Page 66 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden didn’t know what she was doing for a second or two. Realizing the moment had seemingly gotten the best of her, yet she refused to stop. She heard the voice in her head clearly telling her the details in their rawest form. She was currently stroking Priest’s cock in front of Priest’s wife. It was that simple.

Angelica watched in disbelief.

Priest growled in his throat and took a deep breath. “Fuck, doll, this is getting interesting.”

“I can’t get enough of your huge cock,” Eden said.

Her cheeks instantly turned red. Her hand gripped at much as it could. She focused on the full tip of Priest’s cock. She kept pretending his piercing was back in, wondering what that must have felt like. To touch. To lick.To have inside her pussy.

Without warning, Angelica stepped forward. Instead of attacking Eden, she surprised both Eden and Priest by grabbing for Priest’s cock too. She grabbed at the heavy, thick root of his cock and began to pump.

“Plenty to go around,” Angelica said. “Right,Eden?”

Eden swallowed hard. Now she was in really uncharted territory. She figured for sure Priest’s wife would have slapped her, attacked her, or in a best case scenario, just stormed off. But to join in?

“Oh, fuck,” Priest whispered under his breath.

Eden flared her nostrils and stroked Priest faster. She moved her hand down, claiming more of the real estate that Priest possessed.

Angelica lifted her hand up, purposely hitting Eden’s hand. The two women looked at each other.

Eden had never been in a situation like this before. Not even close. Anyone who was married was off limits. That was aduhrule. But here she was, fighting to stroke the cock of a married man. Fighting the man’s wife for the man’s cock.

Part of her brain told her to stop. Another part told her to keep going.

Priest rested back a little on the bed, smirking, enjoying the show in front of him. He had grand visions of Eden and Angelica using their mouths next. Seeing who could take the most of his cock down their throat. Then they could share his cock with their cunts.

“He doesn’t love you,” Eden suddenly said to Angelica.

“And that’s supposed to hurt my feelings?” Angelica asked with a laugh. “He sure as hell doesn’t love you either. Now get away from my husband’s dick.”

Angelica lifted her hand again. Eden slammed hers down. Priest’s cock stuck in the middle—no objections from him or his cock.

Eden felt her heart pounding. Her mind then came up with an idea.

Spit on him! Spit on his cock! Stroke him faster!

Then spit in her face! Make her leave!

A more sensible voice just said the wordsmarriedandwife.

Eden felt a jolt of reality hit her and she opened her hand and stepped away from Priest.

“Finally,” Angelica said. Her hand moved up and down all of Priest’s cock. She smiled at Eden. “You can leave now. He’s done with his play thing.”

Eden swung her right hand, hitting Angelica’s right cheek with the back of her hand. It wasn’t a loud slap but it hurt the back of Eden’s hand.

Eden turned and ran out of the bedroom. Tears in her eyes. Her drunk mind suddenly over-the-top emotional. She needed to escape from Priest, fromSOFRAW, from all of this.

She stumbled down the hallway, turning a corner, realizing she had gone in the wrong direction. At the end of the hallway hung a crooked light, illuminating an old picture of a good-looking man sitting on a motorcycle, huge arms crossed, forearms rippled with muscle, aSOFRAWleather cut draped over the handlebars of the motorcycle. Under that was a small shelf with a black box.

An eerie feeling hit Eden. She started to turn away to find the correct way back to the bar to exit the clubhouse.

Someone suddenly grabbed her and threw her face first against a wall. A body collided with hers, from behind, pinning her against the wall.

Then a rough voice said, “You’re far too pretty to be walking around this place alone…”

Chapter Twenty-Three

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