Page 24 of Taming the Demon

“What are you going to do about it, Darrow? Lying is all I’ve known to survive.”

“Yeah? Did you lie to me with your fake tears and your slippery cunt?”

“What’s the difference? You were balls deep inside me and it did the job. I bet I still have your cum inside me.”

Darrow gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe how fucking filthy this woman was.

“That fucking mouth of yours…”

Darrow growled out loud and kicked his left foot at Mara’s legs, taking her down to her knees. Without hesitation and without taking his right hand from her hair… Darrow used his left hand to open his jeans and push them down.

“Look what you did to me, babe,” he called out as his thick cock jumped free of his jeans. “Touching your ass. Looking at that forbidden… fuck… and the smell of your cunt. Turned on because I was touching you.”

Mara’s jaw shivered as the sight of Darrow’s massive cock standing so thick and tall. She took inventory for a split second. Her jeans down to her knees. She herself on her knees. The inside of her right ass cheek throbbing and stinging from getting Fitz’s initials blacked out with fresh ink. Darrow’s strong handpulling at her hair, pulling her mouth toward him. Using his left hand, Darrow gripped his cock and slapped it against the left side of Mara’s face.

“Now,” he ordered her.

Mara groaned and opened wide, moving over his full tip. Darrow was not kind or gentle. He thrust as though Mara’s mouth was her cunt. Sliding in fast and going very deep.

Pain shot through Mara’s jaw and the back of her throat clenched. Her gag reflex went from zero to three hundred and she tried to pull her head back but Darrow’s hold on her hair refused it. She was reduced to moaning.

“That’s right, babe,” Darrow said. “Fuck. That’s right.”

Darrow pulled his cock from her mouth and listened to the wet sound of his exit echo around the old garage. He pulled Mara’s head, making her head snap back.

“Bend over that fucking chair again,” Darrow ordered. “I’m going to tattoo you with my cock this time.”

Mara groaned. “But we said… no more…”

Darrow grabbed for Mara’s jaw. He leaned down toward her. His mouth collided with hers for a second, offering a sloppy kiss.

“Bend over that fucking chair right now, babe,” Darrow said as he pulled his mouth from Mara’s.

Mara turned and reached for the chair. Darrow, being impatient, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into place. A second later, his cock pressed against her slit, threatening to rip her open once more.

She was so ready for him though. Hot. Wet. Pulsing with need. She looked back at Darrow.

“Don’t blame me, Mara,” he said. “You’re the one who said you were pregnant.”

“What…”

Darrow grinned with such an evil look that chills moved through Mara’s body.

“I’m going to have to get you pregnant now to make our lie a reality.”

Mara’s body continued to shake. All she wanted was a drink to calm her nerves. Her pussy throbbed and slightly ached. She could feel Darrow’s cum dripping from her, staining her panties, sticky against her inner thighs as she walked into the clubhouse. Darrow’s words echoed in her head.

Get me pregnant… for real…?

That seemed insane. Absolutely insane. So was the outlaw world. The world of bikers, who lived to break the standards of society and take laws and laugh at them. These guys bragged about their arrest records the way businessmen in suits and ties would brag about their yearly bonuses.

Mara went right back to the bar and pointed at Maggie. She watched Maggie fill up a glass with soda and that pissed her off. Darrow sensed Mara’s annoyance, but there wasn’t a thing to be done right now. Mara started this. She needed to ride it out.

“Well, I guess we can raise our glasses to these two,” Slade said. “As fucked up and messy as it is.”

“Hold off that for a second,” Cyrus said. “Wait until Skylar gets back.”

“Those tits could feed every baby in the world with plenty left over,” Warren said.

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