Chapter 29 – Damara
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Damara
Flagstaff, Arizona
Magnum must have a net worth in the millions because instead of us staying at a hotel in Flagstaff on our way to Texas, he opens up one of his studio apartments for the night.
This one is in a building with eight units, he explains, and the rent is enough that he can keep one place empty for emergencies.
I don’t have to worry about the cops until we get to Texas, but I still feel a lot safer with us laying low like this.
Even if I’m an all-star passenger princess, riding in Magnum’s bigger vehicle gets tiring. It’s better than sitting on the back of a motorcycle while pregnant, but my feet are officially swollen and I wince with each step.
“Need some help with that?” Magnum asks as I change into my indoor clothes right in front of him because as tired as I am, there’s no way I’m putting my outside clothes on the bed.
“Help with what?” I groan as I take my sweatpants clad ass over to the bed and sink into the mattress with gratitude that I finally have some support beneath me to carry the watermelon-sized passenger in my womb around with me.
“Those feet,” Magnum says. “I could massage them for you. Soak them in a salt bath.”
His request makes me instantly nervous. I don’t need Magnum touching up my feet and I’m independent enough that I can just fall asleep on my own without his help.
“You always say no to help,” Magnum says. “But this baby is mine too. Let me take some pressure off, you pink-haired demon.”
He sits at the end of the bed and I shake my head, still filled with old traditions about not putting devils and demons on people’s heads.
“Not a demon,” I grumble, putting my feet up on Magnum’s lap.
If he’s going to be a pain in my ass, he might as well massage my feet.
His rough, gigantic hands easily take control of me and when I feel Magnum’s thumb press into the bottom of my arches, the pain and pleasure that runs straight through me makes me instantly regret giving him this much control.
Magnum chuckles.
“That’s right,” he mutters. “You like that, don’t you?”
“When did I say that?”
“I heard that moan coming out of your sexy little mouth,” Magnum says, giving my foot an even deeper massage. I don’t want to overthink this massage, but I also don’t want it to lead to anything else.
“You won’t think my mouth is so sexy when I start calling you names.”
Magnum laughs. “Do you think that will help you tonight?”
“I don’t care. I’m the one stuck carrying around your big-headed baby. I know that’s not my fault.”
Our eyes meet and we both smile. We’re already in a danger zone with each other.
Although… when are we not in a fucking danger zone?
Magnum teases me even more by finding the perfect pressure spot on the bottom of my foot.
I moan again and fuck it feels so good to release that knot of tension down there.
“How do you want me to make it up to you?” Magnum asks, easing up on the painful deep tissue work and running his hands along the sides of my feet.
This time, the ticklish pleasure makes me completely docile and just about ready to submit to anything Magnum might suggest. I can hope he doesn’t notice how vulnerable I am, and how easy it would be for him to bend me to his will.
“I’m good.”
“Really? You don’t need my tongue between your legs?”
“I don’t think so.”
He hits that pressure point again and I can’t help but moan. I swat Magnum hard and he just laughs with smug self-satisfaction. Just because I like a foot massage doesn’t mean that I need Magnum’s tongue going between my folds everywhere.
“Aren’t you worried about what we might find out in Texas?”
I try to pull my foot away from Magnum, which only makes him clamp down harder. I’m screwed if I want to get away from him tonight.
There’s still only one bed in this studio apartment and I doubt that I’m going to convince Magnum to sleep on the couch. And I can’t make him, because he’s too fucking large for me to push away. I can’t even get my foot away from him right now.
I grunt and try to pull my foot away from him again while I grunt with frustration. “What does having your tongue between my legs have to do with that?”
“It would calm me down.”
“I see,” I grumble, grunting and making another failed effort to get my foot away from him. It doesn’t work and Magnum makes it worse by dragging more of my leg over his thigh so he can give me a much deeper massage.
Magnum’s thumbs run along the sides of my calf and it feels so fucking good that I moan again. Holy shit, he’s so good at massaging me that I’m losing my will to fight.
