Chapter 18 – Damara #2
I don’t know what possessed me to say such a thing to a man clearly breaking with reality. I should have known he lost a few marbles when he came downstairs with barely-covered ass cheeks, but now I have confirmation that Magnum has plunged off the deep end.
This is all my fault for laying it down on Magnum and jiggling my ass cheeks on his dick a few times. His fierce gaze reminds me that Magnum could easily overpower me. He doesn’t care about scaring me. He wants me scared – and obedient.
“We are getting married,” Magnum says. “Now you’re going to get upstairs or I’ll smack your ass so hard your hair changes color.”
I bite my tongue. Magnum looks serious. If all he wants is sex, fine.
I’ll distract him with a romp in the bedroom and we can ignore all this silly talk about relationships, love, and a future after I give birth to his heir.
Fate didn’t push us together. A rogue actor drugged us both and chose this strange path.
Scowling at Magnum so he knows in his soul that we’re not at all finished arguing, I storm off to the bedroom.
My heart pounds. I should be defending myself from Magnum’s advances.
Not spreading my legs for him. He senses my defiance and follows me, clearly suspicious of my plans to avoid listening to him.
“Turn around,” Magnum says when I don’t immediately face him upon realizing he’s following me. I turn around.
“You are annoying.”
“Yes,” he says. “But so are you. Sit on the bed.”
“I don’t get off on being bossed around,” I tell him.
Magnum smirks. “Is that so?”
“I don’t.”
“I should make you get on your knees,” he says. “But despite your dirty mouth, I’ll do you a favor instead.”
He pushes me up against the bed so my ass smacks down on the mattress. Before I can protest, Magnum drops to his knees and spreads my legs widely so he can kneel between them. He looks up at me with a cocky, possessive smirk.
“We don’t have to do this,” I warn him. “I’m fine with the distance between us.”
“And what if I’m not?”
“Eating me out won’t help.”
My pussy throbs. I’m such a liar. I’m only human and the sight of Magnum on his knees and desperate to please me gives me an absolute rush. He grins as if he can read my mind and sense my desire for him.
“I think it will.”
“It won’t.”
“It will,” Magnum says as he runs his palm over the tops of my thighs possessively. “Because we’re going to make a deal.”
“I’ve had enough deals with the devil,” I answer as Magnum reaches for the waist of my underwear and yanks it over my ass cheeks.
I suck in as much air as I can with one big breath and my feet shoot out in a half-hearted effort to push Magnum away from me.
Our size difference is far too great for my fighting to work on him.
Magnum knows it and easily yanks my pants off. He can’t eat his way into my heart. I don’t care how skilled he is with his tongue and I definitely don’t care how good his pierced dick will feel afterwards.
I’ve watched so many smart women in that club laid down flat by some biker dick and I know I can resist the pull of these dangerous white men.
Even if it doesn’t feel that way with Magnum’s enormous body laying on top of mine.
And his hands sink into my thighs while his face gets dangerously close to my wetness.
“What’s one more deal with the devil, miss pink hair?”
“You know my name is Damara.”
“Are you sure?” Magnum whispers, kissing the top of my thigh before gently spreading my flower open with his finger. “Pretty sure that’s my baby mama’s name…”
Before I can resist him or protest, he slides his tongue between my lips and I cry out with a moan of pleasure that I don’t mean to let slip. This man is a monster. Magnum’s tongue roams over my clit and he sucks on it with just enough pressure that I feel like I’m going to burst.
My hips buck upwards to meet Magnum’s lips and he takes this unconscious physical response as encouragement to eat my pussy like it’s his last meal. He runs his tongue along my outer lips and then sucks on them until I moan while his finger strays over to my clit and moves in slow, teasing circles.
“You like that don’t you?” Magnum mutters. “I’m tempted to keep you from cumming to punish you.”
He runs his tongue over my outer lips in a slow, intentional lick.
My pussy drips like a goddamn faucet into Magnum’s mouth.
He drinks up every drop and my heart flutters nervously.
If he punishes me by withholding an orgasm, the next meal I make will be spicy enough to damage this white boy’s stomach lining.
Magnum moves his lips back to my clit, leaving my outer lips tingling with arousal as he focuses his attention on my sensitive engorged flower.
He rubs his fingers along my entrance and just when I feel like I’m about to cum, Magnum slides two fingers all the way inside me.
My pussy tightens around his fingers and I explode.
He thrusts two fingers inside me at a steady pace. I can’t breathe. His fingers feel so fucking good. I cry out loudly as Magnum explores my inner walls with swirling fingers as he pulls out of me. I’m in so much ecstasy that I can hardly breathe.
Somehow, sleeping with Magnum doesn’t make me like him more. But damn it feels good. He kisses my neck as he keeps two fingers inside me and positions his body over mine so he can kiss me slowly while massaging my pussy with his fingers.
His fingers easily draw my pussy out of its post orgasm numbness into a heightened state of arousal, even stronger than when Magnum first pressed his face between my legs. I move my hips to meet his fingers as he faces me and for a moment too long stares into my eyes.
“I love you,” he grunts, thrusting his fingers deeper and then kissing my neck. I cry out in pleasure, but also because I don’t know what he wants me to say.
How can this man love me? Why?
My lack of response doesn’t bother him. He kisses me slowly while he fishes that big dick out of his pants. The size would be more than enough to twist my stomach into a nervous knot, but Magnum has piercings on top of that, adding to the girth of his hard, thick python.
He kisses me again while holding my cheeks so I’m forced to face him and then he says the words again in no uncertain terms, “I love you.”
My heart somersaults. Magnum’s pierced dick presses against my entrance.
Cool metal surrounded by warm flesh. He slides the head inside me easily, even if it’s still a tight squeeze.
I’m too wet for it to really hurt, but I feel the pressure from his invading member.
Magnum’s heavy muscular body presses me into the bed and with one swift thrust, I forget that I hate this man with every fiber of my being.
I forget that I promised to keep my distance from him and to never let him into my head despite what we did with our bodies. It’s like his dick is so big, he forces the words and emotions out of me.
“I love you too, Magnum.”
I don’t even recognize my voice. I don’t recognize the vulnerable woman allowing another man to get close to her after all the shit she’s been through.
My thighs wrap around Magnum and he pins me to the bed with his weight, moving his lips to mine as he pumps into me with a steady stimulating rhythm…