbed at her right breast.

“What the fuck is happening?” she cried out.

Priest growled and moved his tongue faster. If you shut your eyes it sounded like someone eating an entire watermelon, messy and loud, on a warm summer day.

Priest made a loud sucking sound and pulled away from Bee’s cunt for a moment to let out a howl. An actual howling sound. He turned his head and smiled at Cyrus. Then he winked.

It was fucked up the way Cyrus appreciated that mid-oral sex wink from his right-hand man.

Priest went back to work on Bee’s clit, finishing her off with his special move once more.

Bee came hard. Harder than she could remember. Her legs shaking and her hips thrusting. Her screams getting louder. So much so that she had to cover her own mouth. She bounced up and down on Priest’s tongue and on his face, her cheeks turning redder by the second.

Priest surprised her when he thrust his tongue into her cunt, wanting to taste and wanting to feel her throbbing, which he welcomed with great delight.

Bee peeled her left hand off the wall and reached behind her for the tree trunk sized thickness pushing up from under the covers that was Priest’s thick, throbbing cock. She squeezed thehead of his cock, just once, before someone began to clap their hands together over and over.

Linc had watched Priest’s wife enter the hospital room. Cyrus turned his head and curled his lip. Priest slipped his tongue from Bee’s cunt and smiled at his wife. Bee launched herself from the hospital bed and stood next to it, her legs still shaking. Her right hand still over her mouth.

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