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Chapter Thirty-Two

Beauty Lies in Forever

D arrow opened the bathroom door and looked at Mara’s beautiful figure through the shower curtain. Her shadow made her curves look bigger and sexier. As Darrow took his leather cut off and stepped out of his boots, Mara pulled the shower curtain back and smiled at her outlaw.

“Need a shower?” Mara purred. “Join me.”

She pulled the curtain open even more, exposing her naked body. Darrow couldn’t help but look at Mara’s stomach. The stitches and cuts placed there were starting to heal but had a long way to go. Mara touched her stomach, feeling horrible about herself.

“You’re beautiful, babe,” Darrow said.

He took his shirt off and dropped his jeans. His cock bounced free, half stiff already. As he stepped out of his jeans, he also did his socks. Barefoot and completely nude he walked to the shower. He grabbed his thick, heavy cock and stroked himself fully hard. He then reached for Mara’s left hand and placed it on himself.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. She stroked him. “You’re amazing, Darrow. What a fucking cock…”

Darrow lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard and deep. He pulled away with a wet kiss sound and dipped down to her tits. Cupping both tits, pressing them together, opening his mouth wide and forcing both of Mara’s nipples into his mouth at the same time. She groaned and whimpered.

Darrow dug his fingers harder. An ache pulsed through Mara’s chest and down between her legs. Darrow dropped his hands and his mouth at the same time. He lowered down to one knee before the woman he loved. Mara quickly moved her hands to her stomach. Darrow ripped her hands away.

“No fucking way, babe,” he growled, looking up at her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He leaned and gently kissed her stitches. He gently kissed the wounds. His hands moved around to her ass, kneading her soft, warm skin, pulling her against his mouth. Inch by inch, Darrow worked his way down.

Mara sucked in a breath and lifted her left leg up and placed it on the edge of the tub. Her jaw dropped and her inner thighs shivered. She felt her own wetness suddenly pour from her with excitement.

Darrow’s tongue flicked aggressively at Mara’s cunt. Her wet, hot, slick, soaked cunt. Honey smothering Darrow’s tongue. He lapped up her sweet juice, swallowed it down, and went back for more. Devouring her soft cunt. Flirting with her clit. Sliding his tongue down and thrusting it into her body, allowing her pulsing sheath to tug at him and drive him crazy. Darrow pulled his mouth away and growled.

“Fuck,” he said.

He stood up fast. With force. He reached and shut the shower off.

“I have some shampoo still in my hair,” Mara said.

“I don’t give a fuck, babe,” Darrow said.

He scooped Mara up and carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom. He placed her down onto the bed and stepped to his left. His cock all but smacked her under her chin. With his left hand, he reached down and grabbed her slippery, soapy hair.

Mara touched Darrow’s thickness, then lifted her mouth to him. Taking him. His full head first, her tongue battling for space, wanting to tease and swirl. But there was no room. Her mouth was full. He was big. Really big.

Darrow reached between Mara’s legs with his right hand, letting his middle and ring fingers slide along her slick center. Curling against her clit, collecting her warm honey.

Mara sucked on his cock, moving slow, groaning, the vibration of that move making Darrow’s balls tighten and pulse. He wanted to fill her throat and mouth with his cum.

He pulled at her hair, forcing her mouth away from his cock. In exchange, he jammed his two fingers into Mara’s mouth, making her suck her own wetness off his fingers. His fingers exited her mouth with a wet pop sound and Darrow climbed onto the bed and nestled between her legs. His full size throbbing. Her perfect cunt, wet and relaxed, ready for him.

They collided together with passion. Mara cried out and clawed at Darrow’s back. He slammed himself into her with force. And love. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t contain himself.

Mara clawed her hands up to his hair. She kissed Darrow’s mouth, then bit his lip. She moved her mouth to his ear and groaned over and over, telling him she loved him. Darrow slid his right hand between their bodies, holding Mara’s hip. His thumb stroked at her stomach. Feeling the cuts. He looked down and saw that a couple places were starting to bleed just a little.

That was okay. Cuts would always heal. Even if they scarred, they would heal. There was some kind of romantic meaning behind that, but Darrow couldn’t find it. He preferred to just shut his fucking mind off for once and fuck the woman he’d always loved. In less than nine months she’d give birth to their baby and the next chapter of their wild, outlaw romance would continue.

If life was nothing short of chaotic, was it even worth living?