Chapter 9 – Magnum
Chapter Nine
Magnum
Iwant to bottom out in Damara’s pussy before I even get the head of my cock past her tight, elastic entrance.
She grips me with almost intentional force as I push the pierced head of my cock inside her just enough for her to feel how much I’ll stretch her out once I get more of my shaft past her tightening entrance.
She holds onto my dick so tightly that I swear I’m going to cum before I move more than an inch inside her.
Could that be what happened between us? I didn’t get a chance to sleep with her, but I shoved the drunken tip of my dick inside her and came…
That would make me less of a monster, I suppose.
Damara makes a half-choked moan as I suck on her neck and push more of my dick inside her.
I want to hear her begging for it. I need to hear her squealing for my cock before I fuck her tight ass pussy the way I really want to.
Her moan gets a bit of a higher pitch as I grab Damara’s gorgeous ass cheeks and spread them apart a little bit so I can watch my cock disappear into her tight hole.
“Does it feel good taking my pierced dick, stranger?”
Damara makes a pathetic effort to glare at me over her shoulder, but I punish her efforts at sassiness by sliding the rest of my cock inside her and forcing her to feel the two barbells along the underside massaging the textured front walls of her pussy as our bodies nestle closely, fitting together in a way that makes me about to burst.
Hair from my crotch nestles against Damara’s soft ass cheeks and all I want is to sink into this woman’s sweet pussy until I cum. Technically, it hasn’t been a long time at all since I’ve cum inside a hot woman, but I want to remember this experience that drugs cheated me from.
“Nothing about you will ever feel good,” Damara snaps at me while I reach around to touch her pretty clit and find a juicy, aroused nub waiting for me.
She loves this. Damara moans as I withdraw my hips slowly from her tightness and her moaning gets louder when I bury myself inside her all the way to the hilt.
After only a few thrusts, she’s almost a drooling mess of desire.
I part Damara’s lower lips with my fingers and explore the shape of her tight little pussy while I fuck her slowly from behind.
The clit stimulation is what’s really driving her over the edge.
But it might be the way my dick feels rubbing along those tight inner walls.
“You sound pretty happy to me,” I whisper to Damara as I tease her clit with a lighter touch and enter her with slower thrusts, forcing her to acknowledge just how much she enjoys feeling my dick inside her.
She grunts in frustration and pushes her hips backwards against me.
Does she think that trying to make me cum faster will make me go easier on her?
“Fuck yes,” I growl. “I love watching that ass bounce.”
“Shut up…” Damara gasps as she fucks me back, giving me the incredibly hot visual of her thick, dark brown ass cheeks bouncing on my cock.
Her pussy feels even better than I could have ever imagined.
Heat flushes all over my cheeks and chest as I struggle not to cum inside her too soon.
I want more time with this gorgeous woman.
As she thrusts her hips back, her breathing grows more shallow, and I feel that already tight pussy clamping down harder around me.
“I can feel your sweet ass pussy about to cum,” I growl as I pull Damara’s hips back and take control of the pace she takes my cock.
“Shut up…” she repeats, practically admitting how much she loves my dick inside her.
“It’s okay to enjoy yourself,” I whisper. “It’s probably been a long time since you felt a big white dick like this inside you.”
Damara can’t hold back and for some reason, the filthy ass words out of my mouth only bring her closer to a climax and those particular words push her over the edge.
She slams her hips back against me as I feel a torrent of gushing juices from Damara’s pussy as she cums all over my dick.
I groan as her pussy milks my cock and I know it won’t be more than two more pumps inside her sweet ass cunt before I cum.
“Stay right there,” I growl and tilt my hips forward, penetrating Damara’s pussy at such a deep angle that I reach new depths of her tightness.
We both cry out together and the cum erupts out of my balls faster than even I could have imagined.
I cum so hard that I almost feel like I got knocked the fuck out.
She feels so good that I don’t want to pull out of her.
I hold Damara’s body close to mine and allow every drop of my cum to spill inside her.
If I didn’t get her pregnant the first time, this must have worked to get her knocked up with my baby batter.
I should be getting soft, but my cock lurches with excitement at the thought of this act between us leading to something as permanent as a baby.
Everything about Damara would change with a pregnancy.
Her body would swell with my seed and every day, I could care for her and treasure her changing body as partially owned by me…
Cumming inside this woman is a dangerous rush.
I somehow manage to pry myself out of her slowly, sliding my cock out of Damara’s tightness and rubbing the head against her thighs.
“You feel so good. I don’t want to let you go.”
“This isn’t helping your case.”
“I didn’t drug you. I promise.”
“It doesn’t make you look like the good guy when you keep me captive and fuck me in your bed.”
“The sex helps me as much as it helps you.”
“Delusional.”
I allow Damara to pull away from me, even if I want to keep her in my arms and hold her close to me until I’m ready to fuck her deeply again. I only allow her to squirm away because my cell phone starts buzzing across the room.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Damara says accusingly. Part of me hopes that she’s saying that out of jealousy.
“None of your business.”
I answer the phone. It’s Tamiya, who got the footage from Owen and Vickie’s stellar security system. I don’t like her tone when I answer the phone. Something about the way Tamiya breathes makes me nervous…
“Please tell me you have answers.”
“Yes, but you won’t like the answers. Can I talk to my sister please?”
Tamiya doesn’t sound angry with me, or forceful.
She clearly understands that I have the upper hand here and her respect makes it tempting to give in to her requests.
I trust Tamiya, but unfortunately I don’t trust Damara and I don’t want her crying about assault or setting any of the Blackwood men after me until she fully accepts that our relationship to each other at this point has become completely mutual.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not, Magnum?”
“She’s freaking out and I need to control the flow of information.”
“Why would she freak out? Did something happen between the two of you aside from falling asleep in a deep cuddle on the pool table?”
Gossip travels around this club fast. Did Oske leak this information, or was this somehow passed around the club from Wyatt Shaw? It doesn’t matter how Tamiya found out, but it turns out she found out some of the truth. It gives me hope that I might find out who drugged the two of us.
“Give me the names.”
“I need an email address for the footage.”
“condom.sinclair@”
“That is disgusting.”
“It’s an alias.”
“Nobody wants to think about condoms while sending an email.”
I avoid making any comments or jokes that could upset Tamiya while she has the information that I desperately need.
“You’re right.”
Best option when dealing with an angry woman is to agree with her as expeditiously as possible. You can do whatever you want once she’s calmed down and preferably looking the other way.
“Perfect,” she says. “You now have access to 4 GB of footage from that night. It’s nothing too crazy, but the only people who approached the two of you are Ryder Sinclair, Vickie Shaw, Ruger Blackwood, and Ethan Shaw.”
“Why would any of those people drug me? Or Damara?” I’m musing out loud partially to myself, but I don’t mind hearing Tamiya’s opinion on the matter considering her history of investigating for the club. This does affect her sister after all.
Tamiya doesn’t take much probing to start unloading her opinions on me.
“Ruger is mentally ill, but that’s the only thing I’ve got. He’s mellowed out since the kids, so despite his past, it seems unlikely.”
“You have more theories?”
“Give Damara a chance to talk to me, or you won’t hear another fucking thing.”