Page 48 of Taming the Demon

Darrow dropped down to his knees and placed his hand to Drix’s neck. He told Drix to stay calm and take breaths. That everything was going to be okay. It was going to be just fine.

Mara’s mouth opened wide and she moved over the head of Darrow’s cock. Her lips swallowing over the well-defined ridge of his tip. She stayed right there, rocking back and forth, feeling him pulsing.

Darrow grabbed at Mara’s hair, balling it up tight. He then thrust, sliding more of his cock into her mouth.

Slade and Monte showed up just a minute or so later. There was no time to waste since they were all out back of some businesses. And a gun had been fired. This was becoming one big mess for sure. Slade ordered Monte to get Virus on the phone and get him and Dolph here with two vans to clean up the mess.

Mara felt Darrow’s cock teasing the back of her tongue. His stiffness beginning to test her gag reflex, which, quite honestly, wasn’t all that great at the moment. Darrow then pulled back, removing his cock from her mouth. Mara groaned and tightened her grip, which made the sound loud and wet when he popped free.

She looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, babe,” Darrow said. “Now stand up.”

Mara did as she was told. Her hands gripped at Darrow’s cock once more. This time her hands move more freely, her saliva acting as a lube. She pumped her hands hard. Fast. Gripping as much as she could. Gritting her teeth. Just staring in Darrow’s eyes.

Darrow quickly grabbed for Mara and told her they needed to leave. She was pregnant and priority one. Slade and Monte agreed with that. They would load up Drix into a van and get him medical attention. As far as the SS13 guys, they’d end up inanother van. Something was said about calling Chief Dick and getting his help too…

Mara’s left hand squeezed at the head of Darrow’s cock. Her right hand moved up and down his shaft. For Darrow, his interest in a hand job was probably the same as someone turning on an air conditioner when it was ten below zero outside. But something about Mara though…

The way she looked up at him. The sorrow and sadness in her eyes. He touched her face. His hand moved down to her neck. Her throat. He didn’t squeeze. No fucking way now. Not with her carrying his baby.

Darrow used his other hand and lifted Mara’s shirt. He touched her stomach. It hit him. Hard. He was going to be a father. Fuck, he was a father right now. There was life in her womb. Tonight, he protected his unborn child and the woman carrying it.

Darrow growled and felt a sudden rush from his balls up through his cock. He couldn’t believe he was going to come. From a fucking hand job. His cock stiffened and then released.

Mara gasped and looked down, watching the first rope of cum land on her shirt, her belly, and on Darrow’s hand. She kept going, stroking him, feeling him throb in her hand, watching his hot cum jump from his cock.

Darrow finally grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away. Strings of cum clung with vicious force before breaking away. Darrow took a few breaths. He moved Mara’s left hand toward her mouth. He rubbed her thumb against her bottom lip, watching his cum stick to her.

Mara licked her bottom lip and sighed at the warm, salty taste of her outlaw. Next step?

Take Mara into the shower so they could both get cleaned up, properly fuck, and then sleep away everything that happened tonight.

Chapter Twenty

Abuela’s Garden

Darrow stood outside the bathroom with a hot cup of coffee. When the door opened and Mara stood there, looking miserable and pale faced, she curled her lip and said, “I hate you.”

“To be fair, you’re the one who did this,” Darrow said. “This pregnancy thing is on you.”

“That makes me feel hopeful,” Mara said as she took the coffee cup. “This is all on me. Thanks for the heads up this early in the day that I’ll be a fucking single mother.”

Darrow quickly placed his hand to Mara’s belly.

“Not a chance in hell, babe,” he said. “This baby is mine. And so are you. There is nothing you can do to escape me. I’m not like your rat husband.”

Mara gasped and swung her free hand. Darrow caught her wrist, then brought the palm of her hand to his mouth and kissed her.

“I was touching the toilet with that hand when I was throwing up a minute ago because of your child,” Mara said. “I hope your mouth is full of germs and you get sick.”

“You think some germs off a toilet are going to bother me?” Darrow growled. “You want to know the stuff I’ve had in my mouth, babe?”

“Gross,” Mara said.

As she said that, she caught herself smirking. It was really unfair just how sexy Darrow was. And how he made everything sexy. Mara curled up on the couch with her coffee and her thoughts. Darrow stood behind the couch and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“I have to go to the clubhouse,” he said. “Check up on things.”

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