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Chapter Thirteen

Yelp, Babe, Yelp

D arrow pressed his body against Mara’s, driving her back and against the counter. She reached back and groaned, letting her head fall back, feeling Darrow’s mouth and tongue teasing her neck as he kissed her over and over.

His hands already moved up her shirt, over her tits, for a moment, before going around to unclasp her bra. He then lifted his hands, along with Mara’s shirt, up and over her head. Her bra went with her shirt, leaving her full tits for Darrow’s usage.

Without skipping a second of their time together, Darrow dropped his mouth down to Mara’s chest. His tongue flirted, kissed, licked down to her left tit. He took her into his mouth, engulfing her and sucking at her soft, warm skin so easily.

Mara’s hands shook as she gripped the counter and cried out. Her mind raced, trying to figure out just how honest Darrow was being. Fucking her… getting her pregnant…?

“Darrow,” she purred. “Darrow… we need to talk…”

Darrow’s mouth clamped at her tit, making her scream. He pulled gently for a moment, allowing his teeth and lips to slide down to her knotted nipple. His mouth popped free and he pressed the tip of his nose against her nipple.

I’ve wanted this for so long, Darrow thought. She’s here. She’s in my arms. She’s under my control…

Darrow touched under Mara’s tits, cupping them.

“There’s nothing to fucking talk about, babe,” he growled. He kissed Mara. “Nothing. We both wanted this. You told a very big lie, babe. A lie that puts my life on the line as much as yours. Do you really want to fucking talk right now?”

“No,” Mara said.

She felt like she just confessed some deep, dark sin. She melted into Darrow’s touch. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Darrow loved the way her bare tits pressed against his leather cut. The feel of her back. Such soft, inviting skin.

He damn near ran to the bedroom, where he tossed Mara to his bed, watching her tits bounce and dance for a second. He managed to keep himself from pouncing right away, giving himself a chance to open his jeans and push them down.

Mara jumped up right away, her hands grabbing at Darrow’s leather cut. It wasn’t the first leather cut she had stripped off a biker before, but it was a rare occasion to do this and want it. Her pussy was sopping wet, begging for even more attention from Darrow.

Darrow ripped his T-shirt up over his head. Then in one quick move he grabbed Mara by her curvy hips and spun her around.

“Strip,” he said. “I want to see the mark I left on you. Getting rid of your fucking past and all.”

Mara felt her body shiver with red-hot heat. So much going on she hadn’t had the chance to comprehend how much her right ass cheek hurt thanks to the blacked-out tattoo from Darrow. Darrow stepped back and stepped out of his jeans and watched as Mara dropped her pants and panties. His eyes went to her right ass cheek. Her skin blackened with dried blood.

“Bend over,” Darrow said.

Mara listened. She reminded herself this was just like earlier. When Darrow wanted to see her husband’s initials inked on her. Her body ached and she blushed all over again. She looked back just in time to see Darrow reaching for her ass.

“Fuck, babe, we have to get this cleaned up,” Darrow said.

“Right now?” Mara cried out, breathless.

Darrow grinned and stepped closer to her, wrapping his right arm around her body, leaning forward and down, pressing his body against hers from behind. She felt the steely pulse of his cock touching her inner thigh and slapping between her legs.

“Your cunt is dripping for me, Mara,” Darrow whispered.

“Always does.”

“Christ, babe. Have you…” Darrow gritted his teeth.

He picked up Mara and walked her onto the bed. Now she was on her hands and knees in front of him, sticking her ass high up in the air. She arched her back like a perfect slope, her tits and face pressed down to the bed. Maybe the sexiest and yet deadliest position to see Mara in right now.

Darrow slapped his right hand under and between her legs, listening to the wet collision of his fingers and her cunt. He curled his middle and ring fingers, pressing against her throbbing entrance. He plunged his fingers into her, just for fun.

Mara cried out and thrust her hips back. In her mind she hadn’t had anything to drink yet. She hadn’t had any pills yet. So right now sex was the absolute greatest drug in the world. Not to mention the fact that it was Darrow touching her. Darrow looking at her. Darrow ripping her clothes off. And Darrow teasing her.

Two fingers slid against Mara’s clit and she cried out once again, rejoiced by the rush of pleasure. Darrow then moved to the left, no longer between Mara’s legs. He took his hand from her cunt and slapped her left ass cheek. He then grabbed her left hip and pushed at her, demanding she flip over onto her back. Mara listened, of course.

On her back, she grabbed for the sheets on the bed, feeling as vulnerable as ever in front of Darrow right now. The first time they fucked, she was on top of him and there was a lot of clothing involved. After that, it was from behind… and then…

Darrow touched her stomach with hard, aggressive fingers. He ran his hand up her body, over her right tit, stopping and rolling her rigid nipple between his thumb and middle fingers. His cock stood a mile long, thick and pulsing, glistening pre-cum collecting at his tip.

“All this fucking time, babe,” he growled. “You’ve thought of me while touching yourself?”

“Yes,” Mara purred, not afraid to answer truthfully.

“Show me how you did it. I want to see your fingers soaked from your cunt.”

