Chapter 15 – Damara
Chapter Fifteen
Damara
My fist stops short of Magnum’s face because he grips my wrist and stops me in my tracks from fighting him.
God, I hate him so much. His pierced dick rubs all over my inner walls with each thrust and he already made me cum…
at least twice. I need him to stop. I need him to give me a chance to tell him how much I hate his guts and how much he’s going to regret getting me pregnant.
I can’t say a word the moment that I want to because Magnum pins my wrists over my head and starts moving his hips with this rhythm.
And I mean a rhythm. My pussy aches with an immediate desire to explode again.
I close my eyes just so I don’t have to face the fact that the best dick of my life is happening right now. With him.
My pussy clenches around Magnum’s cock and I let go enough to moan loudly and just allow myself to finish and have the best orgasm of my life all over this crazy biker’s pierced cock. Being with him shouldn’t feel this fucking good. It just shouldn’t.
He cups my ass and holds me against him after this orgasm saps the will to fight out of me.
I lie in Magnum’s arms and let him fuck me hard until I cum again.
He has so much stamina that he doesn’t seem close at all.
His dick just delivers one orgasm after another until I’m a sweaty mess and his face flushes cranberry red as Magnum drips everywhere and draws close to finishing.
I feel his cock stiffen between my legs. The muscles on his body get harder with large veins popping out around his strong biceps and powerful forearms. My ankles unconsciously wrap around his torso and thick built-as-fuck glutes as he pounds me harder.
“I got this pussy pregnant,” he growls. “That makes you mine, babygirl…”
“Magnum…” I gasp his name and he holds my body even closer to his.
My pussy pulses around his cock with forbidden desire for exactly the nightmare Magnum promises.
“I want to cum inside you so badly,” he murmurs, running his tongue along the side of my neck and sending a pleasurable thrill straight through me.
His hips rock against mine, pumping his pierced cock into me deeper.
The barbells rub against my inner walls as Magnum forcefully thrusts his cock between my legs.
I shouldn’t reply to his dirty talk, but the words just fall out of my mouth as Magnum gives me more of his big pierced dick.
“Do it,” I gasp desperately. “Cum inside me, baby…”
I’ve lost my damn mind.
Those four words cause Magnum to explode inside me with an even bigger eruption than the one first discovered between my legs on the club house pool table.
My heart flutters as my body shudders with a mixture of guilt and primal pleasure.
He holds my body close to his so fucking tightly that I’m forced to feel all the heat emanating off his skin.
Magnum presses his hips forward just slightly and pushes the tip of his cock so deep that I feel him scraping my cervix.
If he didn’t get me pregnant the first time our bodies joined, this time will definitely do the trick.
To add to my problems, Magnum follows up his big eruption with slow, soft kisses all over my neck.
He tenderly slides his cock out of me and wipes it off on my thigh.
“Next time, I’ll take you from behind so I can watch that big dump truck ass bounce on my cock.”
This man will say just about anything. I wriggle away from Magnum – or try to – in order to express my disapproval.
He clamps down his grasp on me and kisses the sides of my neck until I become compliant and Magnum returns to kissing my lips.
His slow kisses turn into a makeout within a few minutes and that becomes sloppy and wet a few minutes after that.
He knows exactly how to use those lips and that big pierced cock he has hanging between his legs. The worst part is over, so I don’t have to push Magnum away anymore. What will that accomplish when he already pumped ropes of cum between my legs?
I signed his contract. This is what I agreed to.
Magnum surfaces from our sloppy makeout session with a calm expression. He’s almost smiling, which looks downright strange on this beastly man. His smile makes me nervous too.
“I can’t wait to see our baby on an ultrasound,” he says with a strange excitement in his demeanor which scares the crap out of me.
I signed the contract because of all the financial perks and because I’m a “you only live once” type of woman.
I wouldn’t describe my feelings about having Magnum’s baby as anything close to “excitement”.
For all I know, this could be a huge mistake.
“Instead of worrying about an ultrasound, you should think about finding out who drugged us and made this happen in the first place.”
“Does it matter anymore?” Magnum asks with that goofy, confident smile on his face. I hate that I find him handsome. “We’re going to have a baby.”
