Page 51 of The Savage Outlaw

Priest’s middle finger rubbed fast, left to right on Eden’s clit. Eden jumped and wanted to grab for Priest’s hand, but she couldn’t. She then began to open and close her mouth, flexing her jaw, attempting to spit the silk pillowcase from her mouth.

That’s when Priest all but threw himself at her, pining her to the bed, his right hand between her legs, her knees still clenched tight together. Priest hovering an inch or two over her face.

“Your cunt is dripping for my touch,” Priest growled. “You want to be morally sound here? Should I get you dressed and take you to church? Want to confess your sins, doll? Is that it?”

Priest violently ripped his hand from between Eden’s legs. He touched Eden’s nose, leaving her wetness behind.

“Smell that sweetness, doll?” Priest asked. “That’s all you. Your warm honey. Delicious honey.”

Priest flicked his tongue against his fingertip. He moved his hand down toward Eden’s body again.

Oh… fuck…Eden groaned in her mind.

She couldn’t help herself. She hated herself that she opened her legs willingly. She wanted it. All of it. Even if it was wrong. Even if Priest was technically married.

When Priest touched her, Eden jumped and cried out, gagging on the silk pillowcase in her mouth. Priest curled his lip and slid two fingers deep into Eden’s cunt. He stroked with acome hithermotion just a few times and that’s all it took to send Eden over the edge.

Her hips bucked and wiggled. Priest felt her clenching and he had no choice in the matter.

He needed to drink from Eden’s body.

Priest’s tongue circled Eden’s throbbing cunt and then he latched his mouth with force against her. Suckling her wet labia, moving his head up and down as she rocked her hips, her orgasm overrunning her body.

She wiggled and groaned, fighting against the resistance of her wrists tied together. Trying to make loud noises but the pillowcase in her mouth prevented it.

Priest grabbed her hips and kept her cunt against his mouth. He moved his shoulders under Eden’s legs, throwing her legs over them. She hooked her ankles together and if someone were to walk into the bedroom it would look like some kind of martial arts fight with Eden trying to choke Priest out.

His tongue darted into Eden’s cunt, feeling her clenching desire against him. Releasing his fierce grip on her hips, his hands darted up her shirt and moved over her tits, feeling her pebbled nipples slide against the palms of his hands.

Eden began to scream—a muffled scream—over and over. Seeking relief, wanting more pleasure, her body at the complete and total mercy of Priest’s desires.

When Priest pulled his mouth away, a wet kissing sound echoed throughout the bedroom. A piece of the firewood let out a loud popping sound. Sparks jumped and hurried up the flue.

Priest was then on his knees in front of Eden.

“Keep those fucking legs open, doll,” Priest ordered.

He touched his jeans and opened them. When he pushed them down and Eden saw his amazing cock spring free, she screamed again, wanting him. She waited to feel his thickness touch her and break her once again.

Priest reached with his left hand and touched Eden’s mouth.

“I’m going to take this out of your mouth,” Priest said in a deep voice.

He paused. He curled his lip.

“And then I’m going to fuck your throat.”

Chapter Eighteen

Deep Throat Confessional

Priest stepped from the bed to throw another couple of fresh logs onto the fire. The fire dimmed and would remain that way for a little bit until the wood became overrun with the fire. Showing proof that resistance and patience have some sort of connection.

To receive the heat from the fire. To receive the light from the fire. The wood must burn. It must char. It must turn to ash, never to be seen in its old form ever again. And that was just how things went.

Sometimes it was something as simple as a fire in a fireplace. Or it could have been as complicated as a person going through some really intense and dark stuff.Like me,Eden thought.

She watched as Priest walked back to the bed, but he didn’t climb up on it. Instead, he walked along the side of the bed. His throbbing thickness barely bouncing. He wasthathard.Thatfull.That… sturdy…

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