Mara whimpered and reached down with her right hand, touching herself. Her cunt throbbed with desire and need. She craved a touch but not her own. Her hips jumped as her fingers dipped into her own pool of lust. She curled her fingers, letting the tips of her middle and ring fingers enter herself for a moment.

She groaned. Loudly. Heat raced throughout her entire body.

“You can do better than that, babe,” Darrow said. “Especially if you were thinking of me…”

Darrow leaned down and licked Mara’s right nipple with playful force. Her body jumped and she let out a yelp . Now Mara’s cheeks burned red from the noise she just made. Darrow placed his right hand to Mara’s hand.

“Like this,” he growled.

Darrow’s middle finger was the same size and thickness as Mara’s middle and pointer fingers put together. She had three fingers inside her body, moving aggressively. Her inner thighs rocked and her lower back tightened at the rush of pleasure that attacked her. She breathed heavily, wanting to say Darrow’s name, but only ended up speaking in random sounds and syllables.

Darrow engulfed her right breast, suckling hard. Almost too hard if that were such a thing with an outlaw biker. Mara felt his teeth grabbing at soft, sensitive skin, pulling and tearing, leaving their mark that Mara could look at later, tomorrow, and days from now.

Her hips bucked as Darrow’s finger, along with her two fingers, pounded between her legs. Darrow pulled his mouth from her tit with force and said, “Like that. Is that how you fucked yourself thinking of me, Mara?”

“Yes,” Mara groaned. “Darrow… yes…”

“And then this…?”

Darrow curled his finger, forcing Mara’s fingers to curl. The angle and speed an absolute bullseye, hitting Mara’s G-spot with ease and force at the same time. Her entire body tried to jump up off the bed. Darrow would never allow it.

“Stay right there,” Darrow ordered her. “Do not fight it, babe. Let the fuck go.”

Mara stared him in the eyes and felt an insane rush hit her body. It almost felt like she was about to go pee. A voice in her mind screamed to fight the feeling off. Mara ignored it. The feeling climaxed and Mara let out one more cry and entered into a world of an orgasm so intense and bountiful that her eyes filled with tears. Joy. Excitement. A touch of fear that someone could unlock this new sense of pleasure in her …

As soon as she began to… release … Darrow took his finger away, ripped Mara’s fingers away, and then took his place between her legs, like a king on his rightful throne.

“That’s how you properly finger fuck someone as beautiful as you, babe,” Darrow announced as he held his cock with his right hand, stroking himself, rubbing Mara’s orgasm root to tip. “And now…”

Darrow moved forward and pressed his heavy cock against Mara’s throbbing cunt. She was still coming, pouring her warm cum all over herself and the bed. Darrow gritted his teeth and thrust with purpose. Mara’s back arched and he swept his right hand to the middle of her back, pulling her chest toward his mouth. He fucked her cunt. He sucked her tits.

This was the only version of heaven Mara knew she’d find living in the world of outlaw hell.

In the aftermath of sex, sweat, and cum, Darrow held Mara’s naked body against his. Her back clinging to his front. His right hand squeezing her right tit with commanding, protective force. His cock still throbbing from the way her beautiful cunt clenched and demanded his cum.

Mara’s body ached head to toe once more, but she felt blissful. So much so that in a shocking twist she didn’t even bother to get out of the bed for a glass of wine or some Xanax. Although she was pretty sure if she put her feet on the floor, her legs would twist and collapse into a pile of goo. Every muscle in her body felt like that thanks to the insane orgasms Darrow provided.

Having her clit stroked. Having her G-spot stroked. Coming that hard…

“You should have never let him ink you, babe,” Darrow growled. “I should have been the one to do it.”

“I know that,” Mara whispered. “There wasn’t a choice at the time. Plus, bikers are bikers, Darrow. No offense.”

“You think I’m like your husband?”

“I’m just saying that outlaws ultimately live by the same code,” Mara said. “I bet tomorrow you’ll order a shot of whiskey at the bar and then ask Maggie to dip her tit piercing into it. You take the shot and then suck the whiskey right off her nipples.”

“We can fix that for you, Mara,” Darrow said.

He pinched Mara’s right nipple, hard. She let out a yell of pain and elbowed at him. “Fuck off, Darrow. I’m not shoving a metal bar through my nipple. Ever. Bad enough my ass is throbbing from the tattoo. Again.”

Darrow gritted his teeth and swallowed hard. He felt words climbing up from his throat, told so by his mind. Words he didn’t want to—

“It’ll work out,” he said. “There are ways to make it work out. We just have to play this story for now, babe.”

“Well, at least we have what Cyrus wants. Maybe Linc will calm down too.”

“Right. No matter what, I’m not going to bail on you. I’m not going to ditch you. You’re mine now, Mara. Understand that. You’re fucking mine.”

Darrow moved his hands from her nipple down to her ass. He touched the painful, sensitive area where he had blacked out the rat’s initials. Mara sucked in a breath and jumped. Darrow inched his hand to her hip and pulled her tighter against him. He couldn’t sleep. Neither could Mara.

Both didn’t speak a word for the rest of the night.