My stomach flips as he mentions this baby again. Does this baby really change anything between us in the long-term? Magnum has this eerie expression on his face, like we’re actually a real couple about to have a baby together and not two strangers in a fake relationship – at best.
“Yes, it matters,” I grumble, trying to pull my body away from Magnum’s and feeling him clamp down possessively on me while he keeps his dick buried between my legs. “What if they do it again?”
“I’ll give you a second baby without drugs. Don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“Then what?” Magnum asks, pushing some of my pink hair out of my face and making my chest do that uncomfortable flutter again.
“What if they drug us and cut the baby out of my womb to sell on the black market.”
He scowls as if we don’t exist in a world of outlaws where terrifying criminal acts affect members of the Rebel Barbarians every other month.
Magnum’s hand strokes my cheeks as he murmurs, “You have a dark mind.”
He kisses my forehead, clearly hoping to put me at ease, which would have worked if he weren’t Magnum Sinclair.
“I’ve been through some shit,” I respond to him, still trying to sound tough as I expose the smallest vulnerability to Magnum.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. Worry about your new business and staying in bed ready for me to fuck you again whenever I’m ready.”
Does Magnum really think it’s that simple? My heart throbs. I have huge problems going on right now, namely my missed period. I don’t need to be in bed with Magnum waiting for him to take yet another dangerous risk with my womb.
“That seems risky,” I tell him. “And unnecessary.”
He’ll get suspicious of my missed period and demand a pregnancy test soon.
I can’t bear the thought of finding out the truth yet.
I’m just not ready to know if that fucked up night I don’t even remember will ruin the rest of my life too.
I don’t want Magnum to detect even the slightest change in my emotional state.
I know what a missed period means, but I don’t want to admit it to myself.
Magnum seems suspiciously calm about my outward rejection of him, and there’s a nagging sense in the back of my mind that it’s because he knows he’ll have a way of making me stay with him for far longer than I would have otherwise.
A worrying smirk crosses Magnum’s face. “You’re right. It’s unnecessary. That doesn’t make me want to fuck you less.”
I hate the way my stomach flips when he says that.
“I have no need to stay here, Magnum. I got my period.”
He snickers.
“I’m serious. We can stop messing around and once the business opens, maybe we can be business partners. Write me a bill for everything you have spent on me thus far.”
Magnum raises his eyebrows and his cheeks turn red the way I would expect them to if I slapped him across the face.
What the hell is wrong with this man? I’m offering to be the complete opposite of a gold digger and he doesn’t appear to be the slightest bit receptive to that.
Isn’t that what men want these days? An independent woman who leaves them alone?
“Damara, you’re pregnant,” Magnum says, cutting through the air with his vicious, life-changing words that he says with so much certainty that my knees wobble.
How could he possibly know that? He can’t know that. I can’t remember the last time I even saw my period. Oops. The body gets confused when you don’t sleep with a man for a while and then you start all over again.
“I’m not pregnant. I got my period.”
I double down on the lie. Magnum can’t know that I’m pregnant, which means I can keep talking and weasel my way out of this, just like I did in the past whenever I needed to escape men and their bullshit.
“You didn’t, Damara.”
“Then why am I bleeding right now?”
“Damara, you’re pregnant. Lying to me won’t change that.”
“I’m not.”
“I have proof.”
What? My immediate sense of anger, violation and just absolutely loathing for Magnum reaches a sudden peak.
Without thinking about the consequences, I lunge across the bed and slap him hard across the face.
My hand connects – because of course it does – and Magnum stands there, allowing me to whack the shit out of him.
His non-violence takes the steam out of my slap and I lean back away from him, trembling with adrenaline as I scowl at him, ready to lunge at him again but planning to hit his peaceful ass with an even harder blow the next time.
It’s bad enough I’m stuck with this man, but he just keeps taking from me.
The closeness makes it even worse, because I’m forced to confront Magnum’s physical size and all the other physical things about him…
“How did you get proof?”
Magnum smirks with smug self-satisfaction that another smack could quickly wipe off his fucking face.
“I stole your urine because I wanted to make a plan like any decent man would before becoming a father.”
“Decent men steal piss now? Is that in the Bible somewhere?”