“I’ll suck on your pussy like a damn crab leg,” Magnum grunts. “If you just say the word…”
“What if I say the word ‘no’?” I tease Magnum, moving my foot over the top of his crotch as he holds my leg and finding the bulge pushing through his pants.
His dick is enormous and pushing through his trousers already, even if all he’s done is touch my bare legs.
I’m so heavy from the pregnancy and relieved with Magnum’s touch that I am absolutely craving more from him.
I still want to make him work for it. I still want him to fight. Magnum loves a good fight. Pushing against his desire for me only makes him want me more and by now, I should know that. I move my foot again and Magnum’s cock jerks against it again, reminding me of just how big that dick is.
And pierced. I was doing such a good job of keeping Magnum out of my head. But we’re trapped in a hotel room together and the way he presses those thumbs underneath my feet is working for me.
“You won’t say the word no,” Magnum says with a chuckle. “You like when I get my tongue up there. I’ll eat your little asshole too.”
“Magnum…” I say in mock distress. “You can’t talk like that in front of the baby.”
“Baby can’t hear my dirty talk. I looked it up.”
Whoever taught men how to use the internet can go to hell.
“Well, I can hear it. And I won’t have you talking about your tongue in my asshole.”
“Why not?” Magnum says. “You wouldn’t have to do anything but lie there and spread those cheeks for me.”
He smirks in a way that makes me nervous because…
does he really mean it? It’s bad enough we have to be trapped in this studio apartment together.
We can’t fuck each other all the way to Texas.
I need to gain control over this situation, but when Magnum moves his fingers up the side of my calf, I feel immediately weak.
“Mmmm.”
“Sounds like you already stopped arguing,” Magnum says, flipping me onto my stomach like his personal pancake.
I squeal as I edge off the bed enough to balance my baby bump without straight up crushing the baby – who would seemingly be happy to take my pancreas or kidney out in a second if I move the wrong way based on my past experiences.
“Magnum, I’m serious,” I grunt as I try to gain control of my toppled-over body. “Do not put your tongue back there.”
He removes my pants while I try kicking him in the face.
I can’t get control of my body and I don’t know if I’m using all my energy.
Magnum is huge. And I don’t want to fight.
We end up in bed together every damn night.
I just have to fight enough to prove to myself that I don’t need him. And if I could just get away… I would.
Because I can’t love another man. Not after what the ones before did to me.
Not before what I did to them. Once he has my pants off, Magnum kneels behind me and drops to his knees with a masculine grunt.
His body is so warm as he kneels behind me and I can feel his arms grasping my legs like he’s about to pull me against his face.
“You are not,” I grunt, gripping onto the bed and doing my best effort at an army crawl away from Magnum. “Do not lick my ass, Magnum.”
“Fine…” he murmurs, pressing his tongue specifically to my clit.
I try not to moan but of course, he knows exactly where to touch to activate my sweet spot and make me cry out with arousal.
There’s a tight pressure between my legs and then release as my juices squirt down my thighs. Why the hell am I so weak for this man?
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Magnum whispers, taking his index finger and running it through the juices spilling down my thighs. As he takes some of my juices on his finger, he wipes it off my thigh and then teases his way back up to my pussy lips with that soaking wet index finger.
I fail completely at getting away from him. Magnum’s finger pushes past my entrance and with one thrust, he enters me with his fat index finger, coated with my juices.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, kissing the top of my ass like he’s proud of me. I moan against my will again as he slides his finger along my inner walls and then pushes that thick finger deep inside me again.
“Look at how your asshole puckers when I put my finger up there,” he whispers as he keeps pumping my pussy with his finger, forcing me to moan with pleasure and making it sound like I agree with him completely.
He’s beginning to melt my worries away and it scares me to give Magnum this much control. I make one effort to draw my pussy away from Magnum’s fingers but he just clamps down on my lower back with one hand and fucks me harder. He wants me to moan. He wants me to beg for him to penetrate my ass.
Magnum presses his tongue to pussy again and flattens it to start with these slow, full strokes that coat my outer lips in his spit. I can feel my lower lips getting soaking fucking wet as he fingers me with one hand and then massages his tongue between those lower lips to focus on my clit again.