Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Deep Throat Confessional
P riest 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 was that hard. That full. That… sturdy…
Priest stood at the side of the bed and pulled at Eden’s left arm, rolling her to her right side. He reached down and removed the silk pillowcase from her mouth and threw it to the floor.
Eden helped herself to a few deep breaths through her mouth, which helped to calm her body. The state of panic she felt mixed with the insanity of an orgasm that Priest caused with his tongue drained her of all energy and thought. Which was good.
“You’re about to suck a married man’s cock,” Priest said. “Let’s see your high road now, doll. Are you going to turn away from my cock? Are you going to bite down on it? Or are you going to test your limits, gag until you’re ready to puke, and then swallow every last drop of my cum…?”
Priest pulled at Eden some more and lined her mouth up with the head of his cock. He pressed himself against her lips. Eden opened her mouth without hesitation. She hated herself. But a lot of people hated themselves.
With her hands tied behind her back, she had to figure out a way to work with Priest’s cock without the ability to touch him. To grab and squeeze and stroke.
“You’ve made your decision,” Priest said. “Or maybe I made it for you.”
Priest touched Eden’s hair. Both his right hand and left hand sliding into her hair. Grabbing at her head. He pressed forward some more, his cock stretching her mouth very wide open.
The defined ridge on the head of his cock touched her teeth. She sucked in a breath, nervous, but Priest enjoyed the feeling. Rough and biting, that was perfectly fine. He was used to women playing with his cock piercing too. Their tongues flirting and teasing. This was a new sensation for him.
He continued to press forward, continued to hold Eden’s head, making sure she didn’t move away from him as he worked his way to the back of her mouth. Pressing at the back of her tongue, resulting in her making a gagging sound. Something to be expected with an object of Priest’s size in her mouth.
Priest didn’t pull back at all.
“Fuck, doll, your mouth is tight,” Priest growled. “Have you taken a cock this deep into your mouth before?”
Eden groaned the uh-uh sound for no.
“Good,” Priest said. “I’m not done yet with you either.”
Priest pulled at Eden’s head, forcing her mouth to take more of him. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself but she really had no idea what it would feel like. Priest pushed through Eden’s boundaries, testing her mouth and her throat.
“Right there,” Priest groaned as he then began to fuck Eden’s mouth.
Her tongue felt like a warm blanket against the one side of his cock, while the other side rubbing against the roof of her mouth and against her teeth.
Priest pulled himself completely out of Eden’s mouth. He watched a line of her saliva stick to his cock, attached to her mouth. His right hand moved to her face and he touched the corner of her right eye.
“I’m fine,” she whispered. “More.”
“I’m married,” Priest said. “And I murdered your ex-boyfriend.”
He just had to speak it. He had to hear it coming from himself. He needed Eden to face the truth and reality just before he slid his cock back into her mouth. This time with more force and a little bit more ease. Going right for the back of her mouth, where it was warmest and tightest. Where she gagged. Where she wrestled with instinct to breath yet wanted to taste Priest.
Priest fucked her mouth. Not too fast and not too slow. Pumping his cock back and forth, staring down at her the entire time.
The fire at the opposite side of the bedroom crackled. The heat threw itself out of the fireplace and toward the bed. There was now plenty of heat between Priest and Eden though.
Priest moved his right hand, sliding his fingers down Eden’s arm, to her tied up wrist.
“You like being tied up, don’t you?”
Uh-huh was the sound Eden made. She did like it. She had never been tied up before. Nothing even remotely close to this ever.
Here’s one thing she knew— if Cody was some kind of biker outlaw, he was the worst one ever… or just the weakest…
Eden groaned and moved with Priest’s fucking motion. When Priest felt himself reaching his own apex, his right hand moved back to Eden’s face. To the back of her head. He used his left hand to grab his throbbing, thick root.
He began to jerk himself, inching closer and closer to the finale. The time came and Priest thrust forward and felt himself release. Eden’s mouth had to find more room and contain the warm, bountiful amount of cum that shot out of Priest’s cock on that first initial burst.
Priest pulled himself back from Eden and quickly moved her to her back and placed his hand on her throat.
“Mouth open,” he growled as his cock throbbed, spilling cum all over Eden’s face, hair, and the bed.
He squeezed her throat with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, watching himself filling Eden’s mouth.
When he slid his hand forward for the last time, he climbed up to the head of his cock and off. Then he placed his hand over Eden’s mouth, ensuring she swallowed him down. Only then did he remove his hand from her throat.
He leaned forward, closing in on Eden.
“I hate my wife,” Priest whispered with a growl. “We were never meant to be married. If you think for a second I love that rotten cunt of a woman, you’re insane. She’s only with me in the hopes I die so she can collect money. That’s why she fucking showed up to the hospital. She was waiting for me to die. To play the grieving widow. To collect her insurance money. No idea where the fuck she thinks I’ve got insurance money for her sitting around. Or maybe she just wants protection from the club. If an old lady has her outlaw die, I guess technically the club will take care of her. Gray area, but Angelica knows how to play games. I met her in Vegas during the lockdowns and we got married. That’s the fucking story. No worries, doll, you might be covered in my cum right now, but you’re not a home wrecker.”
Priest dropped his mouth down to Eden’s for a kiss. A sloppy, cum-filled kiss. That move for whatever reason drove Eden fucking crazy. To the point where her hips jumped up and down on the bed.
She had never met someone so ruthless, terrifying and filthy yet so sexy at the same time.
Priest pulled his mouth away from Eden’s and reached behind her and united her wrists.
Then without speaking another word he picked up his jeans, tucked his thick cock away, and walked out of the bedroom.
Eden touched her wrists. They were red and they hurt. She pulled the second layer of covers off the bed because the first layer was soaked. Between her body coming everywhere and then Priest…
Eden wrapped the thick comforter around her body and walked to the fire. It burned bright and hot. She felt tired, beaten up, yet still had energy. A really strange feeling.
At least the drunk rental of the cabin didn’t go to waste. It all made for one hell of a story to tell…
“Liv,” she whispered. “Sophia. Fuck.”
Eden ran to the bedroom door, opened it, and went to find her phone.
Priest was nowhere to be found.
She opened the front door of the cabin to go out and get her stuff. That’s where Priest stood. Holding her bag and phone in his hand.
“Stay inside,” he ordered her. “I have to make a call.”
Eden took her stuff and went back to the bedroom. Her phone had fifty text messages from Liv and Sophia.
“Fuck,” she said.
Hello?
Where r u?
EDENNNNNNNNNN!!!!!
Maybe she’s on a hot date!
Maybe she’s getting railed by that biker. #yummy
Did you just say railed? What does that even mean? Like a rail? Going inside your pussy?
It has to mean something! Like a railroad? A train? Eden is getting… a train…? Maybe all the bikers at once!
That’s gross. She would never. EDEN WHERE ARE YOUUUUU?!
The messages went on and on. Eden hurried to think of a reply.
YOU TWO ARE INSANE! I had my phone on silent and was napping. Well. Sort of. Check this out.
Eden knew not to fully lie to her best friends.
She took a selfie in front of the fireplace and sent it.
The responses were all emojis.
Everything from a smiley face with heart eyes to an eggplant and peach.
I’m not saying anything else. I rented a cabin for the night. I’m safe. Everything is fine. Now leave me alone. I’m going back for more. #bikercockisbest
Eden knew that would get Liv going crazy. At the same time, Eden wasn’t lying at all.
Biker cock was the best cock she ever had.