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Chapter Twenty-Five

Let Me Feel

M ara opened the door to Darrow’s room to find him in his bed. His boots were off, his large, sock-covered feet sticking high up into the air. Wearing nothing but dark colored jeans and a dirty, white T-shirt. Muscles throbbing in all directions. The sleeves of the T-shirt looked to be hanging on for dear life, trying to rip into shreds, knowing one quick flex of Darrow’s biceps and they were done for. His leather cut hung right next to him on the bed post, half the SOFRAW logo visible.

Darrow looked at Mara. Mara looked at Darrow. Words weren’t spoken yet the two seemed to be communicating.

Mara felt… numb . So fucking numb. She wanted to feel something. She wanted to feel something right now. She walked toward the bed, never breaking eye contact with Darrow.

As soon as her legs bumped against the bed, she inched on top and moved over Darrow. She sat on his legs and opened his jeans. No hesitation. No conversation. No need for anything right now. Mara just wanted to feel…

She pulled Darrow’s jeans down far enough to allow his cock to jump free. He was more than halfway hard, his thickness throbbing with heavy veins. Mara grabbed him with her right hand. Holding his heavy root, squeezing and gently pumping. She felt Darrow’s size pulse as it filled up, growing harder.

With her other hand, Mara touched Darrow’s stomach, sliding his shirt up a few inches. She leaned all the way down, pressing her lips to well-earned stomach muscle. Darrow reached down and dug his fingers into Mara’s hair. He dug hard. But he didn’t command her. He just wanted to touch her. Feel her. Wait for her mouth…

Mara’s tongue teased down toward Darrow’s cock. She turned her head and ran her right hand up his hard cock. She began to kiss his cock from the side. Up. Inch by inch. Kiss after kiss. Scaling his insane length. Until she was finally hovering over the head of his cock.

She placed her hands on the bed. Mara only wanted to use her mouth. She took Darrow into her mouth with force. A slight ache attacked her jaw at the sudden need to open wide to accommodate Darrow’s size.

Mara didn’t care. She welcomed the ache. It was something to feel. Just like the feel of Darrow’s thickness in her mouth. Her tongue without any room. The head of his cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Taking him as far as she could, feeling her body’s natural reflexes kicking, telling her to stop. But Mara kept going. Taking Darrow even more.

“Oh, babe,” Darrow growled. “Fuck. Yes.”

He interlocked his fingers together, holding Mara’s hair, making her look messy as she sucked his cock. He watched her mouth moving up and down. Her sweet, soft lips sliding along his hardness. The feeling of her teeth gently grazing him.

When Mara pulled her mouth free, she gasped for a breath. She wiped her mouth for a moment and looked at Darrow. She went back for more. This time she moved even faster. Even harder. Groaning and growling, wanting his cum to fill her mouth and throat.

Darrow wasn’t stupid. He knew what this was. This was Mara in pain. Hurting over what happened to Macy. Mara had no control over that situation at all. That fucking scumbag rat out there running around, hiding, wanting to try and fuck with the club, finding a new way to hurt Mara. That made Darrow grit his teeth. His cock pulsed and Mara groaned.

“You want my cum that bad, babe?” Darrow asked.

Mara moaned uh-huh with her mouth full of Darrow’s cock.

“Damn,” Darrow growled.

He felt himself almost being pushed into another realm. Thinking about all those times he saw Mara come into the clubhouse. She would sit at the bar, drink, and then leave. She would look at him. Eye fuck him. He would eye fuck her right back. Darrow couldn’t even begin to remember how many times he came thinking about Mara. Whether it was the stroke of his own hand in the shower or using some deecees mouth or cunt, picturing it as Mara’s body.

“Oh, babe,” Darrow growled.

He thrust up and felt his cock release. Mara paused for a second and whimpered, taking his cock and his cum. Mara quickly grabbed at the throbbing base of Darrow’s cock and squeezed. Darrow was about halfway done when he pulled Mara’s mouth off him.

“Get up here, babe,” Darrow ordered.

Mara gasped for a breath. Darrow ran his thumb along Mara’s bottom lip, wiping away his own cum.

“Now,” he growled in a deeper voice.

Mara climbed up Darrow’s body and hurried to take her pants off. Panties too. Pushing and wiggling, trying to find a way to strip herself naked in a sexy way.

“Let me feel that cunt squeezing my throbbing cock,” Darrow said.

Mara whimpered and bit her bottom lip. She positioned herself over Darrow and lowered herself right down. No need to waste a fraction of a second.

As he tore through her threshold, her toes curled and she cried out. Darrow moved his hands to the back of her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. Mara gasped at the idea of kissing him…

What the fuck did Darrow care? It wasn’t like her mouth lingered with some other guy’s cum. Darrow kissed her hard and fucked her even harder. Mara pumped her hips, matching the outlaw’s speed. Their bodies collided over and over.

Orgasmic pleasure attacked Mara in only seconds. She also couldn’t believe that Darrow could finish and just keep going like he was. Still rock hard. Still fucking with power and need.

Darrow broke away from kissing Mara. He touched her throat but he did not squeeze. His pointer and middle fingertips pulled at Mara’s bottom lip. He stared at her, feeling her cunt working his cock. Tears then filled Mara’s eyes. Darrow understood it. There was no need to point it out.

He moved his right hand around to the back of Mara’s head and pulled her down against him. He held her as she buried her face into his neck. He felt the wetness of her tears as he held and fucked her.

Mara pumped her hips and her ass, wanting Darrow. In fact she never wanted him as badly as she did right then. Tears in her eyes, a baby in her womb, living in a version of hell not many would understand…

She kissed Darrow’s neck and whimpered.

“I love you, babe,” Darrow growled.

Mara sucked in a breath and held it for a second. Darrow grabbed her hips and lifted her up a little so he could fuck her even faster. The sound echoed through the bedroom. Mara moved her face and looked at Darrow.

Their noses touched. She tried to kiss him but missed. She thrust her tongue out for a second, touching his upper lip. Darrow thrust his tongue into Mara’s mouth. Her body started to climax again. She whimpered and purred.

Yet all she wanted to do was scream ‘I love you’ back at Darrow.