Page 8 of The Savage Outlaw

“Fuck that,” Priest said. “Sometimes the devil wins the battle,Prez.”

Cyrus laughed.

Priest then turned to face the gathering. With a wave of Cyrus’s hand, all the motorcycle engines died out. Everyone waited for Priest to give a speech.

After a handful of quiet seconds, Monte leaned toward adeeceeand gave her a shove.

“The fuck you doing, cunt? Get out there and give that outlaw what he wants.”

Monte whispered that with a grin and thedeeceequickly trotted her way toward Priest. Off went her shirt. Down went her bra to the ground. She stepped over it and didn’t stop moving until she was within Priest’s grasp.

Priest cupped her full tits, his thumb stroking her nipples, his cock pulsing with need. He was backed up more than he ever remembered in his life. A guy like Priest going that long without ejaculation would be like the sun forgetting to rise for a week or two. Unnatural and unheard of.

As Priest squeezed those big, perfect tits in his hands, he had a vision of taking her into the van. He could suck on her tits until they were raw red while she jerked his cock into submission. Then at the last second, shove her mouth down onto his cock to make sure all his cum ended up in her belly and not messing up the inside of the van.

White spots danced in front of his face and a stab of pain hit the back of his head. His hands dropped away from the tits in front of him. Priest turned his head and looked at Cyrus.

“I need to seehimright now,” Priest said.

“Brother, come on,” Cyrus said. “Have a drink. Get your dick sucked.”

Priest turned away from the toplessdeecee. Again, a move that was totally unnatural and unheard of. A slight dullnessmoved through the coming home party as Priest walked toward Cyrus, leaving the voluptuousdeeceestanding there, topless and confused.

“Right. Fucking. Now.”

Priest growled each word at the President ofSOFRAW. As VP, Linc stepped in to ensure the safety of the president.

“Priest, we need a meeting about everything that’s been going on,” he said. “We’ve taken a vote. Right now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

“Enjoy this moment,” Priest growled, looking at Linc. “Having one girl sucking your cock is making you talk like a domesticated pussy, Linc. Want me to lick your clit, huh?”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Linc asked.

Slade jumped in to keep everyone calm. “Hey, we’re all good here. It’s emotional right now. For everyone.”

Slade looked at Cyrus with a look that said,Come on, Prez. You know what’s right here.

Cyrus knew what was right. He just figured Priest would be eager to get his cock and balls drained properly and his stomach filled with whiskey first.

“Of course, brother,” Cyrus said. “This is your homecoming. You survived death. You beat the devil. You told hell to go fuck itself and it spit you right back out here. You want to see the rat who sent you there? Of course.”

Priest felt his heart thump just a little bit harder. Face to face with the scumbag rat who turned on the club and tried to kill him? Priest looked over his shoulder.

Without hesitation, thedeeceecupped her hands under her tits and began to shake them and play with them. She licked her bottom lip and threw a lusty glance at Priest that could have woken him from a coma if he were still in one.

Priest knew there was enough cunt to keep him busy all night and for the days to come.

Right now, he had a pre-planned meeting with Fitz to attend.

It was Cyrus, Linc, and Slade, followed by Priest.

Nobody spoke a word. Nobody knew what Priest was going to do, not even Priest himself. It was up to Cyrus to keep things as calm as possible right now. That’s the reason why he would have preferred to have kept Priest at the party, playing with tits, cunt, getting his dick sucked, and drinking whiskey until his brain was mushy and full.

As Cyrus reached for the old, rusted garage door, Slade gave a small nudge. The two looked at each other. Leave it to Slade to always be the voice of reason, even in silence. An unspoken warning that maybe they should wait for this until tomorrow. They needed to sit in prayer first. There needed to be discussions.

Cyrus was well aware of it. Even Linc. As VP he could have stopped this from happening, but chose not to. This was a lost cause and that’s why Cyrus opened the door and stepped into the old garage.

It smelled heavily like iron and piss. Priest pushed by everyone and stopped when he saw Fitz.

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