Page 34 of The Savage Outlaw

He swipes the tears away and then licks his finger.

“When you’re someone like me, these situations can prove to be very delicate,” he says. “You can scream if you want, but I assure you the back seat is soundproof and we are so far away from the city right now that nobody will hear a thing.”

He pulls the gag from her mouth.

She looks ready to scream but doesn’t.

“Look, this is going too far for me,” she says. “You paid me but nowhere near enough for this kind of shit. I’m working a shift, okay? I can’t lose my job over this.”

“What do you want then? Ten grand? A hundred grand? Want a million in cash?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Nobody and everybody all mixed together. And sometimes I have crazy urges. Sometimes I want someone to fuck me as hard as they can in the back seat of a car.”

“I can do that,” she says.

He slaps his hand over her mouth. He squeezes.

“Other times I have the urge to just fucking kill someone as violently as I can.”

That’s when the woman attempted to scream again.

He kept his hand on her mouth, nice and tight, feeling her trying to fight him off.

He felt his cock getting stiffer and thicker in his pants.

He smiled.

The outlaw bikers weren’t the only ones who enjoyed ending someone’s life for the fuck of it once in a while.

Chapter Twelve

Getting Pissy

Priest pulled back from Bee’s soaked, warm cunt and looked down at his throbbing cock. Thick veins pulsing. Glistening with the sweet smell of a woman’s cum coating him everywhere.

“I’ve got shit going on right now,” he said, smacking Bee’s firm ass. “Get the fuck out of my room. You came.”

“I can finish you really quick,” Bee said. “I have no gag reflex.”

“Get the fuck out,” Priest growled.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He stepped into the shower, turned the water on to hot, and shut his eyes. As he stood there, he felt his heart slamming inside his chest. His cock was too hard to calm down.

Priest growled, grabbed himself and stroked. He traded the current memory of Bee’s body and cunt for something else. As soon as his mind flashed an image of Eden, he groaned. He couldn’t help himself. And why the fuck not, right? Thinking about her in her nursing scrubs, touching his huge cock, taking good care of him. Stroking him. Sucking him. Gagging on his cock. Climbing up onto the hospital bed to give him some extra special treatment.

Priest hated jerking off and rarely did it. With the amount of cunt that existed in the outlaw world, stroking your own cock seemed stupid. But here he was, making a fist and punching the shower wall with his right hand pumping hard and fast. He hissed as his cum spilled down toward the drain, mixing with the water, circling and disappearing.

Priest was now pissed off. It felt like a waste of cum. He washed himself and got out of the shower. He looked down at his cock, curling his lip.

How far does this protection gig go?

Cyrus posed the question in passing, but he meant something by it. Drix and Dolph could not follow Eden for the rest of her life. A day or two was one thing. That was fine. The reality of the situation was thatSOFRAWneeded bodies near and in the clubhouse.

Priest felt a faint pulse in the back of his head. He quickly took some meds in the hopes of getting to the pain before the pain got to him. It was time for prayer.

Then he’d deal with this nurse situation.

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