Chapter 30 – Magnum
Chapter Thirty
Magnum
My fingers slide around Damara’s neck as my temptation to give her a tight gripping hand necklace courses through me. Before my fingers can grasp her neck, she looks me dead in the eye and finally, I hear what I want to hear.
“I love you.”
Then I hear what I don’t want to hear.
“I love you, stupid big-headed idiot.”
Okay. I’ll have to take the ‘stupid big-headed idiot’ kind of thing because at least I heard a little bit of what I want.
“Do you mean it, pink hair?”
“Yes. Now shut up, Magnum. Just…”
I push the head of my cock inside her and she stops her sentence to moan.
Fuck, she feels good. So damn tight. Even if she’s wet, Damara has the tightest pussy that I have ever laid hands on.
She feels so fucking good. I want to push the rest of my cock all the way inside her, but to keep Damara under control here, I’ll have to take her pussy nice and slow.
“You like that don’t you?” I murmur, sliding another inch of my cock inside her.
I can feel the balls on my piercing rubbing her inner walls.
Damara whimpers and pushes her hips up to meet me.
Her pussy is so fucking tight that I almost cum on the spot.
Careful not to hurt her baby bump, I slide another inch inside her, getting to another notch of my piercing ladder.
I take Damara’s hands and then pin them over her head.
She fusses with me until I slide more of my cock inside her and pin Damara to the bed.
She can’t resist the pleasure between her legs from the piercings and I love watching her moan and wriggle beneath my grasp, completely submitting to pleasure that she can’t control.
“I love fucking your pregnant pussy…”
She whimpers and I slide the rest of my dick inside her all the way to the hilt.
We’re so close that I can feel Damara’s emotions along with my own.
She loves me. I know this crazy ass woman loves me.
Our bodies move together and it feels so fucking good to thrust my cock into Damara’s welcoming entrance.
Her softness welcomes me and each time I bottom out in her entrance, I just crave more.
Taking her nice and slow is no longer an option.
I kiss Damara as I plunge into her faster and pound her into the bed.
My cock stiffens as I get ready to erupt between Damara’s legs.
I can feel her ready to cum again as I fuck her harder.
I want us to cum together and I stare into Damara’s eyes as I force my body to slow down so we can hit a climax at the same time.
“Cum for me, baby,” I growl, beckoning Damara to finish as I feel my balls getting tight and ready to explode inside her. “Cum for me, you sexy little demon…”
Her pussy grips me even tighter as Damara crosses over the edge.
I can feel her cumming hard around my cock as I slide deep inside her one last time and let myself erupt between Damara’s legs.
She moans and tries to stifle her loud cries by pressing her face into my shoulder.
I cum inside her and it feels so fucking good to do it.
I hold her body tightly against the bed and let every last drop of my seed pump between Damara’s legs.
“I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much it hurts.”
I slide my cock out of her and flinch as the sensitive tip of my cock smacks against Damara’s thick fluffy thighs.
“I love you,” Damara whispers back. “I don’t know why.”
“Because I would die for you, that’s why. You can see that I’m not a damn villain.”
“Right. Just an outlaw biker who has never done anything wrong in his life.”
“Hey,” I whisper. “Never killed a woman I lay with.”
“That’s not exactly an achievement,” she says, letting me hike her thighs up around my torso. I kiss her on the neck and feel Damara’s sloppy pussy lips still spread open and leaking with my cum. My heart pounds faster as my nerves get stronger.
“Whatever happens with Deacon won’t change how I feel about you.”
“Being trapped in a hotel room with me might change how you feel about me.”
“No way,” I murmur. “I love your crazy ass… now come here…”
Damara and I lie in bed together. I can tell she didn’t want us to end up in this situation, but here we are totally intertwined with each other in this permanent way that I don’t even regret.
I know we have a mess waiting for us in Texas and possibly an even bigger mess once we have to bring this child into the world and change everything about how we live our lives.
She lets me hold her close and I feel this strong sense that she’s the one and that now I have confirmation about her feelings, I want to make this even more permanent than a baby or our contract.
“I love you, baby.”
She moves closer to me and says nothing, but now I know. She loves me too.
The morning after we get to Texas, my whole body feels heavy.
It’s not just the Texas BBQ Damara insisted we try last night.
She got ahead of herself and forced me to eat the spare rack of ribs she ordered.
If I had to ride my bike this morning, I think my fat ass would have popped a tire.
Damara assures me I’m still just as muscular as I was the day before, but I’m going to have to be very careful the next time I bring this pregnant woman in front of a Texas BBQ.
It’ll take us a few hours to drive across the state, so I give Deacon our timeline and convince Damara that all we need for breakfast is a glass of milk after last night’s binge.
She blames me for overeating, drinks half of my milk and then begs me to let her sleep all morning in the back of the truck.
I like having her ride passenger princess where I can grip her thigh and look over at her once in a while.
She says the baby is heavy. Also, I think she secretly hopes that she can sleep through this and whatever fucking demon we face at Deacon’s house doesn’t rip us apart. The worst case scenario is always possible